blippo surprise kawaii bag (review + giveaway)

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I am writing a blog post after ages but it feels like coming home after a long journey. I am back and will be posting more *inserts hurrahs here*

Today, I have something ~kawaii~ to share with y'all. PLUS there is a giveaway at the end of the post so yassss for that
I was sent this Surprise Kawaii Mixed Bag from Blippo. These bags contain up to 15 stationery products chosen randomly and packed in a bag. It's not a subscription based one - just buy one and be ready to get a cute surprise.
What I got:
My bag contained a lot of stickers (when I say a lot, we are talking straight 4-5 sticker sheets here) and reading-related items. They probably knew I am running low on my goodreads challenge these days. Other than that, I got a pencils' set & erasers & washi tapes & moreeeee.
 My most favorite item is this set of erasers. They are way too cute IRL.

Since I am a stationery junkie, this bag was a beautiful treat for me. I always need a lot of new products for my journaling so getting them in a surprise goody bag is my idea of heavenly investment.
The approx. value of the items in the bag is around $50 but in this bag, they would cost $16.90 combined. Hashtag one hella deal.

I will be getting some of them for my stationery-obsessed cousins who  l o v e  surprises and kawaii goodies. If you want to get one for you / for a friend, head to Blippo's website or enter the giveaway below to win this.

*Open worldwide.

Noor's Place Blippo Giveaway
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the angry art days

like people, I have come to accept the fact that art too gets angry and mad and out of control. It cannot be about the beautiful things of life all the time and sometimes when I pick up pens and papers to make something, everything but the satisfaction of a well-crafted piece stares me back.

welcome to the angry art days

angry art days is just a term floating in my mind that justifies my lack of inspiration. These days, where I cannot make things exactly how I want or string words to compose poetry that reflects everything precisely, are hard to endure. I feel like there is someone else roaming around in my body that even my mirror fails to recognize. On angry art days, I cannot recognize myself anymore.

I am unsure what is the real cause but more or less, it's the lack of concentration for me. I am guilty of doing things because they are supposed to be done. Perhaps art minds that to an extent where it just stops happening at all.

there is no cure that works all the time. But just trying making/writing/sketching things in spite of their flaws keeps me going, making me optimistic that at the end of the day, maybe art will not be angry anymore and will come back home.

here is my favorite writing piece on art from my poetry notebook
you asked me
how i made art 
i used all
long, shiny, pretentious, 

but the truth
is different 
i never made art 
i brought the hurricanes 
sobs, revenge, stories
on the stark white sheet

and it looked
something like
art — it was art

here I am, typing this post away amidst the peak of my angry art days. I don't know how long it would take for the inspiration and willpower to return to me; seconds, minutes, days or weeks. But it will because I am taking up the only cure I know: fixing it with making whatever remains of art I am left with.

in the chaos, I got th beautiful beautiful news of my blog being shortlisted for Blogosphere Magazine awards' category of arts & craft. Just being nominated among allthe creative and amazing people has been a wonderful feeling, but if you could take a minute or two out to vote for my blog, I would be so grateful.
You can vote for Noor's Place here

*throws confetti everywhere*
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the story of poetry at unexpected places ft. fan art

my (supposed) composition:
70% water
28% other scientific elements
2% poetry

poetry is no longer just an arrangement of words; it now resides in me, reflects in everything I do, it's a part that completes me.

I started sharing my poetry in art journals. They were the reason I couldn't stop writing. But even before writing journals, I was obsessed with the words scrawled on the walls in the name of urban poetry, strangers leaving random notes in libraries for others to read, people taking their favorite books to the top of mountains or skyscrapers and sharing their favorite words in the stunning photos taken at the top of the world. This distribution of words under one messy unsystematic manner was beautiful.

After writing poetry in journals for so long, I wanted to do something more. Something that would spread the poetic words around or at least let them breathe somewhere that wasn't a book. In this dilemma, my poetry at unexpected places series came into existence. It all started with me scribbling a poetry piece on my bathroom's tiled wall with a non-permanent marker and sticking a torn page of an old book and a stick of dried flowers. You can see that piece here.

That was a start of something entirely new for me. I started writing on walls, on torn old pages and sometimes sticking them on the walls of abandoned buildings. I had to clean those words up, take those pages off the wall, afterward. But at least the words pouring out of my pen were breathing for a while, they weren't stuck in the bounded paper anymore. Poetry was going to all the places it wouldn't normally be found at; poetry at unexpected places.

here are my top favorites from this series:
it's okay 
if you're burning 
with anger 
or sadness 
or both 
it is necessary 
for you to collapse
so you can learn
how phoenixes are
when they burn 
and rise again
from the ashes of
their existence' — burn and rise // poetry at unexpected places pt. 28 

i am building 
a house

where the floor is 
made up of strength 
where the walls are
crafted of ambition 
where the roof is
a masterpiece of forgiveness 
i am building 
myself' — i am building // poetry at unexpected places pt. 23

will go
terribly, utterly, horribly 
one day
will be fine

our lives
swing between 
that one day
and someday

so why do you worry
about it
everyday // poetry at unexpected places pt. 25 
isn't it
breathtakingly beautiful 
how you've learned 
to grow flowers
from the memories 
that died 
a long time ago — to a work-in-progress self // poetry at unexpected places pt. 34 
i am learning 
how to say strong 
in different languages 
for if i ever forget
the sound of this word
in my own language 
those words
could remind me
there are more 
where mine
ends — learning to say strong (guys let me know how to say 'strong' in your language) // poetry at unexpected places pt. 32 
self discovery isn't always 
about the most convenient ways
you'll have to burn, learn and yearn
the unexpected, the unusual and the unknown // poetry at unexpected places pt. 20

you're not only a 'she' 
or a 'her'
make your name sound 
like something 
completely, terrifyingly, beautifully 
out of this world — azeez aurton (dear women) for #WomenHistoryMonth // poetry at unexpected places pt. 22

when everything comes crashing down
i hope you're wearing 
that faint little smile 
for an end is near
and a start is nearer // poetry at unexpected places pt. 18

you had a face
that looked like serenity 
and words
that did not smell
of contempt 
and your existence 
reminded me
of sunsets and ocean waves
you still wonder
what it took
for me to fall
for someone like
you — a poem about you // poetry at unexpected places pt. 29 

you are
the peace after wars
the calm after storms 
and everything 
insanely beautiful 
that shapes after
a tragedy // poetry at unexpected places pt. 37

I started receiving hundreds of entries (fan art, art recreations, my poetry in other people's journals) on instagram and I upload them on my insta-stories. It always isn't possible to catch up ith all of them but I try the hardest. I am sharing some entries that scream the concept of poetry at unexpected places for me. I am so grateful to everyone who made my words come alive and let them breathe in the cities and countries I have never been to yet my words have become a part of their air.
Natalie wrote my poetry on her shirt (somewhere in Florida)

Prakriti took this breathtakingly beautiful shot with my poetry piece at the mountains (Kuari Pass, India)

Hilal also took poetry at unexpected places 

Summer made this lovely journal entry with my poetry whilst sitting at Espresso Lab (Malaysia)

Laura hung my words in a GORGEOUS frame (Coimbra, Portugal)

@drawing_jazzyeebo did this lettering with my poetry (Hong Kong)

Megha took this shot somewhere in the air and paired it with my poetry

Anna did this piece on a typewriter (Georgia) 

Sadina also took poetry at unexpected places (Bangladesh)

if you too have made something with my poetry, make sure to send it to me (either via email, instagram or in the mail).

poetry doesn't have to be exactly as how we have always seen it. read abd write and take it everywhere with you; the words don't belong to a single person, they are universe's masterpiece and we gotta make the most out of them.
till next time
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let me show you the ~artsy~ Karachi in this travel vlog

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