“Remind me - how are we related?” “We shared a womb.” “No, that can’t be it.” “…are you still mad because I ate the last piece of pizza?” “Yes, unknown person I’ve never seen in my life who claims to be my sister.”
#100daysofproductivity & #100studytips STUDY TIPS ! STUDY TIPS !. Will try to continue with this for 100 days!! Let’s see anyway. Today’s tip ‘READ THE CONTENT BEFORE CLASS/LECTURE’. This is an absolutely amazing tip, and will most certainly make student life sooooo sooooo much more achievable, empowering and pleasant. Why would you do this? Here are some reasons:
1. If you write 20% of the time in class and listen 80%, you absorb more of the discussion is class and lectures. And you achieve this by reading the content first and taking notes before class.
2. You can collect teacher cues on what will be on the exam, simply because you are listening and looking at the teacher more, instead of writing all the time. Teachers are always giving hints without knowing it. So if they start repeating themselves like they have a memory issue, or start yelling info like they’ve lost the plot, you know it’s on the exam.
3. By reading the content before class, you already have some background knowledge about the topic. So anything in class will be processed and pushed into your long term memory more effectively.
4. You can ask intelligent questions in class which teachers and lecturers love (well, most of them), and you will look engaged, and be remembered at least. And, you will actually learn more.
5. Classes and lectures will make more sense. At least you will know what is going on, instead of being the cluelessness in the back.
6. By reading and preparing (i.e. doing notes before class), you are already prepared for the exam. No cramming for later!
7. You simply supplement your already written notes with any new info from class. Less stress.
8. Just by being prepared you are ready to kick some serious a.. ! and get those grades.
Hope this tip is helpful. It totally helped me masses.
Made on a #muji dotted notebook with #mildliners and #zebrasarasa pens
Hi! Can you write about how is life for Jumin and MC if they marriage is arranged? You can ignore if you don't wanna do. Thanks and I love your blog ❤️❤️
Hello! I’d be more than happy to do the request! I’m so happy to see you enjoy my blog, hun! Thank you and have a wonderful day! <3
“This is the man you will be marrying, Jumin Han.”
You stood in the corridor of your home, your breath becoming caught in your throat as you were introduced to your future husband.
Jumin and his father stood at the front of the door, your fiancee tense and quiet, staring at you with almost empty eyes, a tinge of something unreadable glimmering in his gaze.
You swallowed hard, stepping forward as you father ushered you closer, Jumin approaching you, reaching out a hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you MC.” Jumin stated, his grip hard as you returned the gesture.
“Why don’t the two of you get to know each other while Mr. Han and I discuss the details?”
You nodded, backing away slightly.
“Here, I’ll show you to the library. “
He nodded, Mr. Han giving you a small dip of his head as you departed, soon the only sounds being the clacking of your shoes against the wooden floors.
Soon, however, you opened the door to the library, books lining the walls in a mass, simple paintings and decoration dotting alongside.
“Go ahead and take a look around I guess,” You sat down just before the desk, sinking against the cushions.
“…Do you have any favorites?”
“Not really. I like some poetry and old stories.” You shrugged, your arms folding in your lap. “but I tend to read whatever I find.”
“You’ve had this room for a long time then…?”
“Since I was little.”
He nodded, pacing along the bookshelves, quietly, the silence deafening between you.
You had to say something.
“But I-um-I liked the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.”
“Orpheus and Eurydice?” He turned to look at you, his brow furrowed curiously. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard that story.”
He sat down across from you, leaning with interest, eyes oddly widened.
“Oh! You haven’t?” You frowned. “It’s a tragic love story.”
“I suppose that answers that question,” He answered. “I never quite connected with love stories.”
“I never quite saw love and I as concepts that fit,” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry I know that might seem rude given…our current circumstance.”
“Well…” You thought for a moment, grinning for a moment. “I think love is for everyone. It just doesn’t always come in the form we may think of it as. Or in the way we think of it to.”
And surprisingly enough, he smiled back, if only briefly.
But it was stunning all the same.
“So, what’s this story you like again?”
You snapped back to the old topic, memories of the tale flashing in your head.
“It’s the story of Orpheus and Eurydice!”
“What’s the plot?”
“It’s of Orpheus, an amazing musician known for his beautiful music that everyone who heard it loved. But even as much as they loved his music, he loved Eurydice ten times that, but she died.”
“She was bitten by a snake, and sent to the underworld.”
“Oh, so it’s of Greek mythology then?”
“It is! And since it’s the underworld, there’s Hades.”
“How does he play in exactly?”
“Orpheus goes to the underworld to find her when he plays his lyre no one is able to deny him anything he wants. And what he wants is for Eurydice to come back with him.”
“So that’s it isn’t it?”
“No, there’s a condition. Until they return to the world of the living Orpheus can’t look at her, or she’ll disappear. But he wanted to look at her and see her again so desperately that the moment he stepped into the light he looked at her. Before she left the cavern.”
“You don’t mean-”
“She disappears.” You sighed. “He tries to go back but the gods won’t allow it, and he’s forced to wander Thrace alone forever.”
“That sounds awfully depressing.”
“Sometimes love is.”
“Unfortunately.” He remarked. “But not always.”
You smirked, giving a small nod.
“You’re right. Not always.”
“Do you think this might have an optimistic chance?”
He stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket, his gaze murky and clouded with thought before reaching a hand out to you.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” You asked, your fingers intertwining with his.
He pulled you up, your feet stumbling awkwardly as you rose, nearly falling.
Jumin caught you before you collapsed, his arms hastily wrapping about your waist, pulling you close, not even inches apart.
Maybe he didn’t hear your heartbeat.
But it beat like a drum nonetheless.
Yet instead he answered your question, never entirely letting go of you.
“I don’t…” He murmured, his words now soft.
Yet as your heart nearly sank, he continued, cracking another wonderful smile.
A mind palace is to memory as Google is to the internet. You don’t search the internet through Google, you search for information through Googles massive index of the internet. If there isn’t something in the index then nothing but a runtime error code comes up. Imagine your memory as a bunch of tiny dots. There are millions of these tiny dots, but lets pretend there’s only 10. Now make connections between the dots that are associated to each other. Well anything could be associated to just about anything else if you think about it, and there’s so many ways in which things could be connected, you’d end up a huge writhing mass of lines rather than dots. Now try to find something specific and important in that cluster. Sure the connections may lead you to what you want, but they may also lead you in the opposite direction.
How does Google fix this problem? They send out spiders which find everything to do with your search, then each piece of data is criticised using a set of questions about the information. Half a second later you have a set of search results which best fit what you’re looking for. A mind palace can be the same way through training.
There is a large difference a regular brain and a catalogued brain. If you make and maintain a mind palace, you’ll be affecting the Hippocampus (the part of your brain which deals with both memory and spatial reasoning). Normally, memory would look like a large intuitive cluster of dots with unlimited connections. With a mind palace, however, it would look almost the same, except that large cluster would be a bunch of smaller clusters with a single connection going to the centre of each one. It would be organised and easy to navigate. Basically you’d be looking at a giant, intuitive, interactive table of contents of your memory.
For example, my mind palace, which is based on a system I created originating from computer coding languages ,basic mnemonic devices, and the Method of Loci, has four main clusters which further breaks down:
CONTACTS (People) LOCATIONS (Places) INVENTORY (Things) LIBRARY (Concepts and ideas)
Contacts breaks down into eight subgroups:
Locations breaks down into six subgroups:
North America (23)
South America (15)
Inventory is directly related to Locations so any items are organised by their location. Inventory has it’s own subgroups (such as environment, food, or office) but all possible subgroups completely depends on your Locations.
Library breaks down into my adapted version of the Dewey Decimal System. It’s in a palace based on many of my favourite libraries and book stores, which breaks down into thirteen floors, one for each subgroup:
A - Attic (Holds most important items and a log of recent actions throughout the entire palace. This is the brain, per se, of it).
9 - History and Geography
8 - Literature
7 - The Arts
6 - Applied Sciences
5 - Natural Sciences
4 - Maths
3 - Languages
2 - Social Sciences
1 - Philosophy and Religion
G - Ground (Holds general knowledge and logs of all actions that happen within floors 1 through 9).
B - Basement (Holding place out of the natural set of paths for information without a place to go yet).
L - Locked (Holds all locked sub-palaces that fall under the Library palace. Locked items are suppressed from both the conscious
and subconscious mind. If executed properly, you could virtually lock away entire sections of your memory of events and plan for them to surface at a specific time. I will talk all about locked palaces in its own post about how bad they are for you, how useful they are for passing interrogations, and how they are triggered by specific sequences of differing stimuli).
Mind palaces can be formatted in any way you like. You could make it look and feel like Tumblr if you like (which I will talk about when I make a post on Palace Platforms). There’s really no wrong way to do it as long as you follow the basic fundamentals which make it a mind palace by the technicalities of the definitions and origins.
I wanted to do something digital, but I also wanted to make sure I got something out today, so— Happy N7 Day, Mass Effect—thank you for 10 years of amazing adventures, wonderful characters, and two life changing stories. Shepard and Ryder mean the world to me and so does Mass Effect. <3
You're meant to sit with a straight back in a dressage saddle, not folded like you're in light seat, you're going to eventually encourage you're horse to move heavy on the forehand...
Penelope always wanted to be a trainer, but no one would ever take her seriously. To let out her frustration, she turned to Tumblr. She knew if she used anon, no one could see her less than stellar riding skills and critique her flaws. It was fool proof! “Who should I be today?” Penelope whispered as she dug her pointer finger into her nose and wiped her snot on her keyboard. “Ah, yes! Of course!” she snickered, clicking on “bridleful’s” blog. “Not only does she pay a trainer but her mom also rides!” Penelope exclaimed. “But my advice is much more qualified from my limited view. I’m basically the next George Morris.” Penelope Morris, it had a nice ring to it. Penelope smiled, she knew she’d be the next big thing even though she couldn’t post the trot yet. It would come in time, she had the mindset of a champion and her unwanted critiques would help her climb her way to the top.
“Don’t hate, appreciate” read the text above bridleful’s ask. “You know what?” Penelope thought, “I’m just going to outright ignore that. She obviously secretly wants me snotty advice!”. And so she began typing, cackling madly. A smile so big broke out on her face, so big that it bursted the masses of pimples that dotted her face. You see, Penelope never had time for persona hygiene because she was too busy worrying about others.
She typed. And she typed. She even used the wrong you’re! Because who needs English when you can critique other people’s problems and ignore your own.
She hit send. Then she smiled. She certainly showed this blogger who’s boss.