This Reminds Me Of…

Hello and happy Wednesday. I have read my fair share of YA novels, so I think I have all the clichés covered and I can easily make associations between books based on a particular element of situation. If you’ve read some of my reviews, you know I actually say things along the lines of “this thing gave me major X vibes” or “this other situation reminds me a lot of Y.” Today, instead of sharing an in-depth review of Being Sloane Jacobs by Lauren Morrill, I want to tell you about what this novel reminded me of. Let’s get started, shall we?

I have to clarify something and it’s the fact that this is the second novel from Lauren Morrill I read, and for some reason I struggled a lot with the author’s writing style. Yes, as I kept reading I sort of eased into the story, but at first I wasn’t having that much fun.

One of our main characters is into figure skating (or something of the sort, I don’t know if that’s the actual technical name), and that instantly reminded me of Bittersweet by Sarah Ockler. There are also family situations that indirectly interfere with the main character’s career, and that also made me think of Bittersweet. I reviewed that novel a while ago, so you can click here and check it out.

Lauren Morrill is the only author of this novel, but we have two characters who alternatively tell the story from their perspective. This kind of thing has been done by several authors, however, for some reason I was particularly reminded of Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan.

Like in Will Grayson, Will Grayson, our two main characters share the name Sloane Jacobs. They meet and decide to trade places for the summer. I know, Parent Trap much?

Lastly, remember I told you there was some family drama involved? Well, one of the girl’s dad is actually a Senator and there’s some sort of scandal around him. That made me think of This Is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer E. Smith.

Have you read Being Sloane Jacobs or any of the books I mentioned in this post? Let me know in the comments below!

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila

Flirty Makeup Look

Hello and happy Monday. You know I have a makeup look for everything, right? So, obviously I have I look I rock when there’s a cute guy around and I want him to get lost in my long eyelashes and my big fat lips. Hell, I think I’ll put this to the test on my next date (and let you know if it worked). Anyway, here are the steps I followed to achieve this look:









  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Eyebrows
  5. Light brown (eyelid base)
  6. Golden brown (outer corner)
  7. Pink (center of the lid)
  8. Black eyeliner
  9. Mascara
  10. Bronzer
  11. Blush
  12. Lipliner
  13. Mauve lipstick

Is there any special look you rock on a first date, or just when you’re feeling super flirty? Let me know in the comments!

Happy Monday,

Love, Miss Camila

Sample vs. Full Size #1


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Hello and happy Sunday. I recently got an email from Ipsy saying that my one-year subscription was over and so my membership got cancelled. I’m not going to renew it because I’m moving abroad next month and I seriously need to save…don’t laugh, I’m not joking. A few weeks ago, however, I got this cool idea that I had sort of tried in both my unboxings and some of my “Empties” post, and it’s looking at the full-size/ full-price version of the samples I’d gotten and tell whether I’d buy them or not. Let’s get started, shall we?

LUXIE BEAUTY Dreamcatcher Precision Foundation Brush 660 

Full-size: Because it’s a brush, I got the real deal in my glam bag as opposed to a mini version.

Full price: $23

Buy? Yes/No? Why? I use this brush every day to apply my primer, and I absolutely love it. I would not repurchase it once I decide to throw away the one I have, and in all honesty, I wouldn’t have considered buying this brush hadn’t I gotten it in my glam bag. I’m not a fan of spending that much money on makeup-related items, especially if I’m only getting one brush as opposed to a whole set.

JELLY PONG PONG Super Charged Super Intense Eyeshadow Duo in Electric 

Full-size: I got the full-size version of this duo in my glam bag.

Full price: $22.95

Buy? Yes/No? Why? The shades of this duo are cute, okay? And if this were the only one eyeshadow duo I owned, I’d be able to manage with it everyday, despite the fact that both are shimmers. That being said, I would never pay that much money for a tiny little thing with two shadows, when I can pay under $10 for a Covergirl palette that has eight shades (and yes, including mattes).

HEY HONEY Bésame Mucho 

Full-size: I got a sample in my glam bag (8mL or .27 oz). The full-size version has 15mL or .5oz.

Full price: $14

Buy? Yes/No? Why? Would I pay $14 for a lip balm? Not in a million years. Why? Because even though this is a good product, I don’t think it’s worth that amount of money. Even if it was half the price, I’d still think it’s way too much. I realize I may be coming off as stingy, but, honestly, some products are so extremely overpriced it’s absurd.

URBAN DECAY Afterglow in Sin 

Full-size: I got a sample in my glam bag (2.4g or .08 oz). The full-size version weighs 6.8g or .23 oz.

Full price: $26

Buy? Yes/No? Why? Brands like Urban Decay make me want to consider getting a sugar daddy because I think that’s the only way I could afford their products. I envy beauty gurus that get this stuff for free because I honestly would never think about spending nearly $30 in a single highlighter.

PIXI BY PETRA Endless Silky Eye Pen in BlackNoir 

Full-size: I got a mini version of the pencil.

Full price: $12

Buy? Yes/No? Why? Ask yourself right now: would I honestly spend $12 in an eyeliner? I would probably think about it, if it weren’t a pencil eyeliner you actually have to sharpen. I mean, honestly, I don’t care how great this is, I’m not going to pay all that money for a pencil eyeliner.

As you can see, I’m obviously not a fan of spending a lot of money on a single item, and I think that there are many overpriced products and brands out there. I like Ipsy as well as other subscription boxes because they allow me to try these products and brands without going broke or feeling guilty afterwards. In the comments below, tell me if there’s anything I shared in this post that you’d buy and why.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila



Get My Attention on OK Cupid: Profile


Hello and happy Saturday. I’m still giving myself a few more days to reopen my OK Cupid account, and I’ve gathered great advice I want to share with you in a future post, but today I kinda want to do the opposite, and instead of reading or listening what I should and shouldn’t include in my profile to make it attractive, I’m going to tell you what really catches my eye, and also what makes me swipe left immediately. This is going to be a three-part series I’m calling “Get My Attention on OK Cupid,” which I hope you deeply enjoy. Let’s get started, shall we?

Profiles have two parts: pictures, and information. OK Cupid (and pretty much every online dating site I know) works in a way in which the first thing you know about a person is how they look. Basically, the profile pictures are my first and biggest filter. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve swiped left when I meant to swipe right and then had a potential match disappear. You see, I swipe super quickly, so if I don’t like your profile picture, I’m not even going to stop and consider your profile; I’ll just swipe left. If I see something I like, I’ll look at the other pictures, and if I’m still interested, then I’ll move on to reading the profile.

To get my attention on OK Cupid, you definitely need to have an interesting profile picture. By this I don’t mean you need to have a picture of you bungee jumping, I just mean that your first picture should make me want to look at the other ones, you know? I remember both J’s and MHD’s pictures, and they obviously caught my eye. J had this picture of him in a tux, hands in his pockets, looking at the horizon but in a very casual, “didn’t-know-someone-was-taking-a-picture” kinda way. MHD, on the other hand, had a picture of him sitting on the floor and looking at the camera. He wasn’t even smiling, but he looked kind and someone I’d want to talk to.

Now, do you need to have other pictures? Yes, you totally do. I remember when I was trying Seeking Arrangement, I came across this profile I liked. This guy had just one picture but I thought “f-it, he’s a hot, young sugar daddy,” and I messaged him. After talking for a couple of days, he gave me his number and told me to talk via Whatsapp. I added him, and then I saw that in his picture he didn’t look quite the way he had in his SA profile. It was the same guy, but in the Whatsapp picture he looked older, and way less attractive.

The fact that I want to see consistency in the way a guy looks throughout his pictures is one reason why I need more than one, but the other reason has to do with effort. Some guys will just post one picture that is two years old and expect to have women lining up after them. I like to know that my potential matches are trying to make a good first impression. OK Cupid lets you upload up to ten pictures, I think, and although I don’t think it’s necessary to fill all slots, I appreciate that a guy has at least four slots filled.

When I first saw J’s profile, he only had the picture I told you about. Still, I “liked” him, and he then messaged me. After that, he uploaded more pictures, and that’s when I realized he wasn’t as attractive as I’d originally thought. I kept talking to him because despite not being super into him physically, I liked our conversations. MHD had four pictures, and I liked the fact that he looked good in all of them, but he didn’t look exactly the same, you know? I didn’t know at the time that his pictures were two years old, but I let it slide then because 1. I was into him, and 2. he did send me updated pictures (and he looked way hotter).

Let’s suppose I see your pictures and I like what I see. I’m not going to swipe right just because of that. I mean, what if you smoke or you don’t like dogs? What if you’re a Trump supporter? I have stopped my swiping to look specifically at you, so now I’m going to take my time and read your profile.

When I’ve used OK Cupid, I’ve done so to “meet” guys who either live in a specific city or area (like I did at the beginning of the year), or just men who live anywhere in the world (like when I started talking to J). I never really look to meet guys near me, so I need to find matches with whom I can hold conversations via text, and not someone interested in meeting right away because that’s just not going to happen. If you’re not able to fill out a profile, then you probably won’t be able to hold conversations with a stranger via text messages.

I want a healthy balance in a profile, you know? I want to see that you put time and effort into what you wrote, but not that you’re desperate to find a girlfriend. I’m not going to read a long-ass profile unless it’s really caught my eye, and trust me, if I see that you wrote more than a five-sentence paragraph in the “about me” section, or whatever it’s called, I’m just going to pass on you because you’ll come off as conceited. If you have something about wanting to meet “the one,” and being tired of crazy girls who just play games, I’ll roll my eyes and then swipe left.

J was a total charmer and he had his way with words, so he did write a bit more in his profile than MHD did. J’s profile was actually funny at parts, which made me feel like, well, he wasn’t taking this whole thing all too seriously. MHD answered only some of the questions, which I don’t think is a problem (I almost never answer the one about the most private thing I’m willing to admit), and he did so in a short and sweet way. Honestly, he wrote two-sentence answers, that gave information about himself, but also left that open possibility of asking him more. That’s important guys: give us something to work with.

If your pictures and your profile have me interested, then the next step is introducing yourself. The next post in this series is going to be all about the first message. In the comments below, tell me about memorable texts you’ve been sent.

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila

Prom Night


Hello and happy Thursday. I recently read 21 Proms and for some odd reason it inspired me to tell you about my own prom night. Now, it probably wasn’t like any prom story you’ve heard or read, but it’s my story and I want to share it. Let’s get started, shall we?

Everyone knows prom doesn’t actually begin on prom night but weeks before. It begins with the dress, the shoes, and finding a date. Okay, I guess the girls who had a boyfriend didn’t have to actually find a date, but I didn’t have one, so I was in the lookout. And okay, it’s not like I was desperately searching for one either; I did want to go to prom with someone other than my best friends, but I knew the chances of meeting the love of my life there were very small. Add to that the fact that I was super into David, the assistant volleyball coach, and I was counting on his presence to make my night better, even if I could just admire from afar.

Proms were not a thing in my school; we actually won ours in a contest so the music was provided and with our tickets we paid for the venue or something like that. I don’t really know, I wasn’t part of the prom committee.

A teacher who had a crush on me (ew, I know) kept teasing me about inviting David to prom. Obviously he was joking, which was still inappropriate because he was talking about one of his colleagues, a fellow teacher to me, a student. I didn’t need to invite David though, because after getting rejected by another guy I had a crush on, a girl whom I’d never really liked offered to set me and my two best friends up. She had these friends who wanted to go to prom and were willing to go with us. That was a great arrangement because the tickets were actually for couples, so I didn’t have to pay anything extra for my date.

We talked on Facebook a few days before the prom, just to discuss the logistics of where we’d meet. He was not attractive in the slightest, which was a disappointment because for a minute there I thought it would’ve been great to spend prom night with a guy I actually liked.

The day came and I met my date at a friend’s house where we’d get the party started. I also met my best friend’s date, and even though he wasn’t super attractive either, I felt like he was attractive enough for prom night. Don’t worry, this isn’t the story of how I stole my best friend’s date.

We got to the venue and it was like the universe had conspired against me: the guy who had rejected me was there, as well as two of my former cruses, with their girlfriends, one of which didn’t even go to our school. But guess who wasn’t around. That’s right, David didn’t show up to prom, despite the fact that he’d promised the girls from the volleyball team that he’d go.

After an hour or so, and an episode of awkward dancing brought to you by my date, I ditched him. He had a friend who was two years younger than me and who attended my school, so he stayed with her. And now I was alone. Somehow I ended in a circle dancing very close to my former crushes (and their girlfriends) and I saw fit to have this sort of meltdown in which I just told my best friend’s date all the ways in which the night was going wrong for me. Mind you, that night was the first I saw him and I was pouring my heart out to him as if he were a shrink or something.

The night ended and I went in a taxi with my best friend and her prom date. We left my best friend at her house and then, while we were going to my house (to drop me off, don’t get any ideas), he told me he had this party and did I want to go. I refused. I mean, I knew there had been something between us but he was a stranger and it was 3 am and I was tired. I woke up the next morning to a friend request on Facebook. When I saw my best friend’s profile, I hesitated a little bit before deleting it.

How was your prom night? Tell me about it in the comments.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

Holly Bourne Did It Again

Hello and happy Wednesday. As much as I love reading, it takes a pretty awesome book to get me really obsessed, yet somehow two of the novels I’ve read by Holly Bourne had that effect in me. Today I want to share with you my thoughts on The Manifesto On How to Be Interesting. Let’s get started, shall we?

I think How Hard Can Love Be? set the bar too high for this book. I often go in blindly, with no expectations, unless I know and love the author already. This was the case for The Manifesto On How to Be Interesting.

Right from the start, I notice this book would deal with heavier stuff. Bree, the main character, self harms, so if that is a somewhat sensitive or problematic issue for you, I wouldn’t advise you to read it.

Bree is a very complex character and I had a tough time sympathizing with her. I couldn’t relate to her and stuff she was going through being an outcast at school. In all honesty, she reminded me of someone I met when I was 17, and who thought they were above all the “popular” kids. I did relate to her having a crush on a teacher, and I also knew a guy like Hugo d’Felance. He also had an interesting last name and a hot body, but the similarities ended there.

This novel was amazingly written, and even if I didn’t relate to the main character at all, I loved Holly Bourne’s style and was still consumed by the story. I also loved the fact that the author played with different formats, inserting excerpts of Bree’s blog posts here and there.

Bree undergoes huge changes throughout the novel, and I especially loved how her relationship with her mom evolves. We also see different aspects of Bree’s personality that make her more likeable, at least in my opinion. There were some bits in which I felt like I was transported to 2011 and was 17 again, with all the hormones and the angst, and I wasn’t hating it in the slightest.

In the comments below I’d like you to describe yourself in high school? Were you popular or the outcast? Or were all those tags nonexistent like in my school and everybody just did their thing?

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila

Halloween Party Makeup Look

Hello and happy Monday. I’ve been feeling totally extra lately, and so of course I transmit all of that extra-ness into my makeup. Even though today I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the look I’m sharing will be a great match for your Halloween costume. The dark lips obviously give an evil queen kinda vibe, but if instead you wear a soft pink, you’ll look like a princess/ fairy/ good girl. Of course, if you’re not wearing any costume, this makeup in and of itself will make you stand out. Here are the steps I followed to achieve it:


  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Powder
  5. Eyebrows
  6. Cranberry (eyelid base)
  7. Dark purple (outer corner)
  8. Black eyeliner (tightline)
  9. Black liquid eyeliner (top lash line)
  10. Mascara
  11. Bronzer
  12. Blush
  13. Lip liner
  14. Lip ink

In the comments let me know what you’ll be for Halloween. I need ideas!

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

Face Mask Haul

Hello and happy Sunday. I’m a fan of face masks and I try to get one at least every week or so. Today I wanted to share with you the ones I have in stock and what I use them for. Let’s get started, shall we?

Frutique Apricot Nectar Nourishing Mask 

This is a mud mask, which is my favorite type of face mask. I like this one because it’s not as intense as others I own, so I can use it more often. To me, it’s more like a “routine” kind of mask, and not so much as a repairing one.


Freeman Anti-Stress Dead Sea Minerals Clay Mask 

This is an oldie but goody. I apply this mask for when I’m in full-on self-care mode. I love the scent of this mask and I think it’s super refreshing. I love and recommend this mask, and I do believe it helps with stress.

Formula 10.0.6 Deep Down Detox Ultra Cleansing Mud Mask 

I love this mask for many reasons, starting with the fact that it smells like orange cream and that always makes me happy. In terms of exfoliating and cleaning my skin, this mask does an amazing job, but it’s not as harsh. It is also not as soft as the first mask I showed you. I only use this for moments when I do need a deep cleansing, for instance the day after wearing heavy makeup .

GlamGlow YouthMud Tinglexfoliate Treatment 

This thing smells like pure cement, and it feels like that when you apply it. It also feels more like a sting than a tingle, but it works wonders for clogged pores and yucky-feeling skin. This mask does the job when it comes to removing gunk from my pores.

Freeman Golden Grain Facial Brightening Mask 

I don’t really use this mask all that much, but I like it before I go on vacation because it gives my skin that nice glow. It’s not a mud mask, you just apply it and remove it ten to fifteen minutes later, but it doesn’t dry down or anything.

Victoria’s Secret Let’s Pre-Glam and Let’s Glow Face Masks 

I put these in the same category because 1) they’re both face masks, and 2) they are the same brand. I bought these because there was a “buy seven for $7” sale. Sheet masks are my quick-fix: they are super simple to apply, and afterwards you just remove them and throw them away, no need to rinse or wash off or anything.

Elizavecca Milkpiggy Hell-Pore Clean Up Mask 

This is one of those products Tati made me buy. It is also the only peel-off mask I own, and I like to use it when I feel that my skin is really horrible and in need for some serious cleanup. I have peach fuss and this kind of pulls on it, but the removal of the mask is not as traumatic as Tati or other YouTubers make it seem.

In the comments, tell me about your favorite face masks.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila

Let’s Rant About the Show

NETFLIX TALK_.pngHello and happy Saturday. A while ago I did a review on the novel Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, and at the end I told you I would also watch and review the show. Now, my intentions were to review the first season, but halfway through episode one, I already had so much to say, that I decided I would just talk about my first impressions. I didn’t even continue watching the show, although for some reason, today I’ve been wanting to binge watch the entire season one.

There is a warning before the first scene starts, about the “difficult issues” the show deals with. That was a feeble attempt at a trigger warning, but at least it was an attempt, no? I also notice that Hannah’s tone was way friendlier and less snarky in the show than it was in the book, and the fact that she makes “no requests” might indicate that the threat element from the novel will not be present in the show. Besides being friendlier in the tapes, Hannah was way more talkative and way perkier when she was alive, at least that’s the vibe her interactions with Clay gave me.

I know that when a show or a movie is made from a book, they are not expected to be exactly the same, and that’s why I like to do separate reviews. The first image we get is Hannah’s locker, which has all sorts of pictures, notes, and flowers on it. This upset me because, in a way, Hannah being an outcast was the reason why she killed herself. And, yes, we see people taking selfies and posting about how “sad” they are, but still, I don’t really believe that Hannah would’ve become so popular after committing suicide.

The story told through the show seemed more like about the way people’s lives after Hannah’s suicide. We are introduced to her parents, and we can also see how messed up everybody really is, especially Clay. By the way, Clay’s pseudo-deep comments are plain stupid and annoying.

Remember that before I said that the “no requests” thing made me hopeful? Just pretend I said nothing, okay? There is a request, and we are playing the threat game. This show was so dramatic and so slow, which is probably why I decided to just watch and review the first episode.

I’ve already talked about Hannah and Clay’s relationship, and how they always talked and appeared to be in friendlier terms than in the book. However, in the show, I sensed that they had this super flirty relationship, and that to me made the whole story way less believable.

Of course, stalker Hannah is present in the show as well. What she doesn’t know is that, for some reason, Clay is always there looking out for her, but saying nothing. Don’t worry, though, him and Hannah seem to be nothing but great friends. If you don’t remember who Hannah was stalking during the first episode of this horrible show, let me tell you, it was the hottie Justin Foley. I graduated from high school a while ago, but man, Justin looks like the best mistake you can ever make.

Justin’s character, though, was all inked, and had a body I’d never seen in a high school senior. Honestly, most of the characters that were pretending to be at school were way older, and acted with much more confidence, not at all like lost teenagers. It wasn’t just the teens in this show that annoyed me, though. The parents were horribly intrusive, and their attitude was not believable in the slightest.

Did you watch the show? What were your thoughts on it? Also, is there a show you 100% recommend? I’m always looking for something to watch.

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila




Pac Man


Hello and happy Thursday. No, I’m not telling you about the classic game or anything of the sort. I’m going to tell you a story of my teenage years, one that still to this day causes internal debates, thanks to my anxiety.

This is the story of a Halloween party I went to with my friends. I don’t remember which grade I was in, but I’m guessing I was either a sophomore or a junior. Now, Halloween in Bogota has always been a big deal in terms of parties. Schools actually host these parties, which is great because it gives parents the false sense of security while in reality their children are doing everything they would in a regular party.

My friends and I were dressed up as a soccer team. This was the kind of costume I liked because it wasn’t in-your-face slutty, but I could still get away with showing some skin. We wore knee-length socks, soccer shorts, and customized jerseys. And, of course, we got all sorts of comments like “I could totally score a goal in you,” or “wanna play with my balls?” A guy just stood in front of a group of us and yelled “GOOOOAL.”

Thinking back, I’m glad I have that story to tell, you know? Like, yes, teenage me must’ve felt hella awkward, but young adult me is having a blast recalling that night. I do have one regret though, and that’s basically what today’s post is about.

I once went to a teenage party in the States and I really couldn’t figure out how those worked. The parties I used to attend in Colombia went like this: if you were a single girl, you pretty much danced in a circle with your friends until a guy spotted you and took you out to dance. 95% of the times, the guy wanted to make out with you. It was sort of like a game, finding ways to avoid the kiss. If you did kiss, then you just didn’t talk about it. That was the unspoken rule.

In this party, I was dancing in a circle and this super cute guy approached me. He asked me to dance and then went with the classic “let’s go somewhere quieter” because the music was super loud and we couldn’t hear each other talk. Yeah right. He told me his name, and last name, which was kind of odd come to think of it (unless he wanted me to stalk him on Facebook afterwards, which I totally did) and then after a few minutes dancing, BAM, he went in for the kiss.

Now let’s remember this is sort of a “regret” post because, you guessed it, we didn’t kiss. I don’t know why, honestly, my teenage brain didn’t think it was a good idea to make out with this very cute guy. But I turned my head when he was aiming for the lips and I even told him I just wanted to dance, if that was okay. Well, it clearly wasn’t okay because what he wanted was to make out with someone, so when the song ended he disappeared.

Per usual, after the party, we were commenting our adventures and misadventures and I mentioned this guy wanted to kiss me. A girl who’s never particularly been my friend but who’s always been around told me something along the lines of “you know people call that guy Pac Man because he eats everything in front of him.” Eating, of course, is a Colombian euphemism for…you get it, don’t you?

Anyway, I felt relieved at the time that I hadn’t kissed Pac Man because I thought that would’ve been a more embarrassing story to tell. And it would’ve meant I was just one of the many girls he’d kissed. Nowadays I think I could’ve just gone for it and kiss a cute guy and not worry so much about what other people thought because we were all pretty stupid teenagers.

Years later, when I was in university, I heard that guy’s name again (and how can I ever forget it, really?). It turns out he used to go out with this girl who was a friend of a friend. I drunkenly told this girl about Pac Man’s reputation and she just laughed. We were no longer teenagers, and we were wasted.

In the comments below tell me a story of someone you regret not kissing.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila 5