Greet the Day

Xin chao (hello in Vietnamese)

Picture this...
A bedroom with walls painted lilac. Huge open windows and glass french doors that lead into an enchanting little courtyard with flowers and forest creatures. Inside the bedroom is a gracefully carved white canopy bed, queen size, and white sheer fabric draped everywhere. A young woman sleeping soundly in a simple silk gown, golden hair fixed, teeth brushed (no morning breath). Her eyelids flutter open, delicate as soft pink rose petals, to the sound of a charming little bird singing as the soft morning light streams in...

Yeah, right. Haha, just picture the opposite and you'll see my mornings. A room with dark green walls and a black ceiling with stars painted on it. Posters and paintings hanging everywhere. A high twin bed with a purple and black homemade quilt draped crookedly across coppery orange cotton sheets. Me, with an arm and a leg hanging off the edge, lying on my stomach, an annoying alarm goes off and the sun isn't even up. I reach over and smash my fist into it's red digital numbers. Damn alarm clock, just five more minutes. However, I know that I don't have five more minutes so I sit up, my chestnut hair sticking out and tangled on one side of my head, a little bit of drool hanging out of the corner of my mouth as a result of talking all night long in my sleep. I stare blankly ahead for five more minutes still asleep...

Yeah, that's more like it. That's me. I sleep walk towards the bathroom where it takes ice cold water in the shower to wake me up. I did dishes and cleaned the kitchen for the next two and a half hours due to several combined inconveniences. First, I haven't cleaned the kitchen all week long so it's a disaster anyway. Then, our sink isn't working so I have to fill up two humongous tubs with water. Not to mention the numerous times I have to drag them out to the back yard to empty them of nasty water and refill them. Plus, the kitchen faucet takes an annoyingly long time to get hot water...So, after working in the kitchen, I go and take a luke warm shower to wash the grundge off of my skin and then I go to the Whole Foods Market. I just love the Whole Foods Market. There I got some Peach Green Tea, some Nori, some pickled plum, and some soy ice cream. I can't eat dairy products or drink milk. No, I am not lactose intolerant, I just got taken off of any kind of dairy two years ago and I felt so good that I just never got back on, so, anytime I eat dairy products, I get sick to my stomach. Besides, I kinda like soy.

While my earthling family was going to the bathroom, all of them, I was browsing the seaweed, where I later picked up my nori for my onigiri....where's that smoke coming from, something smells funny...uh oh...

Ten minutes later....

Phew, that was close, I had put some Ramen on to cook when I sat down to type. I completely forgot it was there. N E Wayz, tell you about saving the world in the Seaweed Aisle later.

Inspiration

Read while listening to Marble Halls by Enya

Xanadu

In Xanadu did Kubla Kahn
A stately pleasure-dome decree;
where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
with walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momentarily was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail;
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A summy pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw;
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.