Friend Ditchers


You love their company. Their always down to go out, have fun, party, laugh, chill, go for coffee, come over, you name it.

Then, it happens.

They disappear.

No texts, no phone calls, no more hanging out.

This post is dedicated to all the good people out there who have been ditched by friends who have run off into  the sunset with their fresh-off-the-market significant others. Here is a message to all you friend ditchers out there:

It is a giant piss off when you “friend ditchers” choose to leave your circle of friends for that one guy or girl. We hate to admit it, but we truly enjoyed your company and all the good times before being ditched. However, had we known that we’d be so easily dumped for what what could be a temporary fling, we would have re-evaluated being your friend in the first place.

Stupid us, though. Because when you finally get dumped by your partner or do the dumping, you come running back as if you had never left. Suddenly, we’re of importance again and are put on the spot to bring back the “good old days.”


Translation: “Bro, I got dumped after a 3 year relationship, I have nobody to chill with since I lost all my friends in the process…so….wanna chill?”

Here’s a reality check for all of you friend ditchers: Ditching your friends while you’re in a relationship is THE worst thing you can do. The best part is that after you get dumped, you complain about how “the bitch tied you down” and how you felt like you were already married with three kids.

Friends, ladies and gentlemen, are your tickets to FREEDOM for that twice or three times a week. They’re healthy for your relationships. They’re your chance to vent and bitch about whatever it is that gets you nervous about your partner (all in good fun of course). They are your support system, your change of routine, your escape, your fun.

So why on earth would you give that all up for someone who yes, can potentially become a big part of your life, but offers no guarantees. Friends, if they are true and genuine, are for life. However, that respect has to be mutual or else it won’t exist at all.

To conclude, if you have been a victim of friend ditching, the best advice I can give is forgive the first time around, but sure as hell not the second.

Everyone makes mistakes, and yes, it could very well happen that the first love someone finds, they get blinded and give themselves completely to the other person. As much as its a total piss off, you need to let them make the mistake of ditching their friends and realize it on their own. Chances are they will come crying back, and depending on how good of a friend they are, it’s up to you to decide whether or not you want to forgive.

If they ditch for a second or third time around, then they don’t deserve your friendship and you don’t deserve having an “in-and-out” friend.

So folks, if you’ve never given up a friendship for a girlfriend or boyfriend, give yourselves a pat on the back.

If you have, or are currently involved in “friend ditching” activities…then have fun partying at your wedding with 50 year-old-plus guests.

And no, I don’t want to go to Tims tonight.

xoxo, S. 



The Real Meaning of “I do”



Wedding season is here and its in full force. Seems like everyone is either tying the knot or on the way to the big day. For me, the meaning of saying “I do” has changed over the years and throughout the generations.

Back then, saying “I do” literally meant committing to that person one hundred per cent; sometimes without even knowing the person fully. Nowadays, we have time to figure out the person’s flaws way before the question is asked. But…is that good or bad?

Since we now have more time to figure out whats “wrong” with the other person, some are prone to giving up way more easily on the relationship.

Oh, he has morning breath, NEXT! Oh, she doesn’t like hockey, NEXT! The list of “unacceptable” flaws can go on and on.

If I take my grandparents as an example of the older generation, they got married when they were just 14 and 16 years old. At that age, you have no idea what love is or what the meaning of marriage is. Back then, it was more about committing first, then learning to love.

Learning to love someone is probably the hardest thing when you barely know them. As they say, falling in love is easy, but staying in love is what the newer generations have a hard time with.

Nowadays, for me, we have way too many distractions and way too many influences to know the real meaning of committing. Half of us are in “lala land” and think love is supposed to be like a remake of “The Bachelor” TV show. You travel the world, go on extravagant dates, and live happily ever after.

We think the grass is greener on the other side and so we’re never happy with what we have or with someone who isn’t perfect. Also, weddings, nowadays, have become more of a show than anything else.

Now, its all about who has the best center pieces, the best food, the best hall, the best church, the best dress, the best entertainment. Weddings have become targets of criticism, not displays of love and commitment.  Some couples are even willing to put themselves in debt to have an extravagant wedding rather than keeping it simple. Seems like weddings are now more of a headache than a celebration.

Saying “I do” is saying “I will no matter what” and that means literally accepting everything and anything that comes with the person you’re tying the knot with.

Sure, planning a wedding is fun and showing off your engagement ring is part of the process. But once all that fuss is over and done with, its just you and the person you’ve said “I do” too.

So, before committing and joining the “marriage” wagon make sure you know the true meaning of the words “I do.” Know that there will be beautiful, amazing days, and days of fighting and wanting to literally strangle each other.

So ladies, watch for signs of when shit gets bad with your man. See how he reacts, see how easily you both are able to just let it go and be happy. Guys, watch for signs of your woman just being in love with the idea of getting engaged/married, or with the idea of spending every day by your side. There is a very big difference between both.

Cheers & congratulations to this year’s newlyweds!

xoxo, S. 



Beauty Blogger of the Month Nomination

the-beauty-blogger-of-the-month-awardHello Friends!

So guess what? After posting “Battle of the Falsies” I’ve been nominated by a fellow blogger for the beauty blogger of the month award! If chosen, I get a free beauty giveaway and obviously bragging rights!!

So, in honor of my nomination, here are a few beauty questions I was asked to answer as a nominee:

1. Where does your makeup inspiration come from?

My makeup inspiration literally comes from everywhere. After receiving my makeup artistry diploma with honors two years ago, I still felt as though I had a lot to learn. I got inspiration from YouTube videos,, and literally regular people walking around. Before makeup school, I was afraid of using colors and looking like a clown! Now, I rarely ever stick to neutral shades. In a nutshell, my makeup inspiration comes from other women!!

2. What are 3 of your makeup Holy Grail products you cannot live without?

Love this question! Here is #1:

MAC’s Engraved Eyeliner


I always wear eyeliner inside my waterline no matter what! This eyeliner is the best out there. It is waterproof, lasts the entire day with one application, and will not smudge and give you racoon eyes by the end of the night!!

Shu Uemura’s Eyelash Curler


I cannot live without this lash curler! Having lashes on the shorter side, this curler is my savior! It curls and lengthens my lashes in an instant and makes them stay long and curled the whole day!

Lise Waiters’ Corrector Wheel


I love this corrector wheel! It acts as an instant eye concealer and brightener, and gets rid of my redness with the green corrector. The lilac color brightens darker areas of the skin and also has correctors that hide veins on the face and dark circles instantly. Must have!

3. What is your makeup signature look which you have on most of the time?

I would say the signature look that I love to wear when going out is a smokey eye with falsies and a neutral lip! I love this look and love having fun with different versions of a smokey eye.

4. Let us know your favorite makeup brands?

My favorite makeup brands are makeup forever for their amazing foundations and primers. Mac for their amazing and highly pigmented eyeshadows. Urban Decay for their affordable brushes and amazing eyeshadow palettes. Last but not least, Chanel…because…well its Chanel!!

5. Your ultimate makeup pet peeve?

My ultimate makeup pet peeve is red sparkly lipstick on brides! I know every bride has their own taste but for me a wedding should have a natural lip or a simple color if the eyes are also natural.

6. You’ve heard about all the hype on this makeup item, bought it, tried it and don’t understand what all the fuss is about…Name that product!

I’d have to say the haughte & naughty lash mascara in blackest black by Mac. I feel like you really need to be careful when applying it because it can clump very easily. I love that it makes your lashes pierce through but it can get very messy very fast!

7. Concealer OR foundation ONLY for the rest of your life. Choose one and tell us the reason!

I definitely have to go with foundation just because it evens out your entire skin tone and allows for a full coverage. Makeup forever’s HD foundation is great at doing both. It hides my redness and occasional pimple with one application!

There you have it! Be sure to check out my nominator Cecilia’s blog page and take a look at all the contests details of this award by clicking right here!

For my fellow friends, comment below by answering the same questions I answered and sharing your own beauty tips!

Thanks for all your support !

xoxo, S. 




Battle of the Falsies!

Fake lashes can do wonders when applied the right way. Most of us shy away from even attempting to apply them because we just don’t know how to get them to stick on without having one hanging off our cheek by the end of the night.

So here is a quick step-by-step procedure on how to get those falsies on, and make them stay on.

What you’ll need:

1. A Set of Lashes (duh)


If you’re going with a smokey eye, darker, longer, and fuller looking lashes are recommended as they will pierce through the darkness of your shadow and complete the look. Lashes from Ardell or Quo are usually the ones I go for. They have plenty of choices ranging from short-to-long, flirty, and more natural looking lashes.

2. Tweezers



In order to get a steady application, tweezers will help immensely. Ones with a flat bottom (like the picture above) are usually the ones I prefer, as you can use the bottom tip to line the lash line with glue.


3. Glue



Buying the right glue for application is critical. DUO adhesive glue is the best glue out there. You don’t need to worry about your lash falling off when using the right glue and the right application method. This adhesive now comes in clear and waterproof options which are perfect if your eyes are sensitive.


4. Locker Mirror 


Remember those locker mirrors we all had back in high school? Well its time to dig them back up because these portable, compact mirrors will be your best friend when applying lashes on your own.

Here’s how to Apply…

Step 1: 

Unwrap your fresh set of lashes by peeling the rim of both off the packaging (use tweezers and go gently so as not to damage the lash). Once peeled off, loosen up each lash by holding one end of the lash with your finger and the other end with the tweezer (make a sort of a “wave” effect to loosen the lash)


Step 2:

Dab a small amount of glue on a napkin or other surface such as your hand. Dip the end of the tweezer in the glue and apply a thin layer of it along the lash line. (Tip: apply slightly more glue on the ends of the lash)

Step 3:

Wait 30 seconds for the glue to dry a little. If you apply the lash right after lining it with glue, the lash will slip right off and not have the chance to adhere to your lash line properly. (Tip: gently blow on the lash to speed up the drying process, unless your doing it on a client)

Step 4:

Placing the mirror face up on a table and looking down, hold the lash with the tweezers and apply it to your lash line starting from the outer corner working your way inwards.  (You can also start from placing it on the center of your lash line and then attaching the two corners)



Step 5:

Once lash is placed, keep looking down for a  few seconds to let the glue settle. Don’t panic if you see a bunch of glue on your lash line, the glue will eventually disappear.


Step 6:

Repeat steps 1-5 for lash #2. Once both are placed, touch up both lashes with liquid liner in case some glue is still visible. Voila!


Hall Parties


We’ve all been to them at some point in our lives. Whether its for a wedding, anniversary, fundraiser, Christmas party…our bank accounts all had to suffer a little.

As an avid hall party go-er myself, I seem to have noticed a common trend between all of them, no matter what occasion. So here’s my list of commonalities.

#1. Waiters

Is it just me or do all the waiters at hall parties look like they’re going to light the place on fire; especially towards the end of the night. They all have that “get the fuck outta here” look on their faces while they try and clear every crumb on the tables so they finish work faster.

#2. Dancers

Hall parties are all about getting your groove on. Seems to me like there’s the same type of dancers on the floor with every hall party I attend.

1. The Horny Couple: usually involves two people who look like they’re about to rip each others clothes off in front of the rest of us. They are usually seen pecking, grinding, at the bar, touching, touching, and more touching.

2. The Show-Off: usually involves dancers who are alwayssss on the dance floor who know every move to every song of every country and every nationality. Opa!

3. Munchkins: usually involves a little boy and girl who just wont sit down for a minute. You have to watch out not to step on them while you dance because they’re either sliding across the floor, running around getting tangled in everyone else’s shoes.

4. Girl Posy: involves a bunch of girls who decide, as a group, when to start and stop dancing. They sing along to every song and yell “OMG I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” at the start of every new track.

5. The Awkard Dancers: the name is pretty self-describing. These are the people who do the same side-to-side dance technique who awkwardly look around the room while they “dance.”

#3. Songs

Is it just me, or does every hall party, no matter what the occasion or DJ company, play the same songs? Pitbull, hey fat boy, another night another dream, dont you worry child, and that one slow song for all the couples dying to slow dance.

#4. Food

Every hall party consists of the same routine. Starting buffet, pasta, salad, meat, dessert, sweet table. Why not shake it up and do the reverse? Haha. Also, is it just me or does some of the food, at some point, not sit well with your stomach and you end up drinking water and lemon towards the end of the night.

#5. Bar Overload

If you paid over 100 bucks for the party, chances are you’ll be looking forward to that open bar. Yeah right, good luck getting one drink! Its always the same routine: the same crowds who hog the bar all night and getting one drink takes you half an hour, until you say fuck it and your plan to get wasted goes out the window.

All in all, hall parties are somewhat fun. Even though they all have that same routine of food, staff, dancers, and crowding, it is an excuse to stuff our faces and let loose. Until next occasion, let me know if you see any other trends!!

xoxo, S.

No Facebook? He’s a Keeper.


I never thought I’d say this, but a boyfriend without Facebook is like a breath of fresh air.

As soon as you hit the “in a relationship” button, everyone goes haywire. Everyone wants to know who you’re dating, what his name is, how tall he is, and whether or not he looks like sonic the hedgehog. If he does have Facebook, I’ll guarantee you people will go to extreme lengths to see his entire profile pictures album. I once dated a guy who got a friend request from this girl in my high school’s boyfriend and thought “is this bitch serious right now??” She literally made her boyfriend add my boyfriend at the time to see who he was.

Now, if your boyfriend doesn’t have Facebook… problem solved bitches!! They can’t stalk him, cant see his shit and will remain completely clueless besides the occasional picture you’ll post of the both of you.

Second best thing about not having your man on Facebook, no drama. Friends cant complain about a status he put up, a comment he made, etc. Also, it shows that he likes to keep things private which nowadays, is very important and very rare to find.

Another huge pro is that you know he won’t publicize your fights through semi-depressed statuses. I’ve been through that and trust me its the worst!!! Suddenly the fucker updates his status to “nevermind I’ll find someone like you…” and you’re there asking yourself…”ummm is that shit about me not texting him while I was out?” It sucks balls, because after that, everyone else gets involved and before you know it 100 strangers on Facebook know you were in a fight “10 minutes ago near Montreal.”

Lastly, he’s a keeper if he doesn’t have Facebook because you won’t ever have to worry about him talking to other bitches on it. You’ll never get the urge to go inspector gadget on his ass and look through his private messages. Also, you’ll never have to scroll down through years of past posts to find out details about his ex-girlfriend and past wall posts the bitch posted like “I love you soo much pookie <3<3<3<3<3<3 xoxoxoxoxoxoxox” In other words, you won’t have to vomit nor waste your time clicking “show more posts” for 3 hours of your life. (we’ve all done it, admit it).

That concludes tonight’s rants, ladies and gents. So ladies, if your man refuses to get Facebook, or deleted it…keep him close. If he refuses to be on any kind of social media…MARRY HIS ASS!!

Until next time,

xoxo, S.

The Serial Dater


Hey Bloggers & Readers!

Soooo I havent posted in forever (I know, I suck). J-school has really gotten a hold of me I have no more time for leisure. What does that word even mean?

Anyway, I thought I’d make a quick post about serial daters. I randomly thought about the idea the other day when I saw one serial dater I know had yet ANOTHER girlfriend. I thought to myself, these guys have got to be the most annoying people on earth. Here’s how they play the game…

They’ll date the first single girl they meet thats half decent looking by wooing them with charm and lots and lots of texts. When they eventually start dating, they also start a whole new circle of friends. You see, most serial daters have no friends whatsoever. Thats why they latch onto their victims. To gain friends, a family, and obviously a girlfriend to pass time with.

Serial daters always rush relationships. They’ll tell you their in love with you, make you hear what every girl wants to hear. When shit goes down the drain, their back on their own again like lone wolves.

What do they do after that?

They move on QUICKLY. Usually, theyll contact their exes, change their facebook status right away and open every chat messenger on every site. It like fishing for them. When you run out of trout, you go look for more trout.

My advice?

Check their history. If they’ve had a list of people they’ve date…FLUSH. Also, check their circle of friends. If there’s no sign…FLUSH. Dont fall in their trap, or rather their fishing rod.

& to all serial daters out there (you know who you are), as the italian expression goes: “MAH GHET OUTTA HERE!”

Thats all folks,


Dear STM.

The other morning, as I was getting ready to attend my Monday morning class, something told me to leave earlier than what I had anticipated. As I opened my front door expecting to drive to school, (approximately  40 minutes of travelling) my car was nowhere to be found. What happened was dear old daddy-o forgot I had school that morning and therefore hijacked my car to go to the gym instead of taking his which is a total gas alcoholic.

Basically, I now had to take the bus and metro and shuttle bus to school, and re-mentally prepare myself for what was in store for me. The funny part, was that a day before I had read a letter another lady had written to the STM about her very “special” experiences with public transportation. I thought she was exaggerating until experiencing this particular morning with the STM for myself.

So here’s my letter.

Dear STM,

Forgive me, but my experience already started off on the wrong foot since I unexpectedly had to use your services on a Monday morning; a very early Monday morning might I add. As I started to walk to one of your stops near a park, not only was my ass freezing cold and my face about to fall off because apparently winter was closer than I thought, but your bus also left 3 minutes before schedule. Apparently your bus takes off at 7:19 am instead of 7:22 am. Therefore, I did my morning cardio and had to pull a sprint with my pagmina blowing in my face as I ran to catch your 131. Once in your bus, my pants were halfway down my ass and my hair looked like I got electrocuted by all the light sockets in New York City. This was not the look I was going for on this morning might I add.

My bus ride to the metro was quite a joy. Local school girls pilled on by the dozen at each stop, as I asked myself if I was ever that annoying when I was in high school. The answer was no, not even close. Regardless, I got to the metro five minutes earlier than expected and was ready to get blown away by the wind once again after exiting the bus. One of the things I don’t understand about your 131 bus is why the hell does it stop 100 meters away from the door of the metro? The worst part is that, once everyone is forced off, the bus does a turn and ends up right in front of the metro doors. Is it because the bus is too heavy to make the turn with a boat load of people? Or is it because the driver needs to have private time before getting to my exact destination?

As I was about to enter the metro doors, and to my very luck, the current of the doors nearly and literally almost blew my face right over my head. It was inevitable that this was probably going to be the worst hair day I had ever had. After being pushed and shoved to the side by speed walking people hurrying to catch the next metro, I realized the escalators were still not fixed since the previous week. Therefore, I had to commence running down the stairs, since the people behind me were all on speed, while praying not to fall flat on my face.

Once at the metro, I had to load up my opus card; what a joy! 77 dollars later, I was left with two dollars in my bank account. I thought public transportation was meant to encourage people to go save money on gas and not to take out a loan to pay their monthly bus passes.  Or maybe its just me complaining.

By the time I got to school on this morning, I was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained out. However, the morning wasn’t the worst part of my day.

As I rode the bus back to your guy-concordia metro station, I was finally happy for this day to come to an end. Long behold, the famous “tah nah nah nahhh” sounding bell rang and your leading voice lady said “attention, une incendie causera un arret de service sur la ligne verte entre les stations berri-uqam et honore-beaugrand. Le service devra reprendre at 14h45. D’autre message suivrons.” To my luck, this was the exact direction I was going in and it was barely 2:00…which meant waiting at least 1 hour to go home before even starting to go home.

Because of this “incident,” I was stuck having to take all three different metro lines to get home. My metro ride was another very enjoyable one. Squashed between one man’s bare armpit and another man’s chest behind me, I did not know where to look. So I decided to just close my eyes and pretend that I wasn’t surrounded by 1000 people in one metro cart on my desperate-to-get-home metro ride.

After suffering through changing metro lines, and surviving the stampede’s of thousands of people, I finally embarked on the final bus to my home. I believe one of your employees was also having a bad day that day since all I heard coming out of his mouth were “tabarnack, estie, and caulisse,” all while I was reading the “our employees also deserve respect” sign just a few feet away from the driver.

After surviving the wrath of my bus driver, I finally was one street away from my home on foot. The only thing missing on this day was to get shat on by a bird as I walked at 2 miles an hour for how physically and mentally exhausted I was from just transporting myself to and from school with your service. The first thing I did when I got home was take the most appreciated shower of my entire lifetime. I literally smelled worst than a hobo on Sherbrooke street’s armpits squeegeeing car windows in scorching heat all day. Might I add, not by choice and merely because of the dozens of peoples body odors I was surrounded by on this beautiful Monday.

On that note, dear STM, I encourage you to maybe re-organize yourselves in order to encourage and not scare off the public. Or at least reducing your transportation fees and maybe giving other users a lesson on personal hygiene when using public transportation.

Until then, I’ll go give my car a giant hug for always being there for me and smelling like Vanillaroma.

Your Friend,


The Game of Love.

Gameimage-smallAh yes, we’ve all played it! The game that involves 2 players, both afraid of losing, going in circles to avoid showing all their cards. The question is, when does the game end? Who wins, who loses?

What I mean by all this is that too many people enjoy playing games with one another instead of just being straight up with each other when it comes to dating nowadays. For example, Sally meets Harry and is completely revolted by Harry. Yet, Harry is totally smitten with Sally. What does Sally do since she enjoys the game of love? She’ll keep him around, answer his texts, even flirt with him even though she’s not the least bit interested. Why? One word: attention. You see many people nowadays crave attention constantly. Therefore, when they meet someone who will give it to them they instantly become players of the game. Poor Harry! He may have actually thought for a second that Sally was the one…

Then there’s the back and forth texting game. The one where the guy usually texts first, then waits for the girl to text the next day, then waits to text her at 10pm the day after that, and blablablabla….you get the drift/pattern. First off, texting is the number one creator of the game of love. Just take a look back then in our parents time. No cell phones = no games. Back then, there was no “lets text for 3 months and see what happens.” It was more like, “I’m interested, let me take you out.” Nowadays, we shit our pants just to talk to the videotron cable guy on the phone. Texting/internet has made face to face contact harder on people to actually get out there and socialize with one another.

Basically, how to avoid getting caught up in the game is by doing the following. If you’re interested, just say it for God’s sake!! If you’re not, then also say it no matter how much it will hurt the other person. Being honest will pay off in the long run. The older you get, the more you should avoid playing the game and usually the easier you can pick up on the players trying to get you to join the circle. If a guy is interested and mature he will call, he will ask you on another date, & he will be straight up with you. These are the types of guys that are worth your time.  For guys, if a girl is interested she will give you the time of day…if not, then on to the next!

Life really is too short to play the game. So guys, grow some balls, ask out the girl you’ve been texting for so long by CALLING (try not to shit your pants too much while dialing the first 3 digits) and say it like it is. As for the ladies, don’t waste your time on ding dongs who would rather text than call, rather argue over BBM instead of talking things out face to face, and who are playing the game to look cool in front of their other donkey friends.

May the best player lose!

xoxo, S.

Italian Weddings


All weddings are beautiful in their own way. The union of two people completely smitten with each other and in love makes for a day full of laughter, fun, and tears of joy.

However, if you’re of italian decent, weddings might be a tottally different story for you like they are for me!  Heres the thing:

First off not sure about the rest of you fellow italians but as soon as the invitation to the wedding comes in the mail all gossip breaks loose. You have the grandparents calling the neighbors, the neighbors calling your grandparents and everyone starts talking. Typical lines include: “Hai visto cuma?! Se sposano a buffet Crystal. Yeah, la se mangia buona!”

Then they start talking about the actual couple themselves, saying things like “yeah e nu bello giovano lui, halto, halto…lavore per l’hospedale, cha na buona joba. Hanno catato na grande casa a Laval.” All I think to myself when these convos come up is who the hell gives a shit what the guy does or how he looks or how big of a house they bought or that he’s six feet tall.

Then there’s the part when the rumors start about which flowers they chose, which dress the bride bought, what the mother of the bride is wearing, and what food their serving at the house/the decor outside. By this point, I just want the day to come so that all this talk and gossip finally ends.

Then comes the part where all the italians go crazy to find something to wear. Where your grandmother calls you to bring her to les Galeries d’Anjou so she can buy something at Laura or Melanie Lynn. After shopping, comes your grandmother asking you to do her dye and pluck her eyebrows even though theres barely anything to pluck.

Then the day finally arrives. Where everyones outside show casing that they have a wedding, all dressed up in their finest suits/dresses and ready to go. When usually the whole street stands outside (if you live in st-leo) while the uninvited guests peek through their windows to see how your dressed.

At the actual reception hall, basically everyone sits there analyzing, critcizing, and observing what goes on as the hall starts to fill up.  The talk about who got fatter, whose wearing a terrible dress, who didn’t say hi, who has a boyfriend that looks like puff daddy, etc., all starts to flow. Then comes the criticism about the food and how it took forever to start eating.

By the end of the night all the hype finally comes to an end…until the next day. Starting from the day after, for about a week or so, the gossip continues. This consists of everyone calling everyone with the “report” as I like to call it.

The last step to all this is …PEACE, until the next wedding that is. Gotta love italians!