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#optomstudies here with a post about university studying! I’ve been reading many study tips masterposts in the community, but some of these won’t work that well for university. So here are 3 tips for adapting to uni study!

Loose leaf? Notebook? Neither! (but if you must choose between the two, I recommend hole-punched loose leaf - easy to file :D) There is just no time, especially once you get to your higher years, that you will be able to write paper notes especially considering the level of detail that you are required to learn things to get good marks. 

When I was studying therapeutics, lectures were more like an essay crammed into 60-80 ppt slides! Using 10pt Calibri, 1.15 spacing, custom 1cm margins - I still had 12 pages for a 2 hour lecture (see below)

Two lectures / week, for 12 weeks! Although this was the most-content heavy subject, my other courses were still way too time consuming to write notes for. Sadly, you can’t summarise much, because MCQs pick at details.  

As for laptops, cheap netbooks are only ~$300, but I’d recommend these really great student laptops

And yet, you have to wonder why #studyblr doesn’t have more digital notes? Isn’t every studyblr the owner of a computer as a tumblr user? I’m trying to encourage everyone to feel more confident about posting their digital notes as part of the “#studyblrs get real” tag (see here), so if you have some great typed study notes, please tag me with #optomstudies and I’ll be happy to reblog you!

Read through your lecture slides so that you have a basic grasp of the topic before classes. If you have any readings assigned, do them too. This means that you’ll

  • go in knowing what concepts you need clarified
  • revise one more time (remember the forgetting curve?)
  • be much better placed to answer questions and participate in class discussions (get those participation marks!! ;))
  • find it easier to follow along with much more complicated topics than you’ve experienced in high school!
  • remember a lot more of the topic when you come back to revise later on!

Yes, I know, studyblr blasphemy right? But this is what you do when strapped for time. Particularly with biological/chemical sciences, lecturers will have basically summarised what you need to know on the slides. 

Before your lectures, read through the slides (should take about 30 minutes for a 2 hour lecture) and mark/circle anything you don’t understand - then when you get to the lecture, jot down a clarification in your own words based on the professor’s explanation. Eventually, you’ll find that you have studied the topic well enough to not need your own footnotes. 

It takes a little experience to know which professors have slides you can study off (tip: it’s usually the ones where you don’t have to write down much) but it’s totally worth the time you save!


Hope this has been an informative post about the differences between university and high school studying! Please follow me for weekly study tips, study pics and now kpop vocab lists!


MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS

WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES

SEE ALSO My Tips This Past Month - It’s too long to list everything, see all original posts here and my study tips directory (web)

 + my cute stationery + my spreads!

OneNote digital bullet journal x planner masterpost

So, before this university year started I realized that Passion Planner and my last year simple and mini bullet-journal don’t meet my requirements, so I needed something new. I love watching others bullet journals and planners, which are colourful and creative, and nice-looking. But I just don’t find it convenient, logical and useful - to spend so much money and time on a notebook (just my opinion, guys, relax). Like…what for?

AND THEN I’VE SEEN THE LIGHT e.g. HAD AN IDEA TO CREATE A DIGITAL BULLET JOURNAL.

This way you can save money and spend less time. And you can see it whenever you want. And don’t carry additional weight with you (which, if you’re like me and have lots of heavy stuff with you every day, is a real pro)

I’m using a netbook and usually carry it around with me to work on + I’ve got all books for classes there (and we’ve lots of those), so my choice landed on OneNote app. I think many of you are used to see it only as a note-taking app, for Cornwell’s system for example, but, in fact, it has so many great options to act as a planner or a journal, that I was AMAZED not to find anyone using it this way.

But enough talking, let’s see how it looks in practice!

Here you can see different sections/tabs and pages of a chosen tab. I use them for my everyday needs, like mood diary and recovery challenge; checking my students progresses, tasks and what we’ve learned; the tab for my coursework contains a calendar, research plan, some info and notes; and notebook is for my french philology when I need to work with pdf files and highlight something in the text or write over it. Anyways, the one that interests us is bullet journal.

·         This is how my month of October looks like. I have a small calendar on the top left and the description of important/highlighted dates below it. Then, opposing calendar, there are my monthly goals. In the center there are books I need and want to read, tv series/movies/anime I plan to watch. And a bunch of pics to add the colour. (Pay attention to the to-do squares and keep them in mind, we’ll come back to them later!)

·         This is how first week of October looked like. Pretty simple and minimalistic. I mostly tracked what I need to do on a certain day and some chores. And it was the week when I decided to differentiate symbols.

·         My tags are pretty simple and I don’t always use them all, mostly first 12 (well, I use almost all of them, whatever), but it’s nice knowing I’ll have from what to choose if I ever need to.



·         Then there’s food log for each week. Pretty simple and on a A5 page size. (fasting was due to the loss of the appetite for 4 days because of my depression)

·         And monthly habit tracker. As you can see, I failed the drawing one completely. I may change them from time to time, though sport, self-care (or skin care), planning and water trackers are always with me. I love keeping them colour-coded.

So, this is how I use OneNote. I’m still using my Passion Planner and some phone apps to keep on track. I hope you’ve found this post useful and enjoyed the walkthrough my digital bullet journal. If you decide to create your own, tag me. I’d love to see them!

Handphone dan Kaabah

SYEIKH Nuruddin Albanjari dalam sebuah ceramahnya pernah memberi soalan kepada para jamaahnya.

“Kenapa tidak ada seorang pun pemain bola sepak yang membawa handphone mereka masuk padang ketika bertanding?” Jamaah terdiam, tidak ada satu pun yang menjawab. Kemudian Syeikh melanjutkan.

“Sebab tidak ada kepentingan. Mereka hanya perlu fokus pada permainan mereka. ”

Jadi kenapa kita perlu membawa handphone ketika masuk ke rumah Allah atau Masjid? Adakah padang bola itu lebih mulia daripada masjid? Adakah bermain bola itu perlu lebih fokus atau khusyuk daripada solat?

Mulai sekarang, belajarlah. Belajarlah untuk tidak menyibukkan diri dengan handphone, netbook, dan laptop dalam rumah Allah, kerana tiada urusan yang lebih penting daripada urusan kita dengan Allah.

“Jaga adab kita dengan Allah.”

Syeikh Abdurrahman assudais, Imam Mesjidil Haram, di suatu masa ketika mengimamkan solat di depan Kaabah, beliau mendengar suara alunan muzik dari salah satu handphone milik seorang jemaah yang turut bersolat dibelakangnya.

Setelah selesai solat beliau bangkit sambil menangis, ia berkata kepada jamaah solat,

“Saya belum pernah mendengar muzik di rumah saya, tetapi hari ini saya mendengar muzik di rumah Allah”.

tuve tres parálisis de sueño casi al hilo. dormí dos horas. mi teléfono se rompió a la madrugada y me enteré recién cuando me levanté porque nunca sonó el despertador. no quise desayunar antes de salir entonces discutí con Madre al respecto de mi mala alimentación. llegué tarde a mi primer sesión de terapia. salí y pisé mierda. volví a casa al mediodía y estuve hasta las 3 p.m. peleándome con mi vieja otra vez porque no quería almorzar pero ella estaba convencida de que yo tenía que alimentarme. comí dos panes con queso de mala gana mientras me ponía las zapatillas y aguantaba el llanto porque tenía que irme a cursar y ya era tarde. vomité en el bondi a dos paradas de donde me tenía que bajar después de cuarenta nauseabundos minutos sentada escuchando la misma canción en repeat sin poder prestarle atención. llegué tarde a clase y no me fumé ni un pucho antes de entrar porque tenía tanta ansiedad que la taquicardia me hacía doler fuerte el pecho. 

entre la última oración y mi situación actual hay cuatro (¿cinco?) horas en medio durante las cuales estuve escuchando música y mirando el techo sin moverme. lo más relevante fue que me arranqué una cascarita del tamaño de una tapita de botella de agua y sin querer me manché toda la manga izquierda del buzo con sangre.

mi vida es una sitcom tan patética que no tiene ni risas grabadas.

Cutting hours for Loss Prevention personnel is generally a bad idea.

I used to work in loss prevention for a regional chain of electronics stores. Let’s call it Shit Store. My job was basically to patrol the store in plain clothes and detain someone if I caught them trying to steal. I’ve worked private security before so this was a pretty nice gig.

Shit Store’s corporate policy, for reasons I cannot quite comprehend, mandated a weekly quota of shoplifter apprehensions, which we called “stops.” We needed to have at least 3 stops a week. Usually we had about 10, just shy of 2 per day, and obviously most of the stops involved expensive electronics. We paid our own salaries many times over and saved the company an astronomical amount of money.

Until one week. Saturday rolled around (our schedule weeks ran Sunday-Saturday) and all loss prevention personnel were called into the office. There were four of us. The store manager told us that only two stops had been made for the week, so we had not met our quota. He contacted corporate and they told him to give all loss prevention personnel the entire next week off to save on costs. An extra cashier would be scheduled to stand by the door as a deterrent. (I later learned that other stores were implementing this policy in order to phase out plain clothes LP altogether.)

As you can imagine, a week of no pay did not exactly go over well with us. It was particularly bad timing for me. My rent was due, my dog had some vet bills, and my nephew’s birthday was coming up. I, and all of my co-workers, did everything to fight this. We talked about how we usually met our quota many times over, How we paid our own salaries with all the stops we did, how much money we had saved the company, how laughably ineffective an untrained cashier standing by the door would be… but it all fell on deaf ears. By the end of it the manager was clearly flustered but insisted that we just stay home the next week. “Think of it like a vacation,” he said. We all had paid time off available but of course he said that we couldn’t use it. “It’s about cutting losses for the company,” he said.

Cutting losses, oh dear. If only he knew the shit I was about to pull…

We all went home feeling pissed and wronged. But before I even set foot in my door, I had the vague beginnings of a plan for vengeance.

The Revenge

Now, I had a few friends, or I guess acquaintances, who were a bit shady. They were generally straight-laced, but they themselves had friends who were even shadier. Dealers, addicts, and even a few gang members if the rumors were true. They usually hung out in one of three parks in the city limits, so after blowing off some steam at home, I began to make my rounds.

The conversation with each group followed a pretty set pattern: I would say hi but look a little pissed, they would ask how I was doing, I’d say something like “Not too good I guess, Shit Store just gave the entire loss prevention team the week off to save money! I’m gonna miss out on an entire paycheck!” A few would probe a bit and I would verify that, yes, anyone could walk into the store and take shit without having to worry about an undercover LP watching them.

I knew that my plan was beginning to take hold when someone I hadn’t talked to posted on Facebook asking if it was true that Shit Store had no loss prevention this week. Word gets around fast. All I had to do now was head to the store, grab a 30 pk of beer, and slowly drink the week away while shit went down.

People lost their fucking minds. A shit load of product went missing every day, and not just little things– people were apparently walking out with giant flat screen TVs and refusing to stop for the lowly cashier by the door (that usually wasn’t paying attention anyway). Tablets, laptops, netbooks, and consoles vanished into thin air. Several cell phones from the display case even went missing.

I would not hear about this till later, though. All I know is that on Wednesday, hardly halfway through my unpaid week off, I got a call from work. I let it go to voicemail and couldn’t help but crack a smile when I listened to it. It was the store manager asking me to come in and work a full shift because of “problems they’d been having.” You could almost hear the desperation in his voice. I knew my little scheme had worked. But sadly, I chose not to respond or come in for work that day. Even if I wanted to, I was pretty deep into a 6-pack at the time.

I got another call the following day, which this time I answered. Gee boss, I’m so sorry but I’m actually eight hours away at the beach right now. I thought going out of town would be a good idea since you said to treat this like a vacation. (Actually I was still in my PJ’s, drinking coffee and watching Breaking Bad.)

The following day I did not get a phone call. Shit Store had bused LP personnel in from other stores and had a police officer stand by the door. I’m sure the police department was happy to oblige, I can only imagine how many calls they got from Shit Store over the past week.

When I went back after my week off was up, there were two new policies that were tacked right on to the bulletin board: at least one LP associate must be on the floor from open to close, and the quota was changed from # of stops per week to amount of money saved in a month, a much more flexible and reasonable quota that the four of us would have no problem meeting. Well, three of us actually, one of my fellow LP’s made use of their week off by getting a new job, and good for them.

I never did learn the hard numbers on how much money hemorrhaged out of that store. I do know that it was in the six-figure range.

I thought about getting a new job myself, but it didn’t prove to be necessary. I guess a company that cuts all LP’s for a week must have deeper financial problems, because the whole chain folded two months later. I then got to spend my days drinking beer, watching Netflix, and getting paid unemployment for it. I ended up landing a new job with a private security firm that paid much better.

I ran into my shadier acquaintances showing off their new iPads a few days after this mess. I think I know how they got them.

Selling to further fund my ceremony.

Anyone interested in buying:

- Amazon edition bright green/black 3ds XL. It’s sold out, the top shell has minor scratch indents from a keychain, and the joystick has minor scuffing from my bird. Screen protectors have been on it since day 1. 200 USD. Free s+h.

- Netbook from 2007? will need to check specs. HP. Still works great, I even used it to play league of legends a few years back. It’s a perfect mini laptop to carry around. asking 60usd, 15 for s+h.

- laptop from 2010? will need to check specs. HP. Decent laptop, keyboard and screen are kind of a mess though but easy to clean if you have time. asking 125usd, 15 for s+h.

will include pictures to those interested, just message me or email me at xthemudang at gmail.

the STOC

birthday fic for my netbooks’ favourite godmom <3

happy birthday, sweets

“Bruce, look at this,” Jane says, frowning at the charts suspended in the air in front of her.

These readings don’t make any sense. She flicks through them with light gestures, but they don’t change.

“What have you got?” Bruce eases up beside her, sliding his hands into his pockets where she knows he keeps twists of paper and other assorted small objects he uses to help let off steam in a controlled manner.

“Is there an anomaly?” Tony calls from the corner. “Is there an anomaly, just like I said there’d be?”

“Shh!” Jane chastises. “No talking from the science time out corner!”

Keep reading

Late Night Thoughts

I guess technically I’ve already missed posting anything for “Thursday” - it’s already nearly 1am on Friday morning. I’m playing the age-old game of “staying up late to avoid tomorrow” - or rather, that’s what I would like you to think. The reality is far more mundane - I’m waiting on two computers to finish running updates.

I wiped my old netbook and desktop computer earlier. I put Windows 7 back on them, and the old version of Microsoft Office I’ve had kicking around for years. Windows 10 is very lovely, but on seven year old hardware it kind of sucks ass. This isn’t all a ruse to get Second Life running faster, honest. While installing Windows on the desktop machine, I stumbled upon some marketing idiocy from Microsoft that I had forgotten all about. Did you know that Windows artificially limits the amount of memory it will use in a computer based on the version of Windows you bought? Windows 7 Starter is limited to using 2Gb of RAM. The next version up can use 4Gb, and the next after that 8Gb. It’s insanity.

Changing subject violently, I watched a good movie tonight - a silly romantic comedy with John Cusack and Diane Lane called “Must Love Dogs” (or something similar - I forget now). People always seem surprised when I admit that I love that kind of movie. You’ve Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, Serendipity, Forrest Gump… anything with a good story really. I’ve never quite understood the “Guy Flick” versus “Chick Flick” thing - and I’ve never understood people that pre-judge things. I guess that’s a part of the reason I read so many of the classic books years ago - to find out what they were like for myself. Anna Karenina is awesome by the way.

I’ve never managed to read Moby Dick - not for want of trying. I’ve probably started reading it four or five times over the years.

Anyway. It’s now 1am. I really should try and get some sleep.

oatspice  asked:

Would you mind compiling a list of most, not if all, of the custom content showcased in this post? /post/150323031139/aaand-some-more-workspaces - I hope it's not too much to ask.

Here ya go :)

1. Desk, 2. Sewing Machine, 3. Macbook, 4. Desk lamp, 5. Magazine, 6. Coffee Cup, 7. Painting, 8. Plant, 9. Makeup, 10. Cards on string, 11. Earphones, 12. Wall Clip, 13. Wall Clip, 14. Painting, 15. Wall Paper, 16. Wall deco, 17. Wall Paper, 18. Polaroids

1. Desk, 2. Chair, 3. Macbook, 4. Jewel Box, 5. Gingerbread House, 6. Big Candle, 7. Fir Branches, 8. Candles, 9. Pine Cone, 10. String of Lights

1. Desk, 2. Netbook, 3. Umbrella Stand, 4. Box with pics, 5. Desk Lamp, 6. Wall Shelf, 7. Branches in glass, 8.  Painting, 9. Pencil Cup, 10. Globe, 11. Leaning Painting, 12. Wall deco

1. Desk, 2. Desk, 3. Turntable, 4. Macbook, 5. Starbucks Cup, 6. Desk Lamp, 7. Fish Skeleton, 8. Calendar, 9. Wall Hanging, 10. Plant, 11. Alarm Clock, 12. Pencil Mug

Cutting hours for Loss Prevention personnel is generally a bad idea

I used to work in loss prevention for a regional chain of electronics stores. Let’s call it Shit Store. My job was basically to patrol the store in plain clothes and detain someone if I caught them trying to steal. I’ve worked private security before so this was a pretty nice gig.

Shit Store’s corporate policy, for reasons I cannot quite comprehend, mandated a weekly quota of shoplifter apprehensions, which we called “stops.” We needed to have at least 3 stops a week. Usually we had about 10, just shy of 2 per day, and obviously most of the stops involved expensive electronics. We paid our own salaries many times over and saved the company an astronomical amount of money.

Until one week. Saturday rolled around (our schedule weeks ran Sunday-Saturday) and all loss prevention personnel were called into the office. There were four of us. The store manager told us that only two stops had been made for the week, so we had not met our quota. He contacted corporate and they told him to give all loss prevention personnel the entire next week off to save on costs. An extra cashier would be scheduled to stand by the door as a deterrent. (I later learned that other stores were implementing this policy in order to phase out plain clothes LP altogether.)

As you can imagine, a week of no pay did not exactly go over well with us. It was particularly bad timing for me. My rent was due, my dog had some vet bills, and my nephew’s birthday was coming up. I, and all of my co-workers, did everything to fight this. We talked about how we usually met our quota many times over, How we paid our own salaries with all the stops we did, how much money we had saved the company, how laughably ineffective an untrained cashier standing by the door would be… but it all fell on deaf ears. By the end of it the manager was clearly flustered but insisted that we just stay home the next week. “Think of it like a vacation,” he said. We all had paid time off available but of course he said that we couldn’t use it. “It’s about cutting losses for the company,” he said.

Cutting losses, oh dear. If only he knew the shit I was about to pull…

We all went home feeling pissed and wronged. But before I even set foot in my door, I had the vague beginnings of a plan for vengeance.

The Revenge

Now, I had a few friends, or I guess acquaintances, who were a bit shady. They were generally straight-laced, but they themselves had friends who were even shadier. Dealers, addicts, and even a few gang members if the rumors were true. They usually hung out in one of three parks in the city limits, so after blowing off some steam at home, I began to make my rounds.

The conversation with each group followed a pretty set pattern: I would say hi but look a little pissed, they would ask how I was doing, I’d say something like “Not too good I guess, Shit Store just gave the entire loss prevention team the week off to save money! I’m gonna miss out on an entire paycheck!” A few would probe a bit and I would verify that, yes, anyone could walk into the store and take shit without having to worry about an undercover LP watching them.

I knew that my plan was beginning to take hold when someone I hadn’t talked to posted on Facebook asking if it was true that Shit Store had no loss prevention this week. Word gets around fast. All I had to do now was head to the store, grab a 30 pk of beer, and slowly drink the week away while shit went down.

People lost their fucking minds. A shit load of product went missing every day, and not just little things– people were apparently walking out with giant flat screen TVs and refusing to stop for the lowly cashier by the door (that usually wasn’t paying attention anyway). Tablets, laptops, netbooks, and consoles vanished into thin air. Several cell phones from the display case even went missing.

I would not hear about this till later, though. All I know is that on Wednesday, hardly halfway through my unpaid week off, I got a call from work. I let it go to voicemail and couldn’t help but crack a smile when I listened to it. It was the store manager asking me to come in and work a full shift because of “problems they’d been having.” You could almost hear the desperation in his voice. I knew my little scheme had worked. But sadly, I chose not to respond or come in for work that day. Even if I wanted to, I was pretty deep into a 6-pack at the time.

I got another call the following day, which this time I answered. Gee boss, I’m so sorry but I’m actually eight hours away at the beach right now. I thought going out of town would be a good idea since you said to treat this like a vacation. (Actually I was still in my PJ’s, drinking coffee and watching Breaking Bad.)

The following day I did not get a phone call. Shit Store had bused LP personnel in from other stores and had a police officer stand by the door. I’m sure the police department was happy to oblige, I can only imagine how many calls they got from Shit Store over the past week.

When I went back after my week off was up, there were two new policies that were tacked right on to the bulletin board: at least one LP associate must be on the floor from open to close, and the quota was changed from # of stops per week to amount of money saved in a month, a much more flexible and reasonable quota that the four of us would have no problem meeting. Well, three of us actually, one of my fellow LP’s made use of their week off by getting a new job, and good for them.

I never did learn the hard numbers on how much money hemorrhaged out of that store. I do know that it was in the six-figure range.

I thought about getting a new job myself, but it didn’t prove to be necessary. I guess a company that cuts all LP’s for a week must have deeper financial problems, because the whole chain folded two months later. I then got to spend my days drinking beer, watching Netflix, and getting paid unemployment for it. I ended up landing a new job with a private security firm that paid much better.

I ran into my shadier acquaintances showing off their new iPads a few days after this mess. I think I know how they got them.

TL;DR You cut the hours for all LP personnel, I let the shadiest people in town hear about it.

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capturedean’s graphic challenge [round 2] 

mirthfulcas vs. truedean

prompt: free at last