Imagination, How Thinking Makes It So

Don't know if some of you remembered, but I was talking about something I read in Annabelle's textbook once, and I mentioned I'd summarize it here because I thought it was really interesting. DON'T WORRY THIS WILL NOT BE SOME NERDY BORING SCIENCE-Y STUFF. If you guys found all my Shakky talk somewhat interesting you'll find this somewhat interesting too.


In the book, The Brain that Changes Itself, there's a chapter on Imagination. This caught my attention because I consider myself somewhat of an outstanding imaginator (Err, yeah I realize that's not a word).

"One reason we can change our brains simply by imagining is that, from a neuroscientific point of view, imagining an act and doing it are not as different as they sound. When people close their eyes and visualize a simple object, such as the letter a, the primary visual cortex lights up, just as it would if the subjects were actually looking at the letter a. Brain scans show that in action and imagination many of the same parts of the brain are activated. That is why visualizing can improve performance."

Which means, all those lazy moments I spend in bed day dreaming and imagining and thinking wasn't so unproductive at all! (This is bad, I might actually just use this as an excuse to stay in bed all the time.)

Some studies that were done:
"Pascual-Leone taught two groups of people, who had never studied piano, a sequence of notes, showing them which fingers to move and letting them hear the notes as they were played. Then members of one group, the 'mental practice' group, sat in front of an electric piano keyboard, two hours a day, for five days, and imagined both playing the sequence and hearing it played. A second 'physical practice' group actually played the music two hours a day for five days. Both groups had their brains mapped before the experiment and each day during it, and afterward. Then both groups were asked to play the sequence, and a computer measured the accuracy of their performances.

He found that both groups learned to play the sequence, and both showed similar brain map changes. Remarkably, mental practice alone produced the same physical changes in the motor system as actually playing the piece. By the end of the fifth day, the changes in motor signals to the muscles were the same in both groups, and the imagining plays were as accurate as the actual players were on the third day."

Is this amazing or what? This reminds me of underprivilaged kids who can't afford certain things, like a keyboard/piano, but has the desire to be a great musician. If you only give them a picture of a keyboard and teach them to learn notes, they might just be able to become a great musician by just staring and imagining playing the piece.

Continuing with other studies that were done: (This is relevant to students)
"After a brief period of practice, as when we cram for a test, it is relatively easy to improve because we are likely strengthening existing synaptic connections. But we quickly forget what we've crammed - because these are easy-come, easy-go neuronal connections and are rapidly reversed. Maintaining improvement and making a skill permanent require the slow steady work that probably forms new connections. If a learner thinks he is making no cumulative progress, or feels his mind is 'like a sieve,' he needs to keep at the skill until he gets 'the Monday effect,' ..... the 'tortoises,' who seem slow to pick up a skill, may nevertheless learn it better than their 'hare' friends - the 'quick studies' who won't necessarily hold on to what they have learned without the sustained practice that solidifies learning."

This is proof that slow and steady does win the race.

Another Study:
"Consider the case of Rudiger Gamm, a young German man of normal intelligence who turned himself into a mathematical phenomenon, a human calculator. Though Gamm was not born with exceptional mathematical ability, he can now calculate the ninth power or the fifth root of numbers and solve such problems as 'What is 68 times 76?' in five seconds. Beginning at the age 20, Gamm, who worked in a bank, began doing four hours of computational practice a day. By the time he was twenty-six, he had become a calculating genius, able to make his living by performing on television. Investigators who examined him with a positron emission tomography brain scan while he was calculating found he was able to recruit five or more brain areas for calculating than 'normal people.' People like Gamm rely on long-term memory to help solve mathematical problems when others rely on short-term memory. Experts don't store the answers, but they do store key facts and strategies that help them get answers, and they have immediate access to them, as though they were short-term memory. This use of long term memory for problem solving is typical of experts in most fields, which takes about a decade of concentrated effort."

Can I say that Rudiger Gamm is now my hero? Not only does he make a living by doing MATH on TV (I LOL'ed a lot when I read that part) but he was an AVERAGE PERSON who turned himself into a calculating genius simply by practicing math four hours a day. And he started at the age of 20, not as a child, which really means that I'm not too old to accomplish something if I wanted. I've always considered myself too old to learn anything new.

When people, like me, say "I can't do math," it just means we refuse to learn or be dedicated. This applies for other things as well, like music, writing and school.

Note: I don't think this applies to everything, however. I really doubt that if I blog everyday I'll become an accomplished blogger, if anything I'll accomplish being narcissistic, since blogging is mostly talking about yourself.

There's another half to the chapter but I don't want to bore you guys too much. All I can say is: The brain is really amazing, it can never stop absorbing information, as long as you're dedicated enough to something. Which is why I've decided I'm going to be a math genius. Starting today, I will dedicate an hour to math. (After hot pot tonight at Duy's that is.)

I'm only half serious, but I do want to pick up a new skill. Yesterday I found this old song book that someone from Church gave me once, and on the front cover it had all the chords for the guitar. It was perfect because I've been playing (albeit very badly) all these old songs I use to sing in high school, it's really relaxing and good meditative sessions.

Me: I don't care if I play the guitar really badly because only God is listening.

Amy's Guitar: Twannggg, gugchleeee, pwickpwick ....

Chorus to one of the old songs:
That God is there for me tomorrow, as he is for me today;
That He'll take my cares and sorrow, And He'll wipe them all away;
There's no crisis that He can't bear,
There's no storm he can't abate;
He's my God, He's my God.

This was a good reminder that God is in charge of all things. Though I'm obsessing about certain thoughts concerning certain people, I shouldn't be. I should just leave everything up to Him and I don't need to put myself in the middle of it all.

You know I'd never never never ask you to changeee...

Today, for the first time in weeks, I was able to have a lot of 'me' time. Originally, I had reserved today to hang out with my grandparents, but I got ditched by them so I ended up with alone time.


I spent the day in bed. The truth is that I'm super lazy, I like to stay in bed as long as possible, just thinking and day dreaming until I get bed sores. (Not literally) In a lot of ways this is one of reasons why I always end up with crazy dreams. When I just lay in bed I drift from being fast asleep to awake.

Like today, I had this dream:
I dreamt that it was New Years Eve all over again, and we were at Clement's place for the countdown. This time, everyone was there, I remember vividly seeing Rebecca, Johnny and Hannah. (So random.) One thing led to another, and all the sudden I had this feeling that I had to get out of there. But before I could escape, Clement announces that we have to take down the recycling for him.

So in army like style, everyone is marching down endless corridors and stairs with piles of boxes in our hands to go to the basement where this giant recycling machine is. Clement is in the front with a whistle telling everyone where to go. Along the way, people stumble and fall and disappear.

When we finally get to the giant basement, it looks like a locker room. Everyone dumps their cardboard boxes in the giant recycling machine and someone announces it's lunch time. I still had that feeling of needing to get away from there, especially when I notice everyone flirting with each other. We all sit down around picnic type tables in the locker rooms and start eating. Then Jennifer comes out of nowhere and scolds us all for eating, since locker rooms are not places to have lunch in.

That's when I make my escape. I run out the back door and find myself in the dark, walking around. I walk around a park and suddenly realize that I'm headed towards Parliament. (Not the street, the building.) When I get there, it's already past midnight and the countdown has ended. I remember thinking how the party was and who was flirting with who, I also had this strange overwhelming feeling of being alone.

When I reach the Parliament, I find a giant pond shape pool and to my surprise, everyone is there in their bathing suits swimming in the pool with a bunch of ducks. No one realized that I was even gone, I just sat around watching everyone swim with a bunch of ducks refusing to join them.

Weird dream huh?
I can probably dissect this dream and come up with a weird psychological analysis of my state of mind. Like the fact that I dreamt of a giant recycling machine means I try to recycle every thing because I am worried about the environment, and the fact that I was left out of everyone flirting means I am afraid of not being able to respond wittily to people who flirt with me.

Anyway, so today, besides having this weird, disturbing dream, Vinay came over. Vinay is pretty much like family, he's the only one that's allowed to see me in my baggy over sized shirts, wet un-straightened hair, glasses and sweat pants. Even Amy Tang has never seen me in my true form. (This is what I look like when I am at home, I am usually pretty scary. I tie my hair in a giant bun on top of my head and prance around with baggy shirts that are ten times too big for me. I don't even know where I got these shirts, I have at least ten of them. In the winter, this fashionable outfit is topped off with baggy mens sweaters that I bought for myself.)

So today I was telling Vinay what I have been up to, after he laughed at me for falling while skating again, (refer to older posts, Vinay brutally pushed me while we were skating as a means of 'teaching' me to skate.) and I mentioned that we recently had a Lord of the Rings extended edition marathon.

Vinay: WHAT! And you didn't invite me?!?

Annabelle: Yeah, how could you not invite Vinay?! (Then as an after thought) And me too?!

Me: I didn't know you were fans of LOTR.

Vinay: Who's not a fan?!

Me: Uh, I'm not a fan.

Annabelle: Yeah, it's kind of boring.

Vinay was just upset he wasn't invited, but not so upset that he's going to cry over it. I told him he's invited to watch the last movie though, whenever that's going to be.

I really am not a fan of LOTR, after having been a dedicated Harry Potter fan for so many years. I'm not saying that HP is better than LOTR, it's just that there are a lot of overlapping themes and ideas that I'd rather not be a fan of both less I realize HP is lacking in some things. (This would be a very tragic day for me.)

What was the point of me mentioning Vinay again?!? I feel like I just missed a point . . .

Today I also practiced the guitar. Ever since Hannah's last guitar lesson on Dec. 29, I've surprisingly been practicing everyday. I don't mean to, the guitars just conveniently there, and I just pick it up thinking "I wonder if I can get my fingers to feel more numb than it already is?!" (My fingers on my left hand is numb. It's a really interesting feeling, it's like the time I the time when I had my wisdom teeth pulled out and my face was numb for a day.)

I think my obsession with the guitar will die soon because I have issues with strumming properly. One of the reasons I was so keen on learning the guitar in the first place was to show myself that I can do it, I don't really care for being a great talented musician. It's one of those things where I'm like "Well so and so can do it, even my little cousin can do it, I'm sure I can do it if I wanted to."

Ok, enough babbling from me. I feel like this post reveals too much of myself, I feel like you guys are all going to think I'm super w e i r d now.

Friend: You know, I have this friend named Ann and she's really weird because she's really lazy and she spends too much time in bed. And she like, gets these dreams about random people all the time, like she always dreams about guys and having crushes on them, but one time she dreamt about a giant recycling machine. And one time I was walking past her house and through the window I saw her prancing around in this baggy shirt and then she put this really ugly sweater on. Oh and her hair was a mess! It was in this huge, ugly bun! Then she took out this guitar and started singing and playing it really badly ... I feel really sorry for the guitar. What a weirdo. She also can't skate. Vinay didn't even push her that hard and she fell!! Man, I hope she never blogs about me ....

Am i part of the cure or am i part of the disease?

Before leaving for Church this morning, I realized that my parents don't know where I stand on my faith at all. I've always kept my life hidden and a secret from them, but I've always thought they would at least know a little bit about my Christian life.


I was late getting ready for Church this morning (with all the hair drying and straightening I do everyday, it's a wonder I'm sometimes on time) when my dad was like "Is it so much to just be early for once, or so much to dedicate a whole hour for God once a week?!?"

In my head I was like, "What! I dedicate hours each week to God!"

Although I'm fine with being on both sides of the Church split, it's kind of complicated. I was sitting beside Jean's mom today in the meeting and I thought, "Why couldn't my parents be more understanding like Jean's mom?" It'd make things a little bit simpler. (Jean's parents are super nice and cheerful.)

Ok, so I guess my point is that I can't believe my dad doesn't think I think much of my own faith when it constitutes most of who I am and what I do and who I hang around with. Maybe, and this is a far fetched thought, I should actually talk to my parents and let them know what's going on in my life?

Me: Hey, so I go to Light House every Friday, you know, that college meeting from the other side of the Church that you oppose so much of ...

Parent: WHAT!? That's it, we're shipping you off to the training!!

(This happened once. One time Annabelle and I came home from Ignite, this youth conference they have every year, and my dad was so furious that he shipped Annabelle off to the summer training in California. I got out of it because I had to work.)

On second thought, maybe I shouldn't tell them. But this backfires because it prevents me from going to conferences like Empower and all those summer conferences.

My dad was also giving me a hard time for not spending time with my family during New Years Eve. In my defense, I'm never there to count down for New Years Eve, but apparently it's a big deal that I'm never there. My Aunt actually asked me where I was today after Church. I was like "What, you actually noticed I wasn't there?!?"

Speaking of family gatherings, my mom posted pictures of our Christmas gathering on facebook and added her own commentary like: "Ann Ann has had dimples since she was a baby."

I was like ... Dude, you don't have to point out the indents on my face, I'm sure people will notice that themselves. On a side note: Is it weird that I forget I have dimples? They're very shallow so I don't even consider them real dimples.

Anyway, I think I'm just babbling now. (This will make up for those weeks of not blogging. And just to be forewarned, this part might get a little confusing.)

Tonight I was thinking:
Am I part of the cure or am I part of the disease? (Yes these are lyrics)

What I mean to say is, when I say things and investigate and follow my intuition and tell other people what I'm thinking, am I helping and being a benefit, or am I just spreading a disease that will slowly kill and destroy? (Hannah, Ariel and Tabsteroo should know what I'm talking about.)

This is why I'm stubborn and don't tell people some things that I may have noticed from a while ago or recently, it's because I don't know if it's going to benefit anyone in the end. I think in the end we can't know for sure. What may seem like a disease to me may be beneficial to someone else, and vise versa.

I go from moments where I think my intuition is wrong and that it's actually the other way around instead of the way I think it should be, to moments where I think my intuition is dead on.

.... ok I'm trying to talk in code and I'm confusing myself.
It's actually 3:37 in the morning instead of 11 something like the time says. Even though I stay up until 4 most of the time my mental alertness dies after 2.

!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY TANG!!!!!

THE STORY OF MY FRIENDSHIP WITH A.ME TANG:

It all happened on that fateful September day in grade 8, when across the asphalt from where I was standing I spotted this mousy, short, little girl with a huge Hello Kitty backpack and fringe bangs.

Amy Tang was the new kid, and I, having been there for 2 years, knew the ins and outs when it came to gossip at that school. The other girls quickly disapproved of the her and her backpack, but I secretly thought it was cool how she was indifferent to everyone else's opinions. (It was kind of like the time I bared my soul in class by giving a speech about hamsters and how cool and awesome they were, and it wasn't until after when someone said my speech was stupid that I realized being indifferent to other people's opinions would not get me any friends.)

A year later, in high school, Amy and I were stuck in the same French class. Being a shy introvert, I didn't have anyone else to talk to except Amy, the girl I had seen across the asphalt with the Hello Kitty backpack. We struck up conversation and soon we were paired for a project about stolen moldy blue cheese from a museum.

Our friendship was born. She invited me over to her house where her mom made us fried rice and I gave her a Hello Kitty purse that year. We wrote notes to each other between classes and stuck them in our lockers, hung out in the library after school, volunteered to gift wrap presents, made Facebook accounts at the same time and spent a surprisingly large amount of time watching MTV on Fridays. We went to concerts together, bars, karaoke, malls, trips to Center Island and was there for first break ups. We skipped prom, classes, and sleep.

She was always A.me and I was lemon.

Even though Amy never fully understood my love for Harry Potter and I never really understood some of her quirks, she and I remained good friends after high school. We continued going to Center Island together, and continued sharing mishaps and will continue to do so.

So before this starts to sound too cheesy, I will stop and say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY TANG!" once more. You are an awesome friend who has always been there for me.

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO AMY TANG B/C WE'VE BOTH WORKED HERE:

Today I was at work.

This customer was seriously annoying due to his cheap-ass-iness, he kept on complaining about the $3.00 handing fee. Frustrated, I decided to put him through the customer service so they can deal with him. I furiously dialed the number and waited for a ring.

Then I got this: "Hello Big Boy, are you ready for a fun, flirty conversation with girls who are -"

WHATTT

1) Why does the customer service phone number resemble a sex phone line
2) Why did it take me 2 1/2 years to realize this?

I slammed the phone before it could hear the rest of the suggestive greeting. Nat and I laughed about it for ten minutes straight afterwards.

Hello World.


I have half an hour to waste before I head out to karaoke with Amy Tang and other people so I thought I might as well blog.

The other week I gave this guy at work, who I sometimes talk to, my phone number. Ever since then he's been randomly texting me one word: "Hey."

Hey what? I usually don't respond because I don't know what 'Hey' entails, is it a conversational hey or a creepy hey ... It's somewhat awkward at work when I run into him, because I don't know if he's wondering why I ignored his 'Hey.'

So recently I've acquired a new skill: I've learned to skate. Admittedly, I suck, but I am getting better. I've been skating a couple of times now, and only fallen once because Vinay pushed me.

Before the winter break begun, Armin asked me to go skating with him. I reluctantly said yes because 1) I have problems saying no and 2) I couldn't skate. But since I somewhat learned thanks to Amy Tang and other people the other day (was it last Thursday? Can't remember, all the days are blurring into one) I went skating with Armin, my sister and Vinay this morning.

My sister planned the trip, which was why we were at Nathan Philips square at 10 a.m in the morning. Annabelle's a morning person, I'm not. She likes to do things in the morning, I don't. I like to stay up until 4 a.m. at night, she doesn't. But since it was her event, I got up early and went downtown with her.

It was freezing this morning, Armin, Annabelle and I chickened out and went straight to Tim Hortons instead of skating right away. Vinay met up with us there.

We were talking about something I read in Uncle John's Bathroom Reader: Apparently, it's a misconception that kids can pick up language easily because their brain has more plasticity, apparently your brain never looses it's plasticity so it shouldn't be a problem to pick up a language even at an older age. Of course, obviously there will be other factors that will hinder you.

So this got me thinking, if your brain never looses it's plasticity, (oh and this is a true fact by the way, since my sister confirmed it. She use to major in neuro science since she got tired of how disorganized the program was) that means you can pick up a skill at any time. For example: I've always considered myself tone deaf because 1) I have trouble playing instruments 2) I cannot sing, but I suppose it's just a matter of training your brain to do something.

There was this one test where they gathered a group of individuals who practiced on an actual piano and individuals who practiced on an imagined piano, and they found that the people who practiced on the imagined piano were able to play just as well. There's a whole chapter about it in Annabelle's textbook, maybe I'll summarize it later. It's pretty cool stuff.

Ok, half an hour over. Amy Tang and other people are here.

Merry Christmas!

I haven't been blogging lately because I've felt like I didn't need to blog about anything at all. I've been satisfying my need to narrate things by writing everything down in my diary though. I guess lately, everything I needed to say has been private and something I felt like I didn't need to share with anyone else.


So it's Christmas day today. I woke up, texted certain people and made waffles. My mom is currently in the kitchen cooking up a storm for tonight: The whole clan is gathering at my uncle's house where we're each going to exchange one gift to each other. (This year the clan decided to do a secret santa gift exchange type thing, this led to a many many many objections from a certain aunt who strongly believes we shouldn't even be getting together on Christmas day at all since we're not suppose to be celebrating this pagan holiday.)

But even though we don't celebrate Christmas, I feel like something would be missing if we didn't at least get together and see each other. I mean, we're family after all, isn't that important at least?

Last night, I came home from work and was surprised to see my grandparents over for dinner. They brought their hot pot set with them so my mom was busily running back and forth from T&T buying all the ingredients. Needless to say, we had a lot of meat and dumplings, topped off with peanut balls. We were going to watch Inception after dinner (Hot Pot and Inception, this seriously reminded me of Clement) but I told my mom that the grandparents probably wouldn't understand it, so we watched Salt instead. (Half way through the movie I passed out and fell asleep from peanut ball and meat overdose.)

Oh, and my coworkers were very generous this year. They gave me a TON of stuff. I'm going to wait tomorrow to buy them gifts. (I think I'll buy more smelly socks to give to them) Let's see, they got me:
-$10 gift card to Mc. Donalds
-$12 gift card to Tim Hortons
-$10 gift card to Sears
-A Burts Bees facial set (I loooovvveee Burts Bees)
-Lots and lots and lots of chocolate
-A gift bag that had blue nail polish (love), blue lip gloss, and a blue bow clip topped off with more chocolate from Natalie (Natalie is awesome)

I feel very blessed. One thing about me is that I like spending money on people and not so much on myself, so when people give me gifts I'm always like "Wow you must care a lot about me."

What else what else what else...
A couple of us were recently talking about 'Kate' and who Sunshine's Kate could possibly be, and since I just recently finished watching Escaflowne, I think I'll give my two cents on 'True Love.'

True love sucks and finding true love is the worst thing ever, especially when there's so many ifs and buts and not enough certainty. (Unless you have super intuition like Hannah, I guess) The thought of true love is such a sore t0 me at the moment. But is there such thing as a true love between friends? Sometimes I feel like my friends are so awesome that true love can wait for me, instead of me waiting for it.

Freeedom

Freedom is here! I slept for 12 hours today, woke up and stuffed my face with food. Today will be my unscheduled, relaxed, I'm-going-to-do-whatever-I-want-at-home day.


The past week and a half has been brutal. I will recount the horrid week and a half here:

Monday before last: Exam for one of my classes, which I spent the entire week before studying for.

Last Friday: Take home test due.
Tangent: The take home test was due at four in the afternoon. I get to the bus stop at 3:15 and ran into Armin, who was also going on campus. We talk and talk and talk, when all the sudden I realize that it's already 3:45 and the bus still hasn't arrived. (I HATE the 105 bus) Eventually it came and I ended up arriving at the office at 4:30 to hand it in, but the office closed at 4:00.
Panicking, I call someone in my class and ask where the professors office was. I get to her office (Btw the EAS department offices in Robarts library is like a freakin maze, it has two mini separate levels within one level.) and left my paper in her little box. I also emailed her my test so hopefully she received it!

Saturday: Work

Sunday: Work
Tangent: My manager was like, "Why do you look so down today?!?" I think the right question would have been: "Why do you look so tired?" But I guess my facial expression for down and tired is the same. It was because:

Monday: Two papers due and a test.
Tangent: Peter didn't finish editing my essay until 10 a.m. in the morning. So I had to rush and print it off on campus, then rushed to class to hand it in time. Then I spent the next five hours editing my next paper. I also met up with a friend and we crammed a bit for the exam.
Nooooo idea why my professor decided on making me suffer by having a paper and an exam ALL IN THE SAME CLASS. This is insanity.

Tuesday: Exam
Tangent: Brutality! My professor gave us an hour for the exam. I was like, "Ok I can do this." Then I get down to doing it and realized that we had to do three close readings for three random Shakespeare passages. Thankfully, I guessed them all right, but I doubt I did well on my close reading analysis.****

So that was my little personal hell. I tried my best not to post any complaints here, since no one likes to read complaints.

Ok that is all, I was going to write more but I think I'm going to drink tea instead.

****Edit, this is after I got back the test.
Guessed them all right?!? PSH.
I got the Queen and the Duchess mixed up in Richard II. Why? I don't know since they're completely different characters who represent different things.

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