I want to blog. And I am not feeling particularly poetic or wordy or thoughtful or anything on those lines. So. It is tag time!

Trillian tagged me almost an era ago. I am slow, I know. But I made it. And here it is.

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Shattered. Shocked. Scarred. I would cry my eyes out initially. And then do my be-strong-and-move-on act. Yes, the make-believe one.

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
This is a tough one. I have so many of them. You know that. My pick right now - to have hair like Priyanka Chopra. I know, a very bimbotic pick. But what can I do. She does have gorgeous hair. All those curls and locks. Omg.

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
No one I can think of really. But if you insist, my boss perhaps?

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Travel the world. Own a heavenly home. Indulge in retail therapy. And here is the smart bit. Invest. I wish I could be half this smart in reality.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
I don't know. I have never done this, so I can't really say. Though I think I'd like the lover and the best friend to be separate. Variety.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?

Being loved by someone you love.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
Forever. Not. Not unless you are like God himself. I am a very impatient person generally.

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?

Drop hints all around, in an imaginary circle, and then wait and watch. Like a sly wolf waiting for his prey.

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
Child labour.

10. What takes you down the fastest?
Broken dreams. Down down down.

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
In that heavenly home of mine. Being a kick-ass mom.

12. What’s your fear?
Creepy crawlies. Seriously.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
A funky cool chica.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Single and rich. No. I can't survive on love alone.

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
Wonder if I am late again.

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
I'll toss a coin. Lol. No. The one I love more. The one that feels more real.

17. Would you give all in a relationship?

For sure. It's all or nothing baby.

18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
Forgive, maybe. Depends on my love for the person. Forget, probably never. You can't erase out memory, right?

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
In a relationship. It's not always rainbows and butterflies. But still.

20. List of 6 people to tag:
Preeti
J
Shoe Girl
Che
Deewana
Still

So long.

This post is being made under the influence of alcohol. Therefore, it may have more information than I would want to be out here. However, I do promise that I will not edit any of it off. I know you guys deserve a bit of gossip. After all the whining, especially.

So.

I am thinking about the time you and me were at the club and we were at two different ends of the club. Me with my friends. You with your friends. And you kept looking at me. From right across the floor. Every twenty seconds, literally. A friend's friend asked me if you were my guy. I was like yeah and asked him how he knew. He said he could tell.

I am thinking about the time you circled nothings on my back while I was sitting on the bar stool right in front of the bar stool you were on. And you whispered silly stuff into my ears. And all the mushy details that I will refrain from going into. And then you asked me, outside, to show you my feet. I still wonder why. I need to ask you that the next time I see you. Why.

I am thinking about the time you kissed me when we met that night. And then, right in the next moment, you said Strawberry Daiquiri. I said Singapore Sling. I thought that was sexy. Really sexy. And up on the top floor, I waited for you at the bar. Next to me was this fhirang lady, who I helped grab a drink. And you joined me. The fhirang lady told you, "Don't you ever dare let go of her!" You didn't listen to her, did you.

I am thinking about the time I came back from home with all this baggage on my shoulders and my back and my mind. We met after almost a month. And you took me in your arms, holding me there for what felt like forever. I was glad I had you to hold me then. I really needed someone to hold me.

I am thinking about the time you called me up in the morning hours. You never do that. And I felt extra loved. And then you broke up with me that very afternoon. I don't know what you were thinking. But I know you had your reasons. Reasons which you could have phrased in a better way. No one likes surprises. The bad ones. Shocks.

I am thinking about the time when we met after six months. When you called me and I sorta forced you into meeting up. And we were there. At this place where we hardly knew people. Only a few of them. And the chemistry. Oh my holy fcuking lord, the chemistry that was flowing between us. It was insane. I remember us both trying to hide it underneath all the chilled out talk. But it was surfacing up and over again and again and again.

I am thinking about the time you said we have no future. I know you were right. I know you are right. We do not have a future. Though I liked that you said it in that way. It was like you wished so hard that we had that future but we didn't. I still love you, you know. Yeah you do. Not in the lovey-dovey way, but I do love you. As a person. And I hope we can make it through all the chemistry and some day be the bestest of friends. You're the kinda friends I want to have. And I am the kind of friend you want to have. So give it a go boy. I know you can make it happen.

This was the ex. Not THE ex. The rebound guy ex. I know what you must be thinking. If this is what was with the rebound guy, was she literally in heaven with THE guy? Well, the news is that the rebound guy is getting married this week. And I don't know what to feel. I am happy for him, yes I am. I would have never married him anyway. He was more fling material, you know what I mean. But I did like him. So I don't know what exactly to feel. Especially after knowing that all the chemistry and the attraction and the blah blah is still alive. Yes, till date. We're gonna work on it. We have agreed.

Whatever. Let's talk about THE guy. THE guy is now happy. In his life, where he was unhappy and he found me and we became happy and then I realized he had to be happy in his own life and not mine, and I left him. Yes. THE guy that I left. THE guy that I have moaned about all through this blog. He is happy. Good for him. I am happy that he is happy. Isn't that what I wanted anyway. For him to find his happiness in his own sweet life. Then why am I wondering? Makes me wonder.

By the way. Have you noticed that I am generally happy for everyone around me?

I haven't liked a guy in a long long time. Liked in that way. You know, the passionate, firey, makes-you-go-weak-in-the-knees way. Liked beyond general liking. Liked so much so that thoughts of him can fill up all the gaps in my every day thought process. Liked enough to want to spend more and more and more time with him. Liked such that I can feel butterflies popping in my stomach when he is around.

I am starting to get worried about myself. No, the dreamy lift guy does not count. He was a one minute thing. And I never saw him again. Had I seen him and had we had a sex-in-the-city sorta ask-me-out-in-the-lift moment, there could have been a chance I would not be worrying right now. But it did not happen. And I am worrying. So what is the problem? Am I turning gay? Are my standards too high? Have I been looking too horrible lately? Is the wall too high to let anyone peek in? Fine, the wall doesn't count. You need to know your way over and through it. And it's not rocket science, trust me.

I miss the i-like-that-guy feeling. I mean I have eye candys and all that. But someone more real than that. Aaaaaa. I feel sorry for this blog. All it gets is my rambling and ranting. Poor blog.