To Stephers,

"Mere humans don't have what it takes;when they die, their projects die with them.Instead, get help from the God of Jacob,put your hope in GOD and know real blessing!GOD made sky and soil,sea and all the fish in it.He always does what he says--"Psalm 146:4-6

"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all." -Dale Carnegie

"The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." -Deuteronomy 31:8

It all too easy for me to say "Hey it's okay to fail. Just keep trying your best," because I understand how much work you must have to go through every day (what was it.... discrete, chem and.. crap. something yucky for all I know.. I don't understand you left brainers... Art is therapeutic, a way of expressing one self. It is a way to vent. We're not left contorted in prisons of molecular biology or theories in physics. We are free to experiment with different mediums till we are satisfied with one. okay.. I'm going off.. sorry. ;)). When you stood there today with tears in your eyes, I felt a sense of helplessness because what can I do or say to comfort you? I cannot relieve you from your burdens and kind words seem to ricochet on walls into nothing..
I know you feel frustrated, trying and in your efforts, to get what you want, but falling out of reach (high marks or whatever). And I think besides the quotes above this one really really helped me:
"Icy chills round your heart. A heart that's made of stone. It seems like life is out to get you, to destroy what you want. I know that, that you blame me for all that you go through. It could be, so different if you would just let it go. You're all alone, running out of ways to hold on to hope and it always slips away. You're all alone but you don't have to pretend to cope. There is a brighter way...If you would change your perspective, you'd see that it is true. Life is not always what you want. Sometimes it's hard to bear. I'd be with you, and help you in all that you go through. I love you, let Me change your heart by coming in"
Yeah this came from a song from Kutless called "All Alone" and it has really helped me when I've been through my own little frustrations and whatnots. :) Running away from your problems, or shall we say 'jumping' from them would be only a temporary solution.
A certain teacher (whom you deem as being 'racist' lol.), once told us failing in something does not mean you're a failure in life. What you get in discrete: 20, 40, 60, 90... Does not depict who you are as a person. You are not the 48 you got in physics. If our worth was equated to how well we did in school....... Well I guess a ton of Chinese people would be priceless *cough* and for those who don't do well.... sorry, you're losers in life. I mean how sad would that be? Your entire self worth compacted into a two digit number. Marks are not everything. Your talents may lie elsewhere and not in physics, or science or math. You could have immense compassion, kindness, understanding for others... those are talents too. Society just does not glorify those things. All it cares about is how far you climb on the corporate ladder and how much money you make. After all they say the guy with the most toys wins in the end. But really, misers die miserable.
Achievements do not define a person. Who you become out of your failures is more important.
In the scheme of life, ten years from now, you won't remember what you got on that chem quiz... you won't remember you got that super 90% on that assignment. You'll get to where you want to be. I'm sure of it.
I am all for crying. :) Don't get me wrong, I think it's best to relieve yourself through your emotions. I mean you'll live longer because of it. Cry all you want then get back up. Remember? Dare you to move??? "dare you to move... dare you to move.. dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor...."
Lastly, no one looks down upon you because you're not getting the grades you want. You are not anything less after failing. Look around you.... you have your lovely Raps crew to help you up, your loving family..... and BESIDES!!! We have a game this Wednesday! Oh yeah! HAHA! You gotta look forward to that! Imagine, Yao Ming, Vince, T Mac (finally I get to see him in action)... Bosh... who else? OH YEAH! Your guy.. whatshisface... Rafer Alston? ;). No worries, one look at their rippling muscles, all problems disappear. I am kidding. You know what I mean.
So! Get up, brush the dirt off your denim and keep walking. And just to end if off... I know you like lyrical quotes. Here's your beloved overplayed GC:
"Hold on...if you feel like letting go. Hold on...it gets better than you know"
And if that doesn't work, go listen to Hilary Duff. ;)
Oh darn.. I just remembered.. you don't read blogs! PFFT... Sam is pathetic. Cheers. Kudos to you kid. ;)
-SamSam

This is our world. Our homogenous culture. Where no one wins save corporate companies selling us hope in bottles and powders. Where we want instant gratification hence the large masses going to cosmetic surgeons in seek of happiness in larger breasts and thinner thighs. This is our world.
"The world will hate you," He had said, "Because it hated Me first."
Everyone was born different and we are different.. until media skews our perception and we all allow ourselves to be molded and manipulated to become slaves to the consumer society(how I despise that word. It's too overly used).
When I first read that verse.. that if you take up your cross and follow Him.... that the world would hate you because they hated Him first, it really scared me. Am I going to be a loner, a loser in society? Do not love the things of this world He said.
How can you not get suckered into this narrow minded culture? Oh yeah, what happened to accepting everyone when we still believe that thin and tall is beautiful? "Yes we're a very tolerant society but only if you're 5'10", blonde hair, beautiful and unblemished complexion and weigh 110 pounds". Score, go gingerbread society! Let's all be the same because, obviously, we'll be happy. Trying so hard to become different while conforming.
God where are you? Why have we turned into such a Me-Me-Me society? Have we lost our soul amongst our credit cards and shopping sprees? (hey someone put those last two lines in a song.. they rhyme and go manipulate people into buying it.) Sigh this is so depressing... I should go and work on scrapbook now... cuz obviously I need to get into university, get a job, retire and then die. Yay!

You're worth so much it'll never be enough to see what you have to give.
How beautiful you are yet seem so far from everything
You're wanting to be, you're wanting to be

Tears falling down again
Tears falling down

You fall to your knees
You beg, you plead
Can I be somebody else
For all the times I hate myself?
Your failures devour your heart
In every hour, you're drowning in your imperfection

You mean so much
That heaven would touch the face of humankind for you
How special you are
Revel in your day
You're fearfully and wonderfully made
Tears falling down again
Come let the healing begin

You're worth so much
So easily crushed
Wanna be like everyone else
No one escapes
Every breath we take dealing with our own skeletons, skeletons.
-Imperfection, Skillet

My remedy, my feelings all summed up into this one song. My eyes are so heavily lidded from disappointment. I feel so crushed that I've let people down-above all, myself. Thanks Grace for your call (even though you had physics midterm due at 7) and Dorothy for your kindness and encouragement. You made me smile again. And just talking to you guys made me feel a whole lot better and you're a constant reminder of those who've stood by me even though I haven't been the best of a friend. Kudos to you guys. Now pull yourself together and lift yourself from the dust. Live for this moment. What's passed is now gone.

Painting my purse... does the image of a naked woman offend you? The exposed thigh, the bare breast, parted lips... Why would it offend you? Weren't we originally created without clothing? We were not babies with pre-made linen diapers or fig leaves. Would you turn my bag over to hide the unshameful Judith with a head in her grasp? Really get a grip, it's a painted figure... naked. We see a ton of those in the Renaissance times... Nude paintings/drawings are beautiful. They glorify the beauty and the intricacy within each body and point out how each of us differs from the other. It's sheer poetry. One can get inspired from seeing a certain pose in life drawing class.. whatever.. no one would understand.

HAHA.. I am listening to 'Rumours' by Lindsay Lohan (please what is with this crop of celebrities who decide one day to make an album with synthesizers?) and I'm just thinking "Oh poor child... the paparazzi is following you... You live such a hard life... While every other teen is trying to get into a good uni and wondering how to afford such high tuitions...you're complainining about the paparazzi." But then again how would I know? I am no one famous. Okay well... next song.. SKILLET! YAY!!!! :D My Obsession.. best song.
When I first heard Skillet last year from Alex.. I thought it was so incredibly heavy and loud.. and I hated it. Lol. Funny. (I sniffed too much gesso just a few hours ago.. these are the after effects.... crazy nutcase artist)

Yes so back to ATF..At the end of the second part, Ron Luce (speaker) asked for those who were hurt to come down so they could pray for the teens... And it was quite a shock to see how many proclaimed Christians came down broken. I think that as Christians we feel the need to show pple how 'perfect' we are or how much we've changed after converting, that we leave the hurt welled up inside till it spews out. A girl told Luce that she was cutting herself... don't know why but why would you do such a thing? Becoming Christian doesn't necessarily mean life is perfect, religion is flawed because of humanity, not because of the deity we worship. Because you hurt, get angry, do something wrong, does not mean you suck as a Christian... It's normal... If you became a Christian and remained happy for the rest of your life without hurting... I think that would be more of a transformation from human to robot. How creepy.
Oh yeah I really liked the film clip with all the statistics... They showed diff scenes with diff teens holding up signs with statistics on it... in the middle of the road... in front of a tree....
83% believe truth is relative (I HATE THIS ONE SO MUCH! DIE! TRUTH IS NOT FREAKING RELATIVE! YOU CANNOT CONTORT AND TWIST TRUTH TILL IT SUITS YOUR TASTE.. okay...breathe.)
56% believe Jesus sinned (hahaha.. cuz he got angry at the temple and drove out the vendors? Right.)
65% say there is no way you can tell which religion is right (perhaps if you tried looking in the first place, you might find it.)

"I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me." very comforting.... though I don't know where it comes from in the Bible.. I just hear that verse in my head all the time. Lol. Yes a sucky christian. I'm getting so tired of all this religion stuff.. I was just watching Larry King Live and the debate on whether or not religion should intermingle within the election and politics. And there is this idiot who calls himself a pastor and says it shouldn't be. What a total idiot. It's kinda like... how some churches are now allowing gays to marry in the church out of 'tolerancy' when it clearly states in Romans that God abhors that kind of behaviour. READ THE BIBLE. ajkerhaejrhea.. this is driving me insane... Read Romans. It's in the first few chapters. Just find the part.... yeah.... Sooner or later we'll have marriages of three. I mean if we can twist the definition of marriage to include homosexuals.. why not marriages that consist of two men and one woman? It's being done in Holland right now. This is our time, the divorcing of marriage.

Sorry this is my rant.. I have a huge headache... getting just a bit annoyed. This is so therapeutic. I am just hating all this "let's be a tolerant society and allow pple to do this and that so that we don't appear to be narrow minded and discriminatory". -_-. Please. Is there anything that we stand for? Anything that we believe? To die for?

Yes well I shall end it here. My Obsession.

My Thought on Acquire the Fire (ATF)
8060 people showed up. Psyched. On fire. Cheering so wildly, it was deafening (safe to say at least the equivalent to a b ball game). Predominantly white people (for once!). Some came from New York. We got there 45 minutes late and we got crappy seats but Kitty and I swapped four times and we got close seats. So when the concert came along (KJ-52 and Thousand Foot Krutch) it was a lot of fun. Kitty fell in love with KJ didn't she? Cough. He looks a lot better in person than on his cd cover. His rap songs are so totally random. He wrote this one to Eminem called 'Dear Slim' and this is what it said:

Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
Myself to you and these very reasons I'll be writing
Why I took my time the who what where and why and
The purpose of my verse and the reasons I'm reciting
What I hope your learning from the truth I pray your finding
And every word I'm writing down upon the dotted lines and
See I heard ya first album it was called infinite
I shook my head cause nowadays you sounding different
What drove ya to take your whole persona and be flipping it
Now what makes a man totally change see I ain't getting it
See was you sick of getting booed when you was ripping it
And sick of never having dough and you wanted to put an end to it
What good's all kinds of dough, plus all kinds of flow?
To gain a world of fans but suffer the loss of soul
[Chorus - 4X]La la la la la laLa la la la la la la la (to whom it may concern)
Dear Slim I never wrote you or been calling
This is my 2nd letter cause see son I gots a real problem
It's that to you that I'm always catching these comparisons
And after shows I got these people coming up to me saying
You sound like Slim Shady son you sound like Eminem
And I be like now really man do I gots to go through this again
See I used to get mad and sick of people saying that
Till at this one show this one day I met this one cat
He told me how he used to listen to you but now listens to me
Had your LP but threw it out and bought my CD
I'm like "For real?" he's like "Yeah," said my music made a difference
It got him away from all your words and images
Gotta mention this now what about the effects you have on kids?
You ever stop to think about the millions you influence
Or is it just irrelevant is it a true life you telling it.


Yeah it's pretty long but he said MTV actually broadcasted it and said it was to diss Eminem which was not his intentions in the first place. But KJ-52 does really sound like Eminem but he's really sweet. He shared his testimony and it was really sad. He also came from a troubled childhood where his parents divorced and he got into , clubs, girls, drugs and alcohol until one day he found himself staring down a barrel of a gun of a policeman. That's when he decided he had to change his life around.
Ron Luce, the main speaker,shared his testimony also. His mother and father separated when he was six and divorced when he was nine. His mother was verbally and physically abusive. Luce told us at the age of 13 his mother told him "do me a favour and kill yourself". And I was like omg.. what parent in their right mind would say such a thing to their own child? Long story short, he forgave her even though he hated her so much...and she became a Christian. How sweet.
I shall finish this tomorrow..... what struck me at ATF.. dun dun dun........................

Enter and ye shall see the silvery blue cocoon, a brittle shell to mask the interior crimson walls nesting treasures of the forgotten years. Behind glass panels: a window to the sentimental. They forget their past facades and slip into the feathery lightness made from the tears of silkworms. Here, time stands still. Swim in shimmery pools as it glides over their bodies: molding into every contour of every bone. The arch of the back and the twist of the spine, revealing the delicate bones of the anatomical structure. Cool, glistening whiffs of chiffon and imitations of spider's weave, winking in the glow of torchieres, cascade down nimble limbs into lagoons of deep emerald. They sit high, perched on ebony precipices: ivory feathers of extravagance brush softly against the limelight of velveteen. Mullberry, burgundy, amber and ruby melt into lustrous puddles on the hard mahogany. Gold and black embroidery pressed on arches looping into white cotton puffs and multi shades of wool.
Time breaks- snaps like a twig in the icyness of winter. A crackle-sugar coated sweets- slicing through the stillness of dawn. To return to the present and cover the chest of turquoise velvet and gold buckles, sliding it 'neath the covers to be hidden away for next time: confectionary delights. And how could one not question the history behind each story? What mythical places constructed of marble and gold and starry nights did it dwindle under? But history is made now, all that has passed is past. Murky days in the twilight sliver of the crescent.
Sweet Trash.

Enter and ye shall see the silvery blue cocoon, a brittle shell to mask the interior crimson walls nesting treasures of the forgotten years. Behind glass panels: a window to the sentimental. They forget their past facades and slip into the feathery lightness made from the tears of silkworms. Here, time stands still. Swim in shimmery pools as it glides over their bodies: molding into every contour of every bone. The arch of the back and the twist of the spine, revealing the delicate bones of the anatomical structure. Cool, glistening whiffs of chiffon and imitations of spider's weave, winking in the glow of torchieres, cascade down nimble limbs into lagoons of deep emerald. They sit high, perched on ebony precipices: ivory feathers of extravagance brush softly against the limelight of velveteen. Mullberry, burgundy, amber and ruby melt into lustrous puddles on the hard mahogany. Gold and black embroidery pressed on arches looping into white cotton puffs and multi shades of wool.
Time breaks- snaps like a twig in the icyness of winter. A crackle-sugar coated sweets- slicing through the stillness of dawn. To return to the present and cover the chest of turquoise velvet and gold buckles, sliding it 'neath the covers to be hidden away for next time: confectionary delights. And how could one not question the history behind each story? What mythical places constructed of marble and gold and starry nights did it dwindle under? But history is made now, all that has passed is past. Murky days in the twilight sliver of the crescent.

Icy chills round your heart. A heart that's made of stone. It seems like life is out to get you to destroy what you want. I know that, that you blame me for all that you go through. It could be, so different if you would just let it go. You're all alone, running out of ways to hold on to hope and it always slips away. You're all alone but you don't have to pretend to cope. There is a brighter way.
If you would change your perspective you'd see that it is true. Life is not always what you want. Sometimes it's hard to bear. I'd be with you, and help you in all that you go through. I love you, let Me change your heart by coming in. You're all alone. Running out of ways to hold on to hope and it always slips away. You're all alone but you don't have to pretend to cope. There is a brighter way. -All Alone, Kutless.

Funny how things can speak to you at the right time. I was crying with frustration because all that I want to do well in, I don't get the marks I want. I did more than what was required for my interior design project: mounting pictures and floorplans on foam core to get more a three dimensional effect, bought different materials for sampleboard so I'd get variety, finished on time, bought $4 markers and coloured the entire drawing of the kitchen... and then I tried to get a good mark for my chair project and still it wasn't perfect. And then there was my impressionist painting in which I did worse than someone who didn't try and just did an UNDERPAINTING (wash of colour for shading) and then there was that scraperboard project and my teacher did not see the image like I did and gave me a 79. I was extremely pissed off. And then there was my collage which I did not try in and got a 90. What's wrong with the stupid system. I don't get it.
Anyway I think the first encouragement I got came from Spiderman 2 (as long as it was.. it dragged.. crawled) in which Parker said that sometimes to do the right thing, we must sacrifice our dreams.
Second one came from my mix of songs I had copied onto my WMP and it just so happened to be the song 'All Alone' by Kutless (again) and I found it extremely applicable and encouraging in which I was able to connect with. Sigh. I love this song. But Robyn has my cd! Cough. I want it back, I can only listen to the first five on my computer and a few on my mp3.. booo....

"Religion demands time, energy and money, draining valuable human resources from the improvement of this world. Religious conformity, a tool of tyrants, is a threat to freedom… Rejecting religion can be a positive liberating experience, gaining perspective and freedom of inquiry. Freethinkers have always been in the forefront of social and moral progress." -Dan Barker, the Public Relations Director of the Freedom from Religion Foundation.

Yeah, I came across this quote when I was browsing the religious topics on a certain blog (if it bugs you, sorry). And I included it in my essay which I've currently titled it "My Truth, Your Truth, Whose Truth?". Yeah, and here's an excerpt-my response to his accusations (pardon my sarcasm):

Okay well chew on this Mr. Barker: we spend millions in trying to attain the Twiggy figure, we have invested money into ‘new and improved’ anti-wrinkle creams and been suckered into purchasing that Burberry scarf because it promised to transform us into that airbrushed model in the magazine. The average woman spends roughly half an hour in front of the mirror each morning with an army of makeup brushes and lipsticks. Is this not also draining and wasting money? Is this not consumerism conformity? How is this any better than religion? Dan Barker, peering through his scrap of blue glass, has only sought to see the negative aspects in religion and not what religion has done to this world for the better.

Is it not true? We always like to bash people and to point out solely their negative wrongdoings. Okay so what is there to blame Christianity for? Okay.. there were the Crusades, the Vatican stuff (but then again that's more Catholic.. but we shall include it in here anyway. I've lumped them together.. all the Galileo stuff and the science stuff to save space and brainpower. lol), The Lord's Rebel Army (Uganda), the conflicts in Ireland (catholics vs. protestants), the Holocaust and what else is there? I don't know all of them I admit but nevertheless it's not that 'much' (if you get my drift) if you think about how long Christianity has existed for. Besides a lot of them commit evil acts with religion as an excuse to do so.
But they've failed to see how we have helped the world to become a better place with World Vision constantly helping those who are in need of emergency help, missionaries who help teach kids all over the world while spreading the gospel, short term trips to countries to help build schools and build wells etc etc. Whatever.

Fine maybe 1.5 hrs is not a lot for all those 'pros' out there but I'm aching in my hamstrings, my right arm and especially my muscles on the left side of my body from twisting. I should've stretched more. Haha. Tennis.
The forests up there were absolutely astounding. It looked as if the trees were all set aglow-flickering flames of gold, amber, bronze and ruby. The paths were paved of fallen gold: splattered orange and yellow paint. Sigh.
Our suite was very nice: two bedrooms each with their own bathroom (omg after you flush my parents' toilet, the returning water drips slowly back into the bowl because they say it's 'energy efficient'... pfft. that is the most pathetic answer I have ever heard. 'Energy efficient'. It still takes the same amount of water to drip itself back into the bowl. Stupid. So you have to wait five mins before the next person can go to the toilet. Lol.). And our tv supposedly had surround sound except they didn't hook it up but it also had a dvd player which was awesome. It was also equipped with a kitchenette (we made steaks, smoothies, hot chocolate etc.. lol. Auntie Jo brought so much food. From steaks to salmon to strawberries and bananas). Yep. The suite was very nice except the outside was super ugly. It bugged me. Lol.
(kitty I can't believe you pasted my entry into your blog!)
Sigh.... I feel so empty. Empty. Come and fill me up. Everything is meaningless. In the end.

An unnecessary rant by a failed 'artist' (reading is not necessary):

*shudder* Why is it so cold in the basement? My fingers are freezing, and my headache is getting a bit worse from inhaling gold leaf paint fumes (imagine inhaling permanent marker for three hours.. yech.) Remind me next time to start my projects earlier and to stop procrastinating all the time. I spend more time worrying about doing the project than the actual doing. How pathetic. I hate my golf project. Die golf project. It looks like crap (I mean crap. Not artist crap but crap crap. Why am I in AY Art again? I suck at art. How am I gonna get into Pratt???!!)
My top choices for uni (cuz I am so tipsy from the stupid fumes):
1. Pratt Institute
2. Parsons School of Design
3. Ryerson (unless I apply for RHIS.. rhode island something something)
4.Sheridan

Wait.. is that it? 4 universities?! No way... this is a joke, I can't apply to only four or five unis... what if I don't get accepted into any of them?! Omg...(why can I hear 'Faint' in my head? It's annoying. Shut up) Oh wait. Maybe I'll apply for FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology.. it's mainly fashion but offers other design degrees too). Oh New York New York! I don't know. I don't wanna go to university and go out into this 'real world' (what a cliche. It's pretty stupid. What is 'real world' anyway? Aren't we all living in it already? Don't bother arguing with me). Call me a romanticist, but after reading so many novels and watching so many movies on how these girls have all these hopes and dreams of becoming this or that and doing this or that.... all to find that everything didn't turn out as expected... they never reached that dream of being this or doing that and ended up with relatively 'crummy' lives: shattered dreams? Sigh. I'm scared of breaking out of that cocoon though. Say.. what if I did get accepted into Pratt? Or my initial dream uni of Parsons? Do I go in? Is that my sign from God that I should go cuz I got accepted? Would He close specific doors and open others so that I may go on the right path? I feel like life is like a tightrope, take one false step and you fall. How do you know whether or not your decision in life is what God wants and not what you want? I don't know. I don't know whether or not my choices I make are God directed or man directed. Sigh, I wish we got visions too like Joseph and all those Bible characters. And it's called Waiting for God: when man cannot stand still and be patient to wait for directions. SO! Must not worry must not worry.. must do my best... oh you know what happened yesterday? I had finished timing for swim team tryouts and the two twins (the Iranian ones. Aleka and Elena? Sorry if I spelt their names wrong) came gushing over my painted purse. Which was nice. You know that black dude? Um, don't know his name but whatever (there aren't many black pple in our school. I think six).. he told me "Yo you should sell those, seriously man. Use your talent to the max." And it stuck to me I guess. Whatever. If you're still reading my post.. okay... I don't think it made any sense whatsoever and had no particular organized-logical-structure to it... See, I'm even struggling for words now. Must get off. I'll be back on Monday before dinner.

Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don’t belong and no one understands you. Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming. No you don’t know what it’s like. When nothing feels alright. You don’t know what it’s like to be like me. To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark, to be kicked when you’re down. To feel like you’ve been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down. When no one’s there to save you. No you don’t know what it’s like. Welcome to my life. -Simple Plan, Welcome to my Life

It feels like your life's crashing down all around you. Let me ask if it's really so bad. Look at the world in it's suffering. Can you honestly tell me that know one else could understand? All the hurting inside.
Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away. Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, would you still be the same?-Kutless, Perspectives

Yeah this past week I've heard two 'new' songs (yeah I am slow so shut up). It's funny because the first one is all about "blah blah.. no one understands me.. blah blah. you've never been there. blah blah. I'm all alone.". And the latter is almost like a response to the Simple Plan song: Is it really that bad? Considering the entire world is having problems: Rwanda genocide, Uganda displacement of the children, Iraq war etc etc... Everyone feels like that in some point in their life that they feel all alone, left out, ditched but we don't see past ourselves and into others. It's all about me me me. No one understands ME. No one cares about ME.
You see how different these two songs are? They almost coincide. One is the problem and the other is the answer. I really like this analogy they used. I like it so much I am gonna use it in my essay. Yay.

A young child looks through a great stained glass window, watching the people go by. Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat. His mother sees jackets in white. Now he can't understand why does she see it this way.