Tuesday, 26 August 2014

I'm Areeba and I blog


Almost 2 years ago, I created this blog. I had no idea what I was going to write or do with my online space. I kept writing, writing and now whenever I look at my old posts, I feel a little bit embarrassing + funny. Like, really dude? I used to write like that? But it's totally fine. In those (almost) 2 years, I ran out of ideas, I cried over getting less response to a post, I had an ugly internet, I had no motivation to write but me and this blog survived. We're still here and second blogaversary is near. I was planning to write something very special for my blog on its second birthday but honestly, I have no idea. Last 3 days for me were no-internet-for-you-babe kinda days so I thought what I'm going to do with my baby blog. And I think I've decided, I won't stop doing what I'm doing. Blogging is simply a thing I LOVE to do, so I'll keep up with it no matter what's up. I know there are a few people who read me and that's enough. I do think about my blog. I think of having a successful blog, a pretty blog that I love, a blog that will make people's day, a blog that spreads a smile on my face and a blog to keep memories. That IS why I blog. And I'm proud to say that I'm Areeba and I blog.

So here we are, a little bit emotional and a little bit of motivated. Let's do blog more often and stay happy. And there are a few things I want to share with you all right now. I am SO excited for my college, let's hope it turns our more fun than high school. I need SO many tips how-to's and do-and-don'ts for college because I'd just be a noob for that big-girl-goes-college world.

There's a line I found from my old journal and I LOVE it, it says "My name is Areeba and I am made of thousands of stars", isn't that simply so lovely?

I saw this quote on Pinterest and fell in love with it. And luckily took this perfect photograph too. She.

 Baaaye (In Troye Sivan's voice)

Friday, 22 August 2014

My top photo fails from wedding week

Finally, the wedding week is over. All wedding stuff is over. I'm too tired. My mehndi (aka henna) has started to fade. I was thinking of doing a typical traditional post where I'd talk about the random stuff again and again and tell you guys what I did and what I wore. Same boring stuff, phew, right? But I have something speical for you guys. I'm not going to post what random crap I did, the stuff that I usually do at every wedding. As it was last wedding from my maternal family, and my uncle got married on Pakistan's independence day and my aunt on my birthday, here's a special post of how my photos went wrong at the moment. Basically, me and Noor were the host after a few family members. We had to ask, check & greet guests and didn't have much tie to stand still and pose. So the photo results were pretty terrible.

The grand entrance of my uncle Harzi on mehndi:

THOSE EFFING ARMPITS! Applauds to my attempts to censor them. Nobody told me about this ugliness.

The grand entrance of my aunt hibo.

Here comes a picture with aunt Hibo. I wish I knew how terrible my hair were looking or the smile was way TOO bright.

An attempt to selfie of the year
I mean, there could be all of us, smiling at my camera and we could make it to the best selfie of the year if only we tried hard. But in the reality, it was me, taking a selfie with flash on.

Another selfie attempt
It's only me who can bear flashlight for a selfie but not everyone. Like this man I call my uncle, can't bear flashlights and end up looking like this:

An attempt to enter a group photo:

Making a cousiny-love group photo
It's a sure thing we (these two and I) don't much appreciate each other's company because a 14 years older cousin is usually a not-so-good friend.
Her expressions.
I better cut off myself.

Somebody caught my real-time expessions
Specially when there was a kid cousin behind my back trying to photobomb us.

I wore Pakistan's flag badge and nobody appreciated it.
That's a sad one, right. And now I drew a weird looking arrow so I can get attention.

An attempt to a classy pose
I forgot my mag tikka is a wanderer.

I can be a famous meme


Behind-the-scene last moments selfie
Because the photographers had come inside the bride room and we were notified to GET OUTTA THERE.

My birthday gift: A ghost picture with my bestie
*That's her hair, trying to be funny.

Kicked out again
The professional photographers with expensive cameras told me to get out of the group photo (this happened again) So I posed this after I was kicked out. Stay happy no matter what! #nohate

An attempt to look good with same hair
Noor got an appointment with the beautician while I was at home, brushing my hair. That's the result. Everybody kept asking me if I forgot my hairband at home and needed to braid them. Sigh, cruel world.

The only picture with the bride
The last day of wedding week, I only got 58 seconds with my aunt who's officially a mrs now. That's what came out. A SELFIE! And look at my hair, I look good in tied hair and a tight hair bun.

Instead of all these photos, there were a few that I LOVE. They're not a fail. They're my favorite.




Baaaye (In Troye Sivan's voice)

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

If you're upset

There are moments in our lives where we're upset. Like REALLY upset! All you wanna do is to throw a pillow on your face and make scenes in your head that make you upset even more. Or remember the saddest moments of your life. Or listen to the songs that make you sad. And this stuff happens in real life, at least to me. Or I should say I used to do all these things. Everything looks ugly when you're upset. I've had those moments. Look at me, I'm a teenager and at the point when you're almost 17, every problem looks extreme and you think you can't get away from it. But the truth is, you do. Never let your upset side take over your future bright side!

Just 3 weeks ago, my result came out. I was over my grandmothers house for a feast. Everyone was there, my babajaan's (dad) relatives and his cousins. I checked my result online and it was 80%+. That meant it was A+. I was so happy, literally dancing everywhere. Everyone congratulated me. I got hugs, wishes, cheer ups, I was queen of the moment. But I've had an idea that there's something in my mind that's annoying me, I went home and checked my examination card to see if the result is REALLY 80%+. And then it came up that it wasn't my own result. Yeah I didn't get 80%+. I got 75%. I had put the wrong roll no and my result was just 75%. I was stoned. I couldn't go back and face everyone. It was so scary. I told Noor to go back to grandmother's house without me because I am not going to face them, at least right now. I need some space to accept what have I said VS what I really got. I was thinking that my family folks are going to laugh out loud about that. GAAHH! It was upsetting and embarrassing. Maybe not everyone reading this would feel how horrible this was, but it was horrible. All I was thinking that I shouldn't have told everyone about it,  getting more than 80% is a big deal! But Noor told me to GO & FACE! Well this GO & FACE sounds pretty motivating!

So yes, I went back. Met my grandfather downstairs and I told him that what have I done. When he heard my tale, he was laughing. I was thinking that it's not right time to laugh at me, he should be giving advice to me. He said that 75% is still a good grade, I got an A and I should be grateful that I am not failed. *He had the point.

So in short, I went upstairs (I took him with me, you never know when you need your grandparents around) I told everyone what was my actual result. I was expecting everyone to laugh or pity but hey! They didn't say anything like that. All of them cheered me up that getting an A is a great thing. My aunt told me that she got 62% and still didn't care about that. This taught me a lesson: Getting alone and leaving everything when you're upset in NOT the answer. Thinking bad things and making things worse is NOT the answer.

The answer is: Don't be upset anymore. 

Do the things that you love or the things that make you feel better. I paint and draw when I need to get over somethings. Or eat things you like. After that evening at grandmother's house, I ate a lot and slept on the couch while talking to my folks. Yes on the couch, in the middle of living room, with people around.

I spray my favorite body spray all over when I am upset, it works! Good scents help you feel better about the disasters you make. Or I read a joke, or a good book, or check out my favorite Youtuber or or or STALK YOUR FAVORITE CRUSH PERSON!

I won't say talk to someone. Because that's not my own option. I have a bad habit of stop talking to people when I am upset. I know it's not good.But bad habits are hard to leave. But if you're good at sharing problems, talk to someone too. Or call a funny friend, because funny people best people!

Tell me how you get away from upset situations? Or does pizza and lemonade help you to be less upset?

Monday, 4 August 2014

An Eid to remember

Finally, I'm done with Eid gatherings and dinners. This Eid was one of the MOST busiest Eid for me because (1. I'm a big girl now so I had to host things. (2. WE HAD SO MANY FEASTS MORE THAN EVER! I didn't argue much about my dressing like last year because suddenly I am bored with dressing up, yes a girl can say that. All I needed was a teal colored dress and I ended up getting one for Eid. I got the last minute henna treat by my own self and that's how my Eid outfit went.



One of the best thing about Eidi! Eidi means MONEY! Yes kids get money as gift in Eid. Our elders give us money treat and I felt pretty much rich this time. Eidi is directly proportional to the amount of guests you get to meet #maths. This means: More guests = More richer you get. 

And good news is that this picture of my Eidi won a little competition that Pizza Hut guys ran on their Twitter. Now I can't wait to get a tiny prize in mail. Look, Pizza is this awesome! Thanks PizzaHut guys!

Would you believe I didn't get much time for a proper photoshoot? Yes! All I have is a few car selfies that came out just because Noor is a selfie queen and always ready to take 1k selfies at a time. We were out in the city for some wandering with babajaan (my dad) And I'm glad Karachi was cloudy.

RAWWWWWWR.

Look at me. I rarely put on make up. My make up routine starts with a lip balm and ends up on a lip balm, nothing else. No matter where I am, parties, gatherings, birthday or anywhere else. All I put on this EId was a lip balm, a mascara and an eye liner and I was done. This addition was on a special request by my amma (mum) Make up is not necessary to feel pretty, there are other stuff that make me feel pretty. I think I need to blog about that hahaha.

This Eid was busy, yummy, tiring and memorable as always! We've had so much yummy food. From biryani to chicken roast, cold drinks to sweet dishes, everything. But my most favorite thing is to sit with a group of people I love and eat, laugh and remember the most silliest thing you've ever done! Eid is a blessing for sure that comes after Ramadan. I hope you've had a great Eid this year. And oh, it's August. My birthday month! And there are two weddings in a row to attend! This month is going to be a busy one! 

Cheers,
ENJOY YOUR AUGUST!

Friday, 25 July 2014

Heart breaking moments for Bloggers

I've been thinking of writing this post for a while because every Blogger has a her/his own heart breaking moment and it HURTS inside, somewhere in the middle of heart where the blogging part is alive. And when I say it hurts, it actually does.

No good emails found
My morning rituals include checking emails before going to brush. And in that case, if I'm unable to find a good email, MY DAY IS RUINED. I keep telling myself that I am a bad blogger and nobody likes to email me. Nobody loves me. Nobody. NO EFFING BUDDY! Good emails are a must. If they're not in your email box, you feel bad. You really do. Good emails are like a letter from another blogger, a blogger notification, a new ad, a new opportunity, a secret admirer of your blog & maybe a reply from your favorite blogger. If they're not in our email boxes, I swear we feel bad!

There are 0 Twitter notification
"Well, this hurts the most. Zero notification? Like seriously? I tweeted the most awesome tweet 2 minutes ago and nobody favorited it. Are you guys serious? I'm don with you all."
But obviously you're not.
When I tweet something good, I keep an eye on my tablet to catch a new notification from Twitter. You never know how happy a blogger can be when there are 20+ notification at once. C'mon, it's time to celebrate!

Blog design is screwed up
NO JUST NO. Let's not think about the Blogger's nightmares. I mean, a messed up blog design is simply a nightmare and the only difference is that your HTML is really screwed up! This literally gives me shivers when I think about old times where I accidentally ruined my whole new design and it took me 5 hours to remade it. You can imagine the terror. Oh terror.

A long written comment is VANISHED
I'm a good commenter sometimes, I don't spam people with nice post comments or follow for follow because it's against the laws of Blogland. But it breaks my heart when I write a really long comment and it suddenly it goes away. Blogger, why you do this to us? Then I usually give up and leave. Sighs.

A bad comment
Nice post comments, asking for follow comments, asking to check a blog comments, "Nice outfit " comments on a painting post comments, random-companies-spamming-you comments, your-class-fellows-spamming-your-blog-with-anonymous-profile comments, a rude person leaving hate you in comments.

Or no comment at all
This hurts the most and breaks my heart into million pieces. When a zero-comments-moment show up, I'm like: "It was my fault. I didn't write it as good as I use to write. It's all my fault. I suck! Now my readers hate me!" And this s the reality.

Somebody unfollowed
The headline goes like: NO WHY WHAT PLEASE I LOVED YOU! Last week, I lost 5 followers on twitter. 5 FOLLOWERS LOST. You can imagine that was a really heart breaking moment. When someone follows, it feels like I am doing a good job. But when someone unfollows, I know what to do. Complain this to everyone you meet in next few hours and be sad for a while. Easy peazy!

Somebody steals your content
This is horrible. There are a few copy cats that are rude enough to use your photographs without your permission and put their OWN watermarks on them. This is the worst thing that can happen to a Blogger. For me, blogging is about being original and have your unique voice and stuff. When I read that someone stole something from my favorite blogger, I feel so bad. Because this is simply wrong.

Nobody reads my blog
Low pageviews & low analytics. This is my BIGGEST HEART BREAKING MOMENT. Let's stop this talk here because I literally cannot even.
I can't even.
I am unable to even..
I have lost my ability to even.
I am so unable to even.

What are your heart breaking moments when it comes to blogging? Share them here and we might get a book published!

Linking up with Nicole & Ash!