Juxtapose

If someone were to ask me what I love about you, I would certainly mention how much you are the opposite of me. The funny instances how you kindly call dumbass people ‘weird’ then I chime in with my claws out, sink my nammer fangs in, and fill in all the expletives.

You are water. I am fire. You are calm. I am chaos. You are birds chirping on a sunny day. I am firecrackers at 6am on a Monday morning. You are a field of spring meadows. I am a dark alley after midnight. You are an upbeat rnb song. I am a melancholy indie track with side swept bangs. You are a slow and steady walk in the park. I am a maze in a rush. You are pretty easy going. I am ocd and stubborn af. You are unwavering positivity and patience. I am the middle finger stuck in traffic…hungry. You are simply so thoughtful and kind. I am … well lucky. hahaha

It’s in the power of these opposites that my darkness meets the spectrum of your light. That my circle of trust and valuable relationships are born and relishing of connections grow. And it is in the few similarities that we meet, hold hands, and are able to understand and wholeheartedly embrace all the contents our palms have held on to and let go of. It’s in the contrast that I learn most what we are about together and as singular individuals. The moments we drive each other bananas are also the most fruitful of ones. :p

Of all things that have scraped and scarred my palms, of all things my palms have learned to let go of, you make up for everything that wasn’t worth keeping and holding on to (and then some.)

From day one, I appreciate that I didn’t have to chip away at a single layer of ego or issue to get to your heart or to learn your story. It has always been wide open by choice, all accepting smiling back at me. We never had facades, just our flaws and raw honesty upfront: I adore how our imperfections sit comfortably in it’s own skin.

You are like my favorite pair of sweat pants, pj pants, legging pants, buffet pants, anything with an elastic waist band really. You lovingly accommodate my extra extra when the stretch is needed and are the most comfortable emotional attire I wear proudly. You make me feel like the most special pair of pants in a room full of dresses.

Above all, as I write this, I realise you are my heart’s most beautiful juxtapose. I am grateful knowing the other (very) different part of me is you.

Happy 34 my Alibae, wishing you another beautiful birthday and year ahead. XO

 

#34 #birthday #celebration #you #tna #manchestertan #lettuce #201

33

🎈33: thanks for the extra white hairs coming in, the assortment of fine (frown and laugh) lines in my expression, my molasses like metabolism, and the little surprises with the ache in my joints and spasm in my muscles. talk about body party. thanks for the humble reminder that everything I do to attempt to keep you healthy, is really to delay deterioration and how eating spicy ass food has it’s dire consequences. on a side note, thanks for my extra durable colon. Inspite of all the visible signs, I wouldn’t trade you for my teens nor twenties because teenagers smell weird and growing as a 30 something has been the best and most valuable years yet. You’ve taught me plenty in 2016. As a result, I feel more ‘planted’ than ever because my feet knows where it consciously chooses to stand, with my head and heart assertively leading the way.

I looked into the mirror this morning as you whispered softly “dim sum chicken feet” into my ears. With bated breath, I made it happen and chicken feet is what was had. dreams do come true. you’re welcome. :p

With no makeup and morning breath that can kill a house plant, it was still a solid feeling simply being able to recognize my own reflection not for it’s shell or external condition, but what I know to be true on the inside deep down into my bones. you’ve grounded me.

above all, the best (and hardest) lesson you teach me every single year as the years add on is that “the only way out is through.” there are no shortcuts and if there is one, it’s likely a cliff ahead without a warning sign, lol

here’s to another beautiful 365… Thanks alistair for a day of obesity eats & these blizzard cupcakes. xx

Power of The Wallflower

 

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Happy Birthday Coco G ~ My favorite Ninja!
It may be known that you wear a lot of black but I hope you are aware of how colorful your personality is. Like good art, it doesn’t need to be displayed for the world to see but will happily hang where it is appreciated and understood with it’s many layers, textures, shades, and depth. You remind me of the museums you love to seep yourself in: Clean and understated: Less is always more. You carry your qualities like you do with your drinks: extra strong, overflowing, and two at a time. All three can keep you up for days. Hahaha! What a year of happenings it has been for us both – Too. Many. Jokes. It’s comical what has made us connect this year: our passion/addiction for milk bbt, eats within the bbt radius, FRANCHISE DREAMS, dilated pupils, brunch lineups #alwayswaiting, feng xeis and wong fus, Cambodian ghosts, a whole lotta bullsheit, and above all, taking out the trash… and it’s lid.

Thru it all, I have come to learn and respect your integrity, silent ninja moves(it’s a lost art), uncanny impressions, sharp observation, foresight, but more than anything else, how you have a solid sense of who you are and what you stand for – bowl slammin’ included. :p

As I get older, I see how significant is it to be among quality souls that have the innate ability to see other quality souls with values that align and a mutual level of respect to match.

In true introvert fashion, I know you don’t like to stand out but the qualities above are what set you apart from the rest…to me. Because your surroundings are vital to your energy and peace, I hope you continue to surround your world with people, places, things, and of course, art that fills your heart with inspiration and life like a classic Bob Ross painting and his gorgeous afro.

Wishing you a beautiful year ahead that hopefully *feels* like it’s October all year around!

#birthday #celebration #you #powerofthewallflower #guhaweh #⚫️

Muscle Memory

 

 

They say muscle memory is when a movement is repeated over time, a long-term muscle memory is created for that task, eventually allowing it to be performed without conscious effort.

It is also known that the hardest working cardiac muscle is the heart and it has the ability to beat over 3 billion times in a person’s life.

Now before this becomes all science – You my love, are my heart’s muscle memory.

From the very first “hi” on that rainy Thursday afternoon, I chose to use my heart with conscious effort (…with the help of my girls gina and tonicqua. :p)

You showed up and further molded and reshaped my heart. To my surprise, I found myself exercising and conditioning it in a way I never had it functioning before.

It remembers what you wore the first day we met, the first words you said, and how like me, awkwardly nervous you were too.

It remembers how I threw out my neck the day before our first date and it was stuck to the left, to the left, but nothing like beyonce.

It remembers our second date at the movies and how we saw Gone Girl… going in blind unaware of the plot and how I asked you afterwards “You sure you want another date?”

It remembers our third date – that time we went ice skating at Robson Square and you held your hands out to support me as I got an awkward view of your crotch the entire time and how ‘West End Willy’ tried to pick you up circling you like the ice fox that he is. Little did I know… your support would go far and beyond the ice.

It remembers the time we signed our renter’s lease and how our landlord spent a good hour telling us about her complex case of gout. Let’s never get gout please.

It remembers those dirty b*tches that lived there before us who made bleach my best friend. lol

It remembers and laughs at our newer-ish traditions especially ‘Story Time’ : How I chose a super serious somber excerpt and read it in my most Vietnamese accent possible.

It’s difficult for me to write these chapters of our story to you without sharing a ‘muscle memory’ because I use these as the weights I use to lift and strengthen my heart.

Only now, I do so without conscious effort.

Thank you for showing me that when used to it’s full potential and purpose, the heart is indeed the most beautiful and strongest muscle one can have.

And I’ve learned that living is just that, putting it to work until it feels what it was made to feel … one heartfelt muscle memory after the next.

I am feeling enormous gratitude for the past two years ~ Happy 2 Alibae. XO

 

#tna #201 #manchestertan #musclememory

365

There are good days and then there are bad days,
Then there are days with you.
I enjoy everything in that nothingness we so often, often do.
You make food taste better,
Love songs make beautiful sense,
Really bad days mild,
Better days amazing,
– All of my days a peaceful Sunday morning.

You are brunch on a sunny patio,
The cozy comforts of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day,
Sleeping in with no alarm clock,
– A piece of rich dark chocolate during my sugar low.

You are my hit of caffeine,
– The warmth of fresh laundry.
My strolls and sunsets.
Come nightfall, you are my heart’s resting place,
And I sleep soundly.

You are my skeptical ‘ifs’ turned into a matter of ‘whens’.
My “what ifs” into “I’m all in.”
You are the questions I didn’t need to study for,
I already knew the answers because your smile spelled yes, and yours eyes promised now.

I am eternally love’s struggling fumbling student but I’ve learned that love doesn’t give up as long as we are willing to show up for it. It is an uplifting heart based decision on whether we allow ourselves to feel it, give it, and receive it. Where love’s gravity, depth, & courage is measured in how much we allow ourselves to be seen, truly seen. Or whether or not the person is worth the chance, leap, and ultimately, how we choose to nurture each and every day together is a choice and what we make of that will be.

This 30’s something kind of love writes like sweet hand written notes, built and sewn together like all things home and handmade, and mindfully handpicked with objective palms and good intentions. And like all things made from scratch, I look forward to continue building what we have from the inside out with earnest hands, designing the blueprint using our hearts as the template.

Thank you for a great year of ups and ups Alistair & thank you for being so good(annnd patient :p) with me ~ How lucky I am to have found someone who makes all of the above apply. XO

Hard Work

I believe in HARD WORK.

I believe that people who do more and say less get shit done. I believe people who carry consistency and hard work on their backs are well aware that results come from the labor not the lazy. They have very little time for bullshit and b*tches. :p I believe that people like this know that anything worth having doesn’t come easy even when the ground feels like quick sand, they challenge that sinking feeling. I believe people who follow through even through the darkest of days is not only a reflection of who they are but the depth of their faith.

I’ve seen strong. It has an indestructible backbone. It’s opinion doesn’t hinder. It admits when its wrong, it stands up for what it believes to be right. It takes accountability and takes charge. It doesn’t compromise who it is for acceptance nor approval. It has many layers, and pillars helping it stand tall no matter what external elements try to tear it down or discourage it’s process. It is basically not to be f*cked with annnnnd has the nicest purse collection & hair. :p

Behind it’s fierceness also exists a softness that doesn’t make an appearance too often but when it does… its rare, special, and breathtakingly beautiful like a solar eclipse. It has the kind of heart that reminds me that beyond hard exteriors and behind tough words ALWAYS lies so much more than strength but what’s on the other side of the coin. It reminds me that such strength only exists because it’s been tested. And yes, when this kind of strength cries, it has the ability to move an entire house.

If you were to ask me, YOU represent all of the above.

It’s not every day that we see each other, but it’s in everyday that I know “You are the company you keep.” The quality of my thoughts is in large part who and what I surround myself with. You have always been a positive and bright setting in the backdrop.

We are all building our worlds quietly, constructing a life worth living. From a spectator’s point of view and where I stand, you’ve always simply knew where you stood in this world. And because you do, I don’t see anything or anyone deter you from where you are going and want to be. Strength, happiness, and a sense of who we are is a 24/7 inside job and must be earned. I can’t tell you how much I respect how hard you work, not just academically but on who you are as a person, designing the life you want. I know one person who would be especially proud of you today because you are a shining extension of her kindness, beauty…her.

Never stop SHINING Guuuurl, esp. with that conditioner you’re using. :p

You are three decades young and just getting started! Today I wish you the best of days and of course wishing you the most beautiful year ahead! ~ HAPPY DIRTY THIRTY HARPO!!! I know you have too much class but it won’t hurt to be a BIG DIRTY WHORE just for today! 😛 lol

XOXO ~ Terwinder

Humble Success

The December ‘baby’ FINALLY turns the BIG THIRTY! Guuurl, I would tell you to make it dirty, but you’re married, so lucky for Jimmy to be at the receiving end. :p We’ve known each other awhile now, & although I don’t get to see you as often, I’ve come to learn three admirable qualities about you I have always respected: You’re quiet in your ambition, loud in your results, & remain humble in your success.

You have a way about you that never fails to make things look easy, but I do know behind your laid back sense of grace… is a hardworking, determined mind consistently reaching for the stars. You may be awkwardly stiff in your expression of love, but I’ve come to embrace your hugs. Because sheit, if I don’t use my arms, and you don’t use your arms, we’re pretty much two human standing poles. :p You care in your own way, love in your own language, & are an incredibly kind & warm person inside out even with them armless hugs. 🙂

Just as you do at the gym, everything you lift, you lift in life with pure heart. Now let me shred some cheese on them abs guuurl. Meow.

Happy 30th Jaskiran!!! Wishing you an amazing year ahead filled with sunny days. May all that you put forth into the world as a teacher, wife, friend, sister, daughter, gym beast, etc. wholeheartedly come back to you tenfold. Heart you!

XO,
Terwinder