muddy weather

Finding the best study places! There are a lot of places you can find yourself studying haha. Here are a few of my favourites :)

  • Empty classroom - somehow these are rare to find when you need them, in fact you usually spend more time searching. And they usually aren’t available for more than an hour or two.
  • Your faculty’s computer lab - my go-to study place is the optometry computer lab. It’s really nice having a place specifically for optometry students. It’s occasionally taken up by a class, but it’s got aircon, great chairs, big monitors and has a lot more hours where it’s completely empty ^__^
  • Another faculty’s study area - yup, crashing business school for those office-level-over-9000 chairs.
  • Obviously, at the library - best when you’re by yourself, difficult when in pairs or groups unless you rent out a study room. Try not to study on those beanbags - they usually just make you fall asleep - and think of the drool! D:
  • On the lawn - subject to windy weather, muddy pants and stray caterpillars. I’m a vampire and have a phobia of bugs so I usually don’t sit outside unless I have to ^^”
  • Numerous benches and chairs - I sits where I fits. 

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흐리다: To be cloudy, overcast 

This is a very interesting word. When referring to:

  • Air, water, or material, the definition is closer to “to be unclear,” “impure,” “turbid,” or “muddy.”
  • Sky, or weather it means “to be cloudy,” or “overcast” like the definition above.
  • Sound, or voice, it means “to be dull,” or “to be unclear.”
  • Consciousness, it means “to be dim,” or “confused.”
  • Mind, or spirit, it means “to be impure,” or “turbid.”

Hello, it’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on university life! This will be a multi-part series that hopefully will give a unique insight, since I can go on and on about university, and I love giving advice and helping others :)


PART 4: EXTRA-CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES AND WHAT TO DO OUTSIDE CLASS

Probably one of the best things about university depending on who you ask. Uni is the time for creating long lasting impressions on your resume and networking for the future. Everything that you do outside class has a very direct effect on your future career, so get moving, even if you personally hate the stuff.

Everything goes on the AHEGS, which stands for the Australian Higher Education Graduation Statement. It’s supplementary to the testamur that you get for completing your degree, and can really make you stand out, especially if you have a lot of club leadership activities! 

Be passionate about something, anything! :) Uni has such a great variety of societies and clubs that you are sure to find something that interests you. Anywhere from the quaint Tea and Coffee Society to something more niche like PonySoc (for lovers of My Little Pony). A word of caution though: It is better to stay involved in one club for your whole degree than involved in several smaller ones for one or two years. I definitely loved my time as an executive member of Giving Sight, since it was something I was passionate about :)


Try to bring your own food to save money since there are usually quite a few easy-to-access microwaves on campus. Campus food is really expensive, like one of those rectangular disposable boxes of fried rice is $10, those Chinese takeaway boxes with the little handle was $9. That’s like $50 a week. And homemade food you can make to your own tastes and is often healthier!

Finding the best study places! There are a lot of places you can find yourself studying hahaha. Here are a few of my favourites :)

  • Empty classroom - somehow these are rare to find when you need them, in fact you usually spend more time searching. And they usually aren’t available for more than an hour or two.
  • Your faculty’s computer lab - my go-to study place is the optometry computer lab. It’s really nice having a place specifically for optometry students. It’s occasionally taken up by a class, but it’s got aircon, great chairs, big monitors and has a lot more hours where it’s completely empty ^__^
  • Another faculty’s study area - yup, crashing business school for those office-level-over-9000 chairs.
  • Obviously, at the library - best when you’re by yourself, difficult when in pairs or groups unless you rent out a study room. Try not to study on those beanbags - they usually just make you fall asleep - and think of the drool! D:
  • On the lawn - subject to windy weather, muddy pants and stray caterpillars. I’m a vampire and have a phobia of bugs so I usually don’t sit outside unless I have to.
  • Numerous benches and chairs - I sits where I fits.

Find a hobby. Some degrees in uni really do give you the luxury of time, and not any time, but time during the day. Honestly the rare days I get off are just amazing in terms of being able to be at home during the hours of the day. There are so many things you might find yourself doing once you’ve done your study for the day :)


Get a part time job or internship that is related to your area of study on your days off. When I was in high school I didn’t have any part time jobs because I kept thinking that I didn’t have enough time to simultaneously sacrifice weekends and achieve good grades. As a recommendation from a senior, I decided to get a part-time job in dispensing since it gives you an advantage over people who don’t have any work experience. Once you have your foot in the proverbial door, opportunities are easier to come by. 

Improve your skill sets and get career advice by going to career expos. Look up job listings that you’re targeting and identify key skills that you don’t have. Ask the careers advisor for tips on your resume, interviews and landing your dream job. Identify exactly what it is that you want to be doing once you graduate, down to the job title. I’m sure there are many students out there who just know that B Science can land them some lab jobs, but they’re not sure what else. 

Once you know the key skills, do readings on them, take relevant courses, see the topics they teach to see if they have textbooks, read them to get a grasp on the content. Make sure you commit to what you decide to learn; employers can easily spot when somebody just learnt basic C++ for an job. Whatever you study, do it properly - no “learn java in 2 hours!” courses, no “business analytics in 2 days!” courses. It might sound difficult, but these are core skills and it’s to demonstrate your interest in a job opportunity or career; you can say that you want a job, but it’s much better to show you want it. 


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@viiribus ;;

 “Torvald!”
       Bellows the Dwarf Lord,

          using all the might of his arms to pull himself up onto a muddy
          ledge. The weather had rendered the mountainside treacherous,
          yet Thorin ventures on. He cares not if his shouts attract the
          attention of foes, for Thorin seeks something precious. The
          dwarfling had not been seen in days, though Thorin is sure he
          is not far behind him. Thorin has found shreds of cloth, found
          child-sized boot prints, followed the scent of campfire, all clues
          leading him deep into the cave. 

          Thorin is dripping rain and panting as he delves deeper into the
          cave, his way lit by a lone torch. He hears the thrumming of
          drums beneath him, and he knows he must find the child soon.
          He searches for what seems like hours, travelling the long paths
          within, when he hears the sound of footsteps ahead of him. The
          Durin’s pace quickens,gaze sharpened as he searches every
          crevice of the cave. 

      “Torvald!”

ilwinsgarden replied to your post: Look here, people… This is the first evening in a…

I like grey, foggy, rainy, muddy, windy, cold weather side of the autumn too not just sunny days with colourful leaves those are just cherry on the top :). And I’m almost always cold too but I still hate summer. I’m not trying to convince just what you say here sound out a bit one-sided if I could say it like that. Anyway - sorry to hear that you have cold. Get better soon! (and good luck surviving dark days that are to come! :) )

Thanks :)
And really, it was not meant to be too grumpy or angry sounding… but I know it is one-sided. I just favour the spring and summer. And I quite wonder you like even the “greyish” side of autumn (and winter?), but I believe it is possible, definitely :) 

Embrace the Cuff

I’ll admit it—up until I moved to New England for University, I had never really worn cuffs on my trousers. Even the lone pair of forward pleated trousers in my closet had plain bottoms (to facilitate easy alterations and accommodate my changing height during my teenage years).  I had always liked the idea of cuffs but was never brave enough to sport them on my flat front trousers. Yet, seeing photographs of Ivy League college students in the 1950s and ‘60s sporting cuffs on their slim, flat-front khakis and grey flannels was a reassuring sight.  I recall GQ “endorsing” cuffs on trousers back when I was in middle school, and from then on, every editorial featured a model in tight-fitting, low-rise pants finished with a deep cuff that ended above the ankle. Additionally, during my visit, I noticed that the guys at Sid Mashburn are large proponents of cuffing their plain front trousers, with nearly every employee who wasn’t wearing jeans sporting the look. Although traditionally a sartorial “no-no”, anchoring down non-pleated trousers with a substantial cuff gives the pant a clean line in addition to attracting attention to the wearer’s footwear.

I can recall one instance that further solidified my appreciation of a good trouser cuff. When I walked into J. Press on Madison Avenue (when it still existed, RIP) around the age of seventeen and saw the tortoise-bespectacled salesman clad in a tweed jacket and cuffed, high-rise khakis, I knew that was the look I wanted. It was traditional, yet stylish. Moreover, I always stress timelessness in one’s manner of dress, so the key is to wear your cuffed trousers like you would any other plain bottom pair. As far as cuff size goes, I’m a firm believer in the “go big or go home” school of thought. Cuffs should be at the very least 1 3/8” inches deep. Why even bother with any less? In my opinion, the sweet spot is right at 1.5” or 1 ¾”. Some guys go for more at 2”, but it’s simply a matter of personal preference. Disregard what people say about shorter guys needing smaller cuffs and vice versa with tall gents.

 For a bit of historical background: the trouser cuff, or turn-up as the Brits say, has its origins at the tail end of the 19th century, with Edward VII of England boldly having his tailor create a sartorial invention to prevent the bottoms of his trousers from getting muddied in foul weather. English gentlemen concerned with soiling the floors of their grandiose country estates after trudging through mire along with city-dwellers alike rapidly adopted the style. By the early 20th century, almost no trouser bottom went by un-cuffed. At traditional institutions like Brooks Brothers, J. Press, The Andover Shop, and Paul Stuart, the cuffed, no-break flat front trouser has been a standard since the 1950s—the latter two, however, being more progressive and English-inspired, tended to embrace the British trait of the forward pleat with their cuffed trousers. For most of the 20th century, Brooks Brothers’ best-seller, the rather shapeless No. 1 sack suit, was standardly equipped with flat front trousers and a generous cuff.

 Whereas in previous decades, flat front, cuffed trousers transcended geographic location, these days there seems to be a regional divide. In my time spent between New England and the region south of the Mason-Dixon line, I’ve noticed that the South restricts cuffs on trousers solely to those with pleats. Upon my arrival back down South from my first semester of college, I chatted with my sartorially adroit former guidance counselor. A UVA man and a Brooks Brothers devotee from birth, he had finally retired the habit of wearing reverse-pleated trousers (rather thankfully). When I suggested that he try putting cuffs on his flat front trousers, he replied, “I’ve already stopped wearing pleats, and I draw the line at restricting cuffs to pleated trousers.” Much to my chagrin, I observed that this was the opinion of most men in the South. However, in the Northeast (specifically New England) cuffs are embraced on trousers of all varieties. Furthermore, it should be noted that pants with a higher rise (i.e. sitting at the natural waist) look best with cuffs. They provide that leg-lengthening look that flatters the more vertically challenged or average height folks like yours truly.

 When contemplating fabric choices, a cuff weighs thicker cloths like tweed, corduroy, or flannel down beautifully, but they’re just as at home on seersucker, khaki, tropical wool, linen, madras, and a wide variety of others.

 Do yourself a favor and get your tailor to put some cuffs on your pants with no trouser break. Whatever you do, don’t roll them up.


(images via leffot, Sid Mashburn, Social Primer, and oxfordclothbuttondown)

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Write a fic where Ouma and Amami break up but then get back together after a little while.

I took inspiration from this lil post that made my laugh by @mysterious-matcha . So naturally, I twisted that funny post and now we have this break-up fic! 030!!! Huzzah! :V

Do Good By You

Amami yawned, entering the cafeteria with a sleepy smile and a dazed look in his eyes. He had spent the night before helping Ouma clean out the dirt and mud from his snow-white clothes, a task that took forever to do. Ouma had fallen asleep while cleaning, which left Amami to begrudgingly finish the rest of the work. Not that he minded, he supposed, but, it would’ve been easier if he was awake. “Morning.” Amami greeted his fellow classmates, who all gave their own sleepy morning greetings. Amami sat next to Ouma, who was finishing up his cereal. “Feels like I slept forever! What’d I miss?” He asked the boy.

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This is where you fall, this is when you get up, this where it all begins.

This was never going to be a fun trip, exactly. But Clarke didn’t think she’d be quite literally down in the dirt. And yet here she is, her new suede boots sinking ankle-deep into mud, wondering what the hell she was thinking when she decided this was the best way to uphold her Dad’s legacy.

But of course, she wasn’t thinking much at all when she suggested checking out her Dad’s more adventurous investments during the last board meeting – she was acting impulsively, out of anger and irritation and possibly misplaced protectiveness. It’s been six months since Jake Griffin, founder and CEO of Griffin Incorporated, died of a heart attack, and already it seems all his decisions, all his plans and ideas, are up for debate.

And so, after the board of directors spent the better part of an afternoon trying to undo everything Jake has done with the company over the past two decades, they moved on to his slim portfolio of small, harmless passion projects with the clear goal of ruthlessly cutting them off, and that’s when Clarke exploded and snapped that she’d look at the businesses herself.

Which has brought her here, to Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana, with a rented car that she can’t drive properly and clothes that are altogether unsuitable for the wet weather and muddy ground, getting increasingly desperate about this whole pointless endeavour.

It has, at some point, seemed to make so much sense to do this. She needed a break from the city anyway; from running into Lexa in the elevator every other day and functioning only after downing a cocktail of pills and having conversations with her mom that barely extend past questions about the weather and their schedules. Travelling around the country to check up on all the strange investments her Dad made in recent years seemed like a good plan, at the time.

Jake Griffin was never reckless with his investments, but he did always love an underdog. So, apart from the shiny portfolio full of sensible, profitable investments, there was a folder hidden away on his computer with the small amounts he invested on the down-low: in quirky internet start-ups and independent movie production companies, hotels off the beaten track and tiny companies that produce food so healthy and sustainable it’s basically impossible to make a profit off. Those projects weren’t losing the company money, or at least not significant amounts of it, but they weren’t going to make a fortune either. They were his passion projects, Clarke knows, the ones his heart was really in, and maybe seeking them all out is her attempt to reconnect with her Dad, of finally getting a handle on her grief.

So far, she’s not sure how well she is accomplishing that goal. The people she visited before coming here – two start-ups and one health food company, all in the LA area – were all perfectly nice, eager to continue the partnership, but they hadn’t really known her Dad. Apart from one or two short visits, their contact had mostly consisted in Jake transferring money and the companies sending reports.

Her hopes have been higher for the last place, a cattle ranch far, far off the beaten track that her father sometimes talked about. According to the info she’s got, they produce organic meat at exorbitantly unprofitable rates, and it’s pretty clear that, without her Dad’s help, they would have gone under long ago. Clearly, there’s something he saw in that company, and Clarke has been getting more and more excited to see it on the long drive here.

So far, it’s not exactly living up to expectations. As she stumbles towards the dingy little door in front of her, her skepticism grows with every second. Clarke clearly can’t see what her Dad must have seen here. There’s a low wooden building to her right that looks like stables and a squat log house ahead, its tiny windows blind with dust and its scratched door spattered with mud and looking like it’s about to fall off its hinges.

Really, at this point Clarke is hoping she got the address wrong. This place not only looks far from thriving, it looks like she may never make it out again once she sets foot inside. What the hell kind of person is this Bellamy Blake, who, according to her documents, owns the farm?

But she’s here now and she’s not giving up, not when she drove hundreds of miles because the nearest airport isn’t actually that near. Determinedly wading on, Clarke makes it to the house, but just as she ’s lifted a hand to knock, the wooden door swings open with a creak to reveal a brunette woman about her own age, who spots her and promptly starts yelling.

“Bell! Jake’s person is here.” It takes Clarke a moment to understand that the woman isn’t actually yelling at her but at someone inside the house.

“I’m his daughter, actually…”, Clarke tries to interject but is shouted down.

“And she looks kinda scared, probably because your house looks like a serial killer lives here.” Clarke can’t say she disagrees with that judgment.

Finally, the woman seems to be done shouting for the moment and actually addresses Clarke, at a normal volume this time.

“I keep telling him to move the driveway so that people approach the house from the front. It’s much more impressive. But it’s like he doesn’t actually want anyone to come here, ever.”

“That’s ‘cause I don’t.”

A second voice joins the young woman’s from the depths of the house, dark and male and decidedly grumpy.

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So I went to warped tour on July 18th in the humid and muddy weather. I went in thinking I would be fun for the entire day. I walked around and I got a ticket for the Asking Alexandria signing, but I couldn’t go. I felt like I was having the worst luck for the signings and meetings. I was about to get a wristband for the Pierce the Veil Selfie Booth, but they ran out. It sucked that I couldn’t meet anyone then I met up with my friends at the warped youtubers tent and waited in line. Bryan complimented me on my shirt that I cut up and I took a snapchat video with Damon it was amazing. After a couple of hours my friend and I were walking around before the NeverShoutNever set. I told her I’d meet up with her, but I started feeling really light headed and dizzy. I tried to relax a bit but it wasn’t enough. I went to the medical tent and sat there for a while. When I thought I was better it was the complete opposite. I saw Pierce the Veil coming back into the venue and I said hi to Vic.

After a while I decided I couldn’t keep feeling like this so I got in an ambulance and went to the hospital. I was diagnosed with dehydration and heat exhaustion. They gave me an IV to put fluids back into my system and I was starting to feel better. My friend’s dad picked me up and we went to the mall that was across the street from the venue. When I walked in I saw this guy and I thought to myself “there’s a Vic Fuentes look alike here, he must’ve been at warped” when I got a better view it was actually Vic Fuentes. My friend’s dad told me to go up to him and I did. We talked for a bit and I apologized for missing his set, but he said he remembered me from the medical tent and hoped that I felt better. My luck turn around after the hospital and I’m so happy that I met one of my heroes.