I Am a Trampoline

Today, I am a trampoline. I'm springy, colorful (if you want), and I make you work.

Yesterday, I went with a bunch of friends to Skyzone Toronto, a trampoline park where you can just jump on trampolines, OR play trampoline hoops, trampoline dodgeball, and this other thing where you jump (from the trampoline) into this pool of foam that sucks you in.

My favourite part? Trampoline dodgeball just because I'm competitive and its just fun to do some childhood stuff. Dodgeball brings back so much memories as I remember having the whole opponent team waiting for me, the last player standing on my team, throw the ball at them so they can get me out. We were playing King's court, so if I was strong enough, I couldve gotten someone to come back to my team. Of course, being the chubby short girl I was, it was practically impossible for me to throw a dodgeball hard enough (let alone aim at someone) and bring back my teammates.

Of course, I lost.

Trampoline dodgeball takes dodgeball to the next level, jumping to get elevation, then swinging at the right moment in time so that you wont miss your opponent. Or jumping really high so that the ball will go below you. Oh what fun, I think I was mostly on the winning team ;).

Hoops shooting was horrible, not just because I suck at aiming, but because only one person went at once and just... iuno not that amazing. The foam pool, however, was quite entertaining the first few times since you cant really get out of the foam and you wish to jump further. It was like doing running long jump during track and field. Such a horrible memory! (I rather do triple jump)

Other than the fact that trampoline-ing was funFunFUN!, it made me realize that it's kind of symbolic. As I was just jumping, I wanted to go higher. Yeah, I took it as just fun and games, but the higher I jumped, the more scared I was because I could easily lose my balance when I land. As I got higher up, sometimes I would fall and just kneel down, but I got back up and tried again. My friend even told me I jumped pretty high and was 'surprised'.

The higher/further you go, the scarier it gets, but that doesnt mean you have to stop. You continue on and try until it becomes less scary.

Later I tried landing on my butt and getting up, as people make it look so easy. Its harder than I thought, becaue you had to balance and stuff and make sure you get enough elevation. Needless to say, I tried a few times and finally got it.

As long as you try and dont give up, you'll get it sooner or later.

Oh. And I was literally getting tired....5 minutes in, although I pushed myself further because it looked pretty embarrassing if I stopped! Insanity might've made me more fit, but not keeping it up made me less fit :( and now I have to work harder to aim for my goal!

Today I am a trampoline, and I must say, I'm quite awesome, however you view me.

TeaC101

I Am a Goal

Today, I am a goal. As a young woman, I think its inevitable to have a goal to slim/tone down, regardless of your body shape. I want to announce my goal today because it allows me to stick to it. The best way (as I remember reading somewhere) to stick with your goal is to announce it to an audience. This makes you feel as though you need to prove to others, but ultimately, its to prove to yourself that you can do it. Encouragement is much needed, and why not have a few supportive friends who's got your back!

My goal:

To lose a total of 5-10lbs over the next two months (before July 28).

Reason:

To attend a friend's wedding and be able to fit in the dress you bought one month ago.

5-10 lbs isnt a lot (although, according to an article and friend, when you're around the ideal weight, its harder to lose fat than when you're bigger and start toning :\ not cool at all). I bought a pretty yellow dress last month. It actually fits right now, but the waist area is a bit of an issue. If I eat too much, for sure its going to break on me. Although its not really my style (as the back is fully exposed), I believe that if I tone down a bit, I can pull it off! First I want to make sure that my tummy is toned (which i have workouts that can help me accomplish this goal) AND i need to done my arms/thighs just cuz theyre too big for my liking right now. Especially my thighs (I guess I can live with my arms, but then again.... when im taking pics, you'll see your arms more than legs right?)

Today, I am a goal. I am here so that people have a purpose to do something.

Strive for excellence!

TeaC101

I Am a Coupon

Today, I am a coupon. The best part of me is that you can use me and get either something free or something cheap. Coupons are awesome. The only problem is some only reduce 30cents off your purchase, IF you buy this, this and that. Sometimes you think, "30 cents? Why bother!" but if you watched TLC's "Extreme Couponing" you can tell how much of a difference it makes. I dont think I can ever stay at home clipping coupons the whole day just to spend them the next full day at the supermarket. Literally.

I was goign to go to the mall today, and although its not from a coupon, Sephora members get a nice NARS lip gross (today only) for FREE! Membership is kind of like a coupon, you get free things once in a while. :)

So today I'm a coupon. A simple coupon. I might seem stupid, but I can make a huge difference!

30 cents is 30 cents right? :)

TeaC101

I Am a Perspective: Best Thing I Never Had

Today, I am a perspective. At first, I didnt think 'a perspective' sounded like it would make sense. I'm not really an English person. Literature was never my strength, and I'm sure what I'm writing now shows it. :) Nonetheless, I do love to write and I try my best at making things sounds interesting and what not. Anyway, back to the main point of today's post.

Perspective can play a big deal in life. I see something from one perspective, but you may see the same situation from a completely different perspective. From your perspective, you see a blog with posts written by Tiffany Cheung, but from my perspective, I see a 'diary', if you may, of my thoughts that I would like to share with others.

Nonetheless, you can take this post as a 'sequel' to my previous one titled "I Am A Story". While I was writing that, I thought that this song can somewhat be related to Beyonce's "Best Thing I Never Had", wouldnt you agree?

Different perspectives.

Bruno Mars is heartbroken, depressed, angry even, at himself and how he let the best thing he could ever have out of his grip. Beyonce, on the other hand, knew how much she loved 'him', but she realized that not being with him was the best thing she ever did.

When you hear Bruno Mars' song, you feel sympathy for the guy. Yet when you listen to Beyonce's song, you'll automatically think that it 'sucks to be [him] right now'.

Makes you think? Just a little? Maybe?

Enjoy the story. :)
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The sun shone down on us like never before. Birds chirping the melody, dogs harmonizing the bridge, children filling in the gaps in between: today was magical.

Not to mention, I just got engaged.

My fiancé and I strolled around the park, and while doing so, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of something from afar. I squinted to focus on it, and as we got closer, I realized I was getting closer to my past. Although I was engaged, those memories would never fade away. You hurt me, and that’s never going to change.

You smiled, greeted us, and I can tell you were envious of how close we were. We smiled back, and I announced, “I’m getting married.”

I can see the shock in your eyes. You hesitated, but continued with “congratulations.” You turned to look at my fiancé, “She must be the best thing you ever had.”

There was a time I thought that you did everything right. Boy, I must’ve been out of my mind.

Those times in University when I loved you, you treated me like a fool. You treated me like a maid, a slave, an option.

It was at that moment in time when I saw the real you. I knew we weren’t meant to be. Yet I thought we would be together forever, but you showed me otherwise.  

I can see it in your eyes. You’re sad; you’re hurt, but you don’t deserve my tears, not anymore.

I didn’t want to let you go, but everyone knew it was the best for me. The best choice I made was leaving you. I became a better person. I was happier. But most importantly, I found him.

We parted ways not long after. My fiancé kissed my forehead, stared into my eyes, and questioned if I was all right. I smiled brightly at him, held onto his arm tight, and assured him I was fine. I knew that I made the right choice.

I looked over my shoulder one last time. Even from afar, I can feel you staring at us. I wanted you bad, but I’m so through with that, because honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had. I know you want me back, but it’s time to face the facts that I’m the one that got away.

You turned out to be the best thing I never had.

TeaC101

I Am a Story: When I Was Your Man

Today I am a story. I have some spare time at work, so I decided to do something where I just write up a story on a song. This week I've been hearing Bruno Mars' "When I was your Man" like a gazillion times, so why not give it a shot?

Title: When I was your Man

I sat on the park bench, alone, staring at the children running around on the grainy sand, climbing up the yellow slide, and pushing each other on rusty swings. I smiled at the sight, but immediately sighed as I thought about my childhood. Those were the days where all we cared about was candy, parks, dogs, and cooties.

Cooties were the thing stopping me from feeling what we now call love. Cootie shots were what allowed us to avoid such a horrifying disease of invisible germs from the opposite sex, and they allowed me to hold your hand. I would hold your hand, and dance with you even though all we did was shake our bums side to side and jump up and down.  After dancing to our favourite song, I would pick up those yellow ‘flowers’, which are now known to be weeds, and give them to you. Your smile would shine down on me and warm my heart, just like the sun.

As we grew older, those cooties disappeared. In addition to warming my heart, your smile would make it skip a beat, maybe even five. Soon enough, you were the only thing I thought about. When we were introduced to cell phones, I would text you and wait for your reply. Not long after going through elementary school and high school with you, I finally had the courage to tell you that I love you.

We went to the same University. We even ended up renting an apartment and rooming together. We even went to the stage of sleeping on the same bed.

But something went wrong. I went wrong.

I never realized how horribly I treated you. Those times when you waited for me to eat dinner, all I did was go out with my friends and leave you alone at home. Valentine’s Day, our annual anniversary, Christmas, your birthday, I never ended up getting you anything, not even flowers. We started drifting apart, and while you tried to amend things, all I did was avoid you. In the end, I even thought you were irritating. I never danced with you, because I didn’t want to be seen with you.

In the end, it was my fault. It was me that ruined everything.

We broke up.

You left my apartment.

You met someone else.

Now I sleep on the same bed, but it just feels a little bit bigger now. My radio turns on as my alarm and our song starts playing, but it just doesn’t sound the same. Sometimes my friends tell me how they see you on campus, and all that does is tear me apart.

I should’ve brought you flowers, and held your hand. I should gave you all my hours when I had the chance. I should’ve taken you to every party, because I remember how much you loved to dance.

Should’ve done all the things I could’ve done, when I was your man.

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teaC101