28 July 2015


Welcome to Useless Updates, it's the time of the week when I put unnecessary (or sometimes really important) updates from life + doings + everything I can think of on internet because that's how I live.

-I missed last week's useless updates post oops. This week I came up with a name that looks scientific. It's ux2 that means 2 U(s) that makes Useless Updates and tell me this sounds smart.

I found this vvvvv good compilation of Urdu afsany. Afsany are short Urdu stories. I love it because all the characters talk in the same way as old people from my family talk. Finest Urdu, the beauty of language remains alive. The words, phrases, tone, everything sounds familiar and it gives me a boost of confidence in writing for an Urdu digest (Khawateen digest here I come) I've been working on everything that connects me back to my language because no matter how many languages I learn and work on, there's this comfort in Urdu that takes me back to my roots and somehow to my VVV REAL SELF.

If you live in Karachi and want cheap but great books, just go find book stalls of Bait-Ul-Mukarram and thank me later. They've got all these awesome books for less than you can imagine and it's a very good thing preaching about good book buying places.

VIP (Very important pose) with books.

And I hope all the Teen Wolf fangirls are uncomfortable because of the recent episode (GODDAMN JEFF DEVIS) I'm having so many feelings about Teen Wolf. 
Here's an ode to Scott & Alison fetus love.

Actually the trouble is not having Derek around. One of my MOST FAVORITE Hale and fictional character on fictional planet in my mind. I'll never forgive Teen Wolf team for letting him go and before letting him go, RUINING his character and making all of us feel bad for him. He's DEREK, a Hale, he doesn't let people feel bad about himself but he fights, fights, fights and save silly young werewolves. That's what he always do. If you haven't got Derek Hale in your room/class/school/somewhere in parking lot telling you that you're a vvvv silly werewolf now, you're NOT official silly werewolf yet. 
So this upsets me every time all the guys fight and the exciting typical teen wolf music plays in background, my stomach hurts because WHO IS GOING TO SAVE SCOTT WHO IS GOING TO TELL HIM WHAT NOT TO DO WHERE IS OUR DEREK? 

Really, too many feels.

Talking of feels, TROYE SIVAN IS RELEASING NEW MUSIC HOLY SHIT I AM GOING WILD and well, the album is called Wild. 
Just look at this face.

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25 July 2015

The witch of Karachi sheltered in the wilds of Thatta

Karachi and Thatta, two very different cities I have to deal with in very different ways. Karachi is everything I want to love and Thatta is everything I don't like to touch. These cities, despite of every difference between them, are a part of me - Karachi by my pure will and Thatta has always been an accident. But the days like today & yesterday, I've wanted to see the old plains and plants of Thatta, they are same as always, so green and familiar like they were years ago. 

Very good weather and colorful make up and witchy face - all brought together in one single post because it felt like I should be preaching about nature and stars and dark nights and power more. The thing about this little green place is that it never asks me to be myself, I can be anyone/anything and bury myself in the grass and write stuff in my journal. That's why I don't like the behavior of Thatta, it's like an old man stuck in new crazy century. It accepts me as I am and doesn't excites me which is not a good thing, not anymore. It doesn't want me to go on a race and win it. Small town with vvvvv small minds. We don't get along well very often. 

The girl in the mirror isn't me, it can never be me. The night under her eyes and the stars around them are everything she has. She's the witch that lost and ran away. She's just a reflection trapped inside the mirror with nature that keeps holding of whatever is left of her. She's an image of what I would become if I didn't fight back the patriarchy. I don't want to be sheltered, I want to win.

 I used this tiny and shiny (they rhyme so give me my bonus points) eyeshadows palette was the base of this look. It's from Born Pretty Store and can be found here. It's glittery and is in solid shades. It's quite small so it fits people like me who can't handle 48 eyeshadow colors at once. My favorite is white one. And plus points that it's waterproof so I can cry and the glitter will remain shining on my eyes. Use my code ARE10K31 for 10% off on your order on their website. Ta da!

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22 July 2015

A very useful kind of heartbreak

This word heartbreak sounds unbelievably romantic.
Well it is not.

Technically it's ugly. I've never been into any kind of situation where I can use this world in any possible way before today. My heartbreak wasn't romantic, it was humiliating and irritating. And it was kind of what I really needed.

My heart got broken by a few human beings gathered together to tell me all the things I do wrong, everything I can't do, everything I should stop doing etc. Humiliation is vvvv bad. Pushing someone down and if they don't go down then crushing them down is lso vvvv bad. Doing bad things to people also cause heartbreaks. 

Well after a broken heart, a head full of plans, bad ideas about life and a lot of poetry in my journal, I'm doing very well. I felt crushed and sad for a moment but when you realize you have nothing to lose, you can't be worried anymore. This is what makes world crazy genius people (I hope I'm one of them one day) 

I write good things after bad accidents. 

We don't want to belong to the plains anymore. Scratching our backs till they bleed and make room for wings and seek shelter in the skies. Like eagles, we fly away high. Even our shadows don't reach the land because we're rare for dust now.
I just think it should be next Lorde lyric.

When you get your heart broken and a very sad head, do something good to yourself. Be a star or something. That is what I'm going to do. It's too dark and being a star is my last option. I'll make sure to be happy and creative and I'll love my blog even more. 

Typing this post was another kind of hard business. You can't go on telling people how hard life is and how sad you are but OH WAIT YOU DO IT IS 2015 AND WE'RE LIVING IN A WEIRD CENTARY AND YOU WRITE ABOUT ANYTHING ON BLOG.

I hope you're doing great my people.

19 July 2015

Eid 2015

Successfully survived Eid 2015 with lots of food and less eidi and a lot of disappointments. Eid is supposed to be fun, maybe the "fun" thing is just for kids and people like me, who haven't decided if they're still kids or officially not-kids & they've grown up already,  are usually stuck in a dilemma about it. Well, my eid was just fine. I couldn't capture my first day look because I'm unbelievably  NOT into taking selfies sometimes. So here's my second day of eid's face.

Let me tell you my theory about eid. If your first eid day isn't fun, the second is going to get worse. I'm sorry but it's horribly true. But have hopes for third day. That being said, I've a terrible day today that includes unwanted dressing up and being sick and nobody letting me touch biryani.

Well, I like eid more than any other occasion. Even if I can't really enjoy it sometimes and have to hug so many human beings in one single day that irritates me a lot but still I like eid more than anything. After all it's our gift after Ramazan.

I have got this vvvvv orange lipstick that matched my shirt. Actually I've realized I like orange lip color on my pale brown face more than any other color. We might be best buddies in future. Born pretty store guys were kind enough to send me this so that I can talk abut it on blog. It's vvvv orange and shiny and it smells good.

Technically it's a lip crayon. And I even tried to color my henna with it. 
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18 July 2015

Too much Lorde inside my head

Eid Mubarak everyone! I'm finally sitting down to blog. I have no eid stuff to post today because I've taken absolutely no selfie to celebrate eid on instagram or tweet a sheerkhurma picture. I might crawl back into bed and sleep for another 4 hours and wake up on 4 am and then tell myself that IT IS NOT SEHRI TIME ANYMORE. Well, it's gonna bother me for a little while. 

While I prepare an eid outfit for second day, here's a Lorde-fan-forever quick post here.
This is my bed and these are Lorde's lyrics. I think I have too much Lorde inside my head. And I've officially declared Yellow Flicker Beat the theme song of my life for the rest of life. Some of her songs lyrics are so fab and badass that I can't even. I mean, that girl is magic.

It's a new art form showing people how little we care.
From Tennis Court. It's more like a way of life trapped in a lyric if you focus.

Now we're in the ring And we're coming for blood
THIS LYRIC. From Glory and Gore. I mean, it's a good way saying BEWARE BITCH.

My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones 
It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.
From Yellow Flicker Beat. It can easily be a superhero's anthem if we're talking about heros from Bad Blood and Cara is leading. Imagine about it people.

God bless Lorde.

13 July 2015

I heard Jupiter calling my name

Welcome to Useless Updates, it's the time of the week when I put unnecessary (or sometimes really important) updates from life + doings + everything I can think of on internet because that's how I live.

The real update is, I'm now obsessed with stars and planets and space and galaxy prints. 
This is my amma's scarf cap that is soon to be completely turned into MY galaxy themed scarf cap because adding all these sequins and beads is a lot of hard work and obviously I'm keeping it once it is done.

And my galaxy vibes.

I felt my head in space. It's too silent out here. I'm jumping from planet to planet, tiptoeing their planetary rings. I heard Jupiter calling my name. It tries to catch me but I'm slipping out of reach. The planets talk about us, everyone who is on planet earth. The stars are too shiny. I've saved some broken stars in my eyes so that you can see how beautiful broken things become.

-Diary, 28/June/15

My internet is vvvvvvvvvv bad so I'm typing this post in my aunt's room because their wifi is fabulous and it connects automatically when I enter their house and it makes me feel like YES I'M HOME.

And I've read both Eleanor & Park and Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and I think young adult fiction doesn't suite me well. YOUNG ADULT FICTION ISN'T MY TYPE. And it makes me feel older but I'm just (almost) 18. Maybe I need some decent YA fiction books to take this statement back but right now, I'm with it. I won't be reading more of YA fiction until someone stops me and yell at me to read a YA fiction novel. This might tell you how disappointed I got.

That's all from my week. I wish I had blogged more but my internet isn't working. I miss my online life. Ugh. 

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8 July 2015

Istanbul: Love, Bastard, Wanderlust

Welcome to my love story with Istanbul, the city of Turkey I've never been to and already feel homesick for it.

Picture from Google // Tumblr // Another tumblr // Another another tumblr

This is basically a visual treat for my blog to have all these pictures to remind me everytime I come across this post to pack my bag, rebel against my college schedule, sell my stuff and catch a plane to Istanbul.

I can't think of living somewhere else than Karachi in my life because moving on from here is impossible, you can't get the taste of Karachi everywhere especially when it runs in your blood. Karachi is another love affair that I carry along. Falling for Istanbul is because these two cities - Karachi & Istanbul - sound alike to me. A city lied right by the sea, divided into too many faces, a different universe, a city out of control. That's what I like, the behavior of these two cities is out of control. In my mind, they're relatives, a piece of family that are supposed to be separated for the lifetime yet the same story running in their veins. I feel that going to Istanbul would mean I'm still in relation with Karachi, that I'm still connected to the city I really fell in love with, the city I belong to.
 I was reading The Bastard Of Istanbul and it said that Istanbul is heartbreakingly beautiful. So is Karachi, it's just that people often forget to dive into the city's skin and take a look inside, it's painfully beautiful.

I picked this book just because of this title, it has Istanbul in it. It's not the first time I picked a book because it had a city's name on it that means a lot to me. Ha, Karachi You're Killing Me.

The Bastard Of Istanbul has left my emotional level unbalanced. It's the kind of read that leaves you hanging into a void, leaves you alone with your thoughts that might really hurt you. I know this because when I finished this book, I really wanted to insult someone asap so that I can come out of the tension stretched inside my mind. Just because WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED IN THE BOOK HOW THE HECK IT HAPPENED IN THE BOOK. I like this kind of books that leave me hanging and emotionally disturbed so that I know I felt the characters and the story.

The story is about women of the city, a family with a lot of women. Reading about their culture and the way the live their lives and actually yelling at some parts in my mind that THIS HAPPENS IN MY FAMILY TOO was actually fantastic.

If you've read the book and want to sound like a book pal: I THOUGHT ASYA WOULD DIE.
Well, she obviously didn't.

I thought she would suicide, or I want her to suicide next time I read the book. And I think of someone killing Mustafa brutally like stabbing him 500 times or slapping auntie Feride until she was in her mind finally or singing to Petite Ma softly.

The book is telling me that Turks are out of control. But knowing the fact that the writer was threatened to be sent to jail after she wrote this book & my encounter with Karachi You're Killing Me, I really don't judge a city by a book written about it because it'd be a joke. If you've read this book about Karachi, you'd think I'm a drunk loser who hates her dad's cat a little lesser than her whole life.
So, I'd rather imagine something else.

And meet my first ever reason to love this city for the first time.

Asi, a Turkish drama serial, started on a tv channel here in Pakistan when I was dealing with my high school and got addicted with it. Well, it was Urdu dubbed. I needed a getaway, a new and proper fandom and I ended up watching its 12 episodes in a row because the tv channel was running a marathon of it. This drama showed Turkey and pushed me to dive into this country's skin and dig and find what I like. That's the point when I looked at Istanbul differently and told myself yeah Areeba I'm falling for it.

It's the story of love and dark past and regrets and mixed intentions. It includes the only kind of love story I can bear, the intense love that survived through a heck lot. The couple of Asi & Demir is my ultimate favorite and I am not taking it back in anyway in any part of my life. Asi is the brave farm girl living in Antakya who rides horses and loves her family and hates Demir. Demir is Istanbul living guy who has a dark broken past and a good looking face and he hates Asi. Their families share a dark past. They met, they hated each other, Demir killed her beloved horse unintentionally and then there's a lot to keep on talking but they finally fall in love.

Well they get divorced in second season which was the hardest part. This is the only fictional divorced that got onto my nerves and I was yelling at tv screen that day on Demir to take back all allegations he had on Asi, I wanted to tell him that Asi was not the reason Demir's sister died.

He left. Without knowing he has a daughter coming soon to this world.

And second season ruined me inside. There's so much that screwed up my theory about "getting over it" NO I DIDN'T GET OVER THIS. I will never get over this damn tv show.
Well Demir met his daughter without knowing she is his daughter after 7 years. There's a past you can't runaway, he dug about his own past and found out bout his daughter. The best thing is that they had a happy ending. They ended up together - Asi & Demir - they had a happy ending and this is one of a few facts that keep me alive.

This is the thing about Turkey and Turkish things, they make me feel something. Intensity, love, past, wanderlust, whatever it is, it's ever changing. I would just tag it under all the things I'm going to be obsessed for the rest of my life.

Another imaginary quality. I can even fangirl about a city. 

What's the behavior of your city, guys?

6 July 2015

At least my wall is boho

Welcome to Useless Updates, it's the time of the week when I put unnecessary (or sometimes really important) updates from life + doings + everything I can think of on internet because that's how I live.

After being in a constant battle between my wall posters that were about fandoms and wanderlust words, I gave up on my whole wall art for a little boho touch in my life. The dream catcher looks nice. The embroidery is galaxy themed if you were able to spot my eyes-closed, blushing at me moon and a few things from space. 

I might pretend to be a hipster very soon.

I'm reading Eleanor And Park and it's heartbreakingly sweet. I'm like halfway through it and keep peeking at Goodreads reviews just because I can't help it and I know I'm going to cry in the end (that's what many reviews said) and there are going to be a lot of feels. There are a lot of feels already. I like books that leave me emotionally disabled and this book is doing the same, god bless Rainbow Rowell. And on the other note, I PRETEND PARK LOOKS LIKE TROYE SIVAN MANNN.

More Troye. So Cara & Troye met and she turned him a piece of art. He looked like Frida Kohlo if you pay attention.

It'll be the end of first week of no Pretty Little Liars tomorrow. It's gonna be another empty week of no Pretty Little Liars again. But good things come to those who wait (WOT DO YOU MEAN) The main thing I've realized as being a PLL fan, you just keep waiting and it's just season 6 and still there's nothing about A/Bitch/Charles/Psychopath/GIRLBITCHGIRL.

That's all.

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