Project '3 x 10'' - Day 7: Faayarwarks.

'Cause baby you're FAAAAAAYARWARKS!!!
OH DAYUM. Did she really!? O-o
Make 'em go WHOA, WHOA, WHOA...
Gorging down cups and cups of the strawberry flavored frozen yogurt was my favorite past-time. Except for skyping with thee bitchiest person you could ever think of, obviously. We would talk endlessly forever about the most random things on Earth. We would rant about how badly life sucks. We would gossip about every single living creature on the planet. We would discuss matters when every next step we took seemed crucial, and grave.
And putting it down all right now, I feel like I'm running out of adjectives. I feel like this needs to be perfect, in one way or another. I owe a lot to her, a-fuckin'-alot. I've been a confused person since ever. It's wonderful having a person who could actually understand, and make sense out of the most nonsensical and bizarre things for you. Who'll tell you exactly where you fall short, and where you rule out everybody else. Who would be far beyond the cliched image of a typical great friend every person seem to have in his/her mind.
For a whole year, this would be the only person I was eager to talk to every single day. Even though I really couldn't. I remember skyping with her all day long, along with munching on flavored yogurts, chips, strawberries, PB&Js, string cheese, oranges, and probably everything that was available to me at hand. I could, and I would, go on and on about how amazing she had been, and still is. But I know that I'm either going to exaggerate it too much. Or I'll be left confused with thinking about proper words to put it in, like always.
It's her birthday today. I believe in fate. I believe God had me through enough sufferings and he wanted me to see how the bright side of life feels like. And that is why I know her today. Qaneeta. Thank you. Thank you for just, everything.
I wish I had better words to put it in.

Project '3 x 10' - Day 6: Not-so-pleasures.

It's when your own loved ones let you down, breaching your every single ray of hope, of trust and belief you were left with.

It's when you're the focal point of uninvited criticism that you have to deal with every second of your life, turning your existence into a mere joke.

It's when you have to say goodbyes, not having a single clue where if your fates will ever converge again.

It's when you're helpless, and devastated. And you try to come up with any reason you could think of to justify the question: Why, I exist?

It's when you haven't had a single bite of cheesecake for over years what it seems like. 

It's when hope and staying strong are only delicate words out of a fictional story, and the fear of the unknown and unexpected crushes you slowly.

It's when you try to put your thoughts in words. But you're too exhausted of emotions and the suffering, that you just sit there, tongue tied.

It's when you're too far away to actually 'be there' for them. And you just rely on the mystic forces controlling the being, and pray, that everything will be alright. 

It's when you're way too disarrayed regarding your life, looking for that one single direction to head towards.

It's when you strive to bring a change, but people throw sticks and stones at you because they’re too ignorant.

It’s when you know that money can’t buy happiness, and still you wish your parents were filthy rich.

It’s when you take a bite of mint chocolate ice-cream, and realize how it was the worst idea mankind ever came up with.

It’s when you look back at life and wish you hadn't wasted your time on things and people who didn’t deserve it, at any cost.

It’s when you dip your biscuit in the tea for too long, and it just disappears. Leaving you with a half biscuit and whole disappointment.

It’s these not-so-pleasures in life, which blow everything worthwhile.

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'3 x 10' - Day 1:Of cheesecake & awesomeness.

For some people having cheesecake might be a matter of life and death. For me, it's way more than that.
Maybe its about the soothing feeling when the creamy heavens brush against your pallet. Or maybe about the relatively hard crust when it crunches in your mouth; making water pour from the insides. Or maybe about experiencing both the orgasmic feelings at the same time. And you just go missing in the amazement a single bite of such a wonderful entity could produce, for infinity, and beyond.
I faintly remember having it for the first time. Strawberries sophisticatedly lying around, making it look like a scene from a black & white movie; like some inferior beings praising the wholesomeness in front of them. Glimmering from the light above, the scene in front of me was no dream. Rather a dream come true. How come I never knew a thing like that ever even existed. The perfectness and flawlwssness pouring out from every single molecule of the its existence.
The feeling took some time to set in. Like the consciousness being carried through every single blood vessel to every single cell of my body. With that single bite, a whole new world of craziness and awesomeness welcomes you. And the next second, it's gone. Gone as the creamy delight slowly fades into nothingness. And then you look forward to your next chance to suffer the roller coaster of buttery emotions all over again. Knowing that with every individual attempt, the awesomeness is vanishing away. So you try with your all might to overcome the lust. But in the end, your urge succeeds.
The scene is still the same; minus the velvety , off course. And you tell yourself: Mayyyn! that was thee best one ever! Just like you did a gazillion times when you had it before.
Those little things in life mean alot, sometimes.
And by the way, that was all about just a cheesecake. Believe me.

Word Count: 327.