Symbolism

There are many definitions for symbolism, but the one I'm gonna talk about is symbolism in arts.
You can read more about symbolism in art on Wiki, of course, but that ruins the point of reading this blog post, no?

This blog post was inspired by art class today.
Of course, there are many types of symbolism; religious symbolism, political symbolism etc (haha took this out of Wiki 'cause I wanna act smart)

I find symbolism kinda creepy. Like, in some paintings - or in this case many paintings - there are pictures of skulls and death, and random objects like crows and eagles have some deep meaning into it.
I am clearly fascinated by this, yet extremely creeped out when I research stuff like this, or if someone tells me about it (as of Mr. Sathi, who is our art teacher).

What we learned today was symbolism in old paintings. Of course, nobody paints Jesus or some rich dude or some goddess anymore to sell for millions (unless if it's painted in gold or something) since we have a marvelous device called a camera. But, in the olden days, paintings were cool and if you were a painter you could be filthy rich or something. Symbolism still exists now though, in modern forms. Not paintings, but if I were to give an example... I would say maybe Lady Gaga's songs.

Lady Gaga's cool now, and so are her songs, but did you notice that her music videos are random? Random music videos usually have some meaning to it. In Lady Gaga's case, Bad Romance.

I've read this article, which is very popular now since it ranks first when you Google 'Lady Gaga Bad Romance meaning'. You can laugh at me for typing that in Google, but hey. I was curious and bored. I can't go on Facebook all day, I need my read-weird-articles moment. Everyone should read it, I think it's super cool and creepy at the same time. Oh, Lady Gaga. How she amazes me. And creeps me out at the same time.

One painting that we saw today was.. I forgot what it was called and by who, but I'll tell you what I can recall, since Google isn't exactly cooperating with me.

It was a picture of two men, French-looking (you know those funky olden Shakespeare-ish clothes with poofy pants) with intelligent-looking objects in a shelf in between them. I forgot what objects there was on the shelf, but I think it's something to show how smart they are. And at the bottom, there's this surfboard-looking thing. Apparently, if you look at the painting from one side with your head smooshed on the wall, you can see a skull. So if you look at the painting from the front and you know that it's a skull, it looks like a very skewered skull.

Mr. Sathi says something about Memento Mori, and I'm all OH HAY! It's Flyleaf's new album! OMG awesome!

... but it's actually about death and how we all are still mortals and we die anyway no matter how rich/poor you are.

How depressing. I liked the idea of Flyleaf's new album. But Flyleaf's songs are creepy in a way too, but okay whatever dfdsdfsdfsdg.

Skull represents death. That's shit scary you know. You're thinking, hey it's an innocent painting with two smart-looking men looking smart with smart things, and hey what's that? Is that a snowboard? A surfboard maybe?

And when someone tells you it's a skull, your mind is blown.

Here's an example:

First glance: O hay it's just a woman looking into a mirror/vanity that's nice.

Second glance: HOLY FUCKSHIT IT'S A SKULL. Mind blown.

And if you look closely.. That woman is staring into your soul.

In other words... symbolism is creepy. Especially if they're about death and doodads.

Hey, listen!

To people who still are reading this almost-dying blog, I have a Tumblr now! Wooo!

It's probably nicer to read, since there's pictures there. It's a daily-blog-ish blog, so I kinda microblog my daily stuff. This blog will still be updated (not as much), but this is for serious stuff like world peace or something. Obviously, this will be the boring, srs tiem blog, while Tumblr would be more casual + pictures. Okay? Okay.

www.janethelee.tumblr.com

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Is now officially kinda officially act-like-a-bimbo-and-strut-down-a-corridor day!

Geddit? 9/02/10? Beverly Hills Chihuahua 90210!?

If you don't geddit you got something wrong somewhere.

Speaking of bimbos..

Here are 3 bimbos that want to be on this post. *gets beaten up*

Also, pictures have at least something covering their faces because I don't want them to get stalked by pedophiles. See I'm such a caring friend! *hairflip*

First up, Bimbo number 1, Sabrina aka SNN.

This girl, my nerdpal, is also my hyper buddy. We laugh like nerds, and start giggling like mad, and share some retarded inside jokes. Really. Sometimes (actually most of the time) she laughs until her stomach hurts. Must go check with the doctor already!

We're weird. But that makes us awesome. *wink*

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Bimbo number 2; Sheryl aka Mien/Noodles.

Goes hyper when given the chance. Also a girly girl! But an awesome one.

She's madly in love (she's not lesbian lah she has a boyfriend but she's a #1 fansi) with Taylor Swift. Also my Photography buddy for events, and we belong in a group called I So Oh-some! Ok lame lah but it's funnier in real life I swear.

Finally, bimbo number 3, Vivian aka Dong.

HAHAHA I know it's mean to call her Dong. But she calls me a Dong too, so it's all fair. *winkwink*

My good crazy friend for like, I dunno, 7-8 years already. One year doesn't count because at that moment I was a no-life and didn't like to make friends. We went to KDU together, Tenby, then she's going to move to where I live; but then she's going to a different school, so that ends our follow-here-follow-there moment.

Besides bimbo day, Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year is coming up!

There's gonna be a week's holiday for CNY, and heck, I'm excited. I'm also going to gain a few pounds/kgs, due to the massive amounts of food my dad is going to cook. So it wouldn't be surprising if I became a pig over the holidays. Oink.

Oh, shit, then that means I'd probably be roasted and chopped up and become a huge piece of siew yok (roasted pork). 3 layers of fat, probably, and I'll give everyone colon cancer! I am so wonderful wtf.

Chinese New Year also falls on Valentine's Day. Ironic, because this is the year of the Tiger, and yanno, Tiger Woods? I don't think he'll be celebrating because he's in sex rehab. Poor ol' Tiger. His wife would probably send him a sex doll out of pity, but then he probably can't make use of it because his junk is constrained.

Wait, what the fuck am I talking about?

UHHHH omg I'm spazzing fsdfsdf

BACK TO THE TOPIC NOW.

Valentine's Day, same old. Probably going to stay at home and celebrate CNY, and eat junk food and chocolates. Or go collect angpows from rich aunties and uncles. Retrieve money from angpows = buy chocolates. Damn sad lah, but okay nevermind my cat, Louie, is my Valentine.

But I have to entertain him. Probably have to sayang him until he walks away, like he always does.

FML.

Here is the picture of him (taken in 2008. He is so much fatter now wtf)

Ok lah very lan si looking I know.

And I cannot feed him chocolate. He will probably die. Oh wait, that's dogs. Um, ok bimbo mode.

In other news, I actually drove a car, and learned how to reverse. With the supervision of my dad, of course! Me, Jane Lee, 14 and a half years old, driving a Myvi. Halfway through a Malay kampung. I was giggling the whole way because I was so hyper and nervous, wtf lol. I also didn't hit any poles/trees/people. I feel accomplished.

*accomplished*

Although the car is in Auto mode. Cheating one.

Credits to Sabrina, Sheryl, Soung Xin, and Vivian for inspiration for this blog post. Thanks, ladies!

So, here I am.

Watching the Grammy's, blogging, thinking of what to type.

So, don't get your hopes up; I didn't get the student council position. I'm not complaining either, I'm just glad I tried. *grins like a 'tard*

Chinese New Year is coming up. Angpows are being packed, decorations are being put up.

I'm not buddhist though, or any other religion, I'm a freethinker-slash-atheist. Well, they're technically both the same, but okay lah whatever. I don't really believe in anything; if I die, I'll just die. Just see where I'll go. Or maybe.. reincarnate. *dooooom*

My mom is a supposed buddhist, while my dad's a supposed catholic.

But both of them ended up being atheists. My dad's baptized, but he never really bothered to church. My brother.. he's catholic too, I guess. I think he's baptized. LOL DON'T ASK ME IDK. But I dunno him lah, he doesn't really mention church anymore.

My mom.. well, I'm not so sure about her religious background, but she just tells me that she's an atheist.

My dad did go to church for the first few decades of his life, but after that.. I guess he just didn't bother anymore.

Just like me. Only I wasn't baptized though.

I tried going to Sunday School/church when I was 10 years old.

Still antisocial, so uh, never made any friends, got lazy, discontinued church.

I know it wasn't a good thing to quit Sunday School, yanno - something to believe in, but I just.. didn't bother. So much fail amirite.

And now, my mom is trying to become a catholic. Guess she just wants something to believe in now.

Heck, she even bought a small Mother Mary statuette to put at our house.

To be honest, I think she's going a little bonkers on the head; but I'm kinda proud of her too, wanting to just believe in something, because she really needs something to look up to.

In this case, Mother Mary. Surprisingly, my mom became a better person bit by bit.

She's becoming holy. Holy mom. Holy mama.

I don't know about my dad. He's still.. my dad. Nothing changed. Or maybe his temper did become better after that statuette was placed..

But we still celebrate Chinese New Year.

We're such a religiously rojak family wtf.