Project '3x10' - Day 14: Pages from a wasted childhood.

   Owning a barren piece of land that stretches far into the horizon and all four directions is the best thing one could ever ask for. Well, not really. I had a hard time starting from the scratch honestly, especially at such a young age. All I acquired was a couple of hay bales and barely any tools to start off. Even though at times it did occur to me that I had better and far more productive things to do, but again, it was worth a shot. And the youth injecting your veins with passion, zeal and fervor. And most importantly, the boredom. Let's just not forget about the intolerably excruciating boredom.

   So I started plowing some inch by inch ridiculously minuscule pieces of land, and then sowed them with seeds ranging from soybeans, strawberries, spinach to baby corn, balloons and birthday cake plants; and even shaved ice, snow-woman, candy cane shrubs on Christmas, to some probably-poisonous-plant-whose-name-you-can't-even-pronounce on shit day. So the ultimate entrepreneurial farmer part came at this stage when I had to actually calculate how many of those ridiculous shit plants I had to grow for this virtual money that I won't actually ever have, also taking into consideration the amount of time they'd take to sprout and fully mature. Because, supposedly, they'd wither and die off if not harvested AY-ASS-AY-PEE. Horrifyingly ridiculous, if you ask me. So after a whole day of sowing, and watering and fertilizing, I had to keep an alarm nearby just so my virtual money doesn't get to waste, and wake up at 4 in the morning to harvest these things. And well, what do you know, you might have enough money to buy a bizarre decoration that is so small that you could shove it up your ass, pretty comfortably. 

   Oh and there's absolutely no concept of vacationing, just in case you were wondering. And the cycle continues. And hopefully, one day these painstakingly endless hours of working make you rich enough to buy a house that is again placed inside of your field, just so you know you won't get to see a happily ever after ending anytime sooner. And the list doesn't just end here, I was technically coerced, yes I used the word coerced, to get around my neighborhood taking care of their crops and tending to their animals. Now what sort of subversive humanitarianism that is. Hmph. 

   Periodically, you'd get these challenges that you were again, coerced to participate in. And as your experience as a professional augmented, you were rewarded with a disgusting title like Fancy farmer or Jolly Rancher. And were given, as a present, a couple of more creepy looking gnomes or alien cows. And all along the way, you technically had no command over your facial emotions and expressions. No matter how much of pain you might be enduring, you basically just smiled the whole day, or maybe it was a creepy-ish grin.

   Well that went all great with me for a couple of years, until I decided I had way more important stuff at pending than my virtual forget-me-not plants and chocolate cows.

   All thanks to Farmville. 

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.

'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.

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