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Now that you have successfully locked target, let's get the procedure rolling. Procedure Now that you are done with all the back-ground research stuff, here comes the actual field work: The Procedure. For simplicity, this can be broken down into further steps: 1) Shoo! First, you will need to clear the ground, or in lay-man terms, don’t let any other guy pick you up. Remember your mission. You are there to pick you Prince Charming up. If, before you get a chance to even talk to him, some other guy approaches you to try and pick you up, then that totally beats your purpose. You must stop him. You must rise above the force. You must break the stereotype. You must win. Remember. Remember… Alright, now that you remember, the next question is how to get him to go away? No, don’t even think about that! Bad idea! You can’t just tell a guy you are not interested! How absurd! Guys think ‘disinterest’ is a sign of ‘high-interest’, because gir...

Firstly, Athena is, as usual, helping me edit- by adding useless commentaries on an article with content as important as this one. They look like this. And they are not useless. I call them insightful . Do you start blushing whenever that cute guy from calculus class, Lex, who sits three desks diagonally away from you asks to borrow a pen from you? Does your heart beat get faster when your dentist removes his medical mask to reveal his highly symmetrical face, with cheekbones so sharp you might cut yourself on them? Do you worry about embarrassing yourself whenever you are dancing in a club with your guy and gal friends, knowing well that you have two left feet? Do you feel like your mind has gone blank, while you are in the middle of an exam that you started to prepare for on the way to the exam-hall, and co-incidentally the invigilator is smoking hot? Well; blushing, rapid heart-beats, worrying about embarrassing oneself, and mind going blank are all symptoms o...

Warning: Heavy content ahead. I repeat, heavy content ahead. Exercise CAUTION! Before I begin writing this article, I have a couple of questions for you. Do take a minute to think about them, and answer them, before proceeding with this blog. Who has been your inspiration? Who was your best teacher? Who do you look up to? The genre of these questions have always perturbed me and left my mind in a state of perplexity. When I was younger, I used to name either my parents or a celebrity or my current favorite teacher, when posed with this class of questions. If I am to make a guess, I am positive you might have followed the same path in answering them. To such questions, my responses have always been ever-changing and ever-evolving, depending on the current trends of my dynamic life. As I grew older, I gave more thought to these questions and after plenty of speculations and contemplations, I realized the superficiality and shallowness of these questions. To begin with, i...

He will always be that guy for me- partially because I am very bad at remembering names- and partially because he embodied virtues that contrasted mine. I am a hard worker (or at least I believe myself to be so), but one thing I definitely do not believe in, is fate. Although, the difference between fate and destiny has been very recently prepared, served, and explained to me by a dear friend of mine (or the only person who is able to tolerate my insanity for the past years). Anyway, maybe I am going to keep that topic for another day. This is about that guy. That carefree, happy-go-lucky, improvident guy . This is about how I met him, and how he evolved from a random guy shedding tears in a train, to that guy in my eyes. Side-note: My editor, aka Athena, feels that I have been using too many parentheses, so I will try to avoid them henceforth (to the best of my ability). I don’t usually travel by train to school. No, please do not think that I am one of those daddy’s princ...

I have been thinking about having a blog for about a good fifteen minutes now, and contemporary to every girl in the world with a best friend, I shared my desire to have my own creative medium to express my thoughts with her, seven minutes into the initiation of the idea, and on the eighth minute it was accepted, and thus, we both have been non-legally bonded for seven full minutes and are hereby starting our own blog. The usual ‘I am Lira… and I am Athena. And we are… the Hessenheffers’ introduction doesn't quite suit us, partly because we are not Hessenheffers, and partly because she has no idea where the quote is from, and hence I have been banned from using that as our introduction in this blog.  Yes, I agree, she did not have a childhood. But, oh well, I wouldn’t have a best friend if it wasn’t for her, so I guess we are equal. As I said, we are not legally bonded for this blog, and neither were we legally bonded in the last seven years. So it completely beats me, as to ...