It is so hot.
I am sweat(ing!) everywhere!
Hello world!
You don't have a boyfriend, so you are just going to grab something.
And say your "relationship" with it?
Yes, is it that obvious?
Dang it!
In that case, then my relationship status is: Complicated.
Because I don't want to do him, but I know I should, and I was forced to do him.
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Remember?
Oh, right.
Dang it!
Click subscribe, to help this girl…
Get a real boyfriend.
When I was little, of course my parents took me to the beach and the swimming pool.
But none of us actually swim because none of us know how.
So I was that cute little kid who just play with the water and then be called Moana.
♫ I've been standing at the edge of the water. 'Long as I can remember. ♫
Yep, that's me! Right here!
When I first learn swimming was back in elementary school.
I was pumped, got my new swimming suit, feeling all excited.
Thinking I was going to swim so good.
Until…
Okay, class. Now we are going to learn aerobic respiration.
You need to put your head down to the water, breath out, then leave the water, and breath in.
Repeat this for 5 times.
I swear to god, I breath out.
I BREATH OUT!
But I chock every single time.
Then, I refuse to put my head down to the water again because you know how chocking
by water feels like, and I am not dumb.
Ain't nobody is executing penalty here.
So eventually, I became that special student who needs extra "CLEAR(?)".
God dang it!
My leg is itchy, it's not fair!
What's the line?
Yeah! I speak it right.
I just- not good at English.
Me no English.
So eventually, I became that special student in class who needs extra care.
That's the line.
My leg is still itchy.
Why? What the heck?
Normally we will spend 40 minutes on group practice.
10 minutes fun time, and then 10 minutes to change.
As for me, 10 minutes fun time equals to torturing my poor soul 1 on 1 session with the coach.
You must have done it wrong. Just try it again!
I don't want.
Trust me, follow my instruction, and you won't chock.
I will chock.
How about this, we just try it one time, and if you chock, I won't ask you to do it again.
Listen. I might just be a cute Moana.
But for sure I know there's no "we".
If I chock, are you going to chock with me? Huh?
No, sis, you are going to standing by the pool, with your slippers on, and be like:
"Just try it again."
And after repeating that conversation for many times, I finally decided…
To change my strategy.
Can we do something else instead?
I'm perfectly fine for any practice that does not required putting my head down into the water.
No.
How about I practice kicking my feet first, and then try out the breathing thing?
You know, like warming up.
Alright.
After that, I will start kicking my feet, very serious, like a hard-working student.
Continue doing that, non-stop, until…
Okay. You can practice aerobic respiration now.
Oh, no! Look at the time!
I should go change now or I won't be able to make it to the next class.
I'm so sorry from the bottom of my heart.
I swear to you, I will practice it next time.
"I WILL PRACTICE IT NEXT TIME."
"i WiLl PrAcTiCe It NeXt TiMe."
I will. I swear to god I will.
I swear to you I will.
Never happen.
I'm definitely the smart version of Moana.
But guess what?
We continue to have mandatory swimming class all the way to freshman year.
IN COLLEGE.
Of course, I won't be able to ditch the teacher like that all the time.
So you will find the extremely insecure version of Ann during swimming class.
I will literally grab whoever the heck locates near me in the pool.
And force that person to stay by my side as long as possible.
Johnny! Hey, dude!
My name is Jeff.
I was kidding!
Of course! Jeff!
So, how's going?
Ah… Good?
Awesome!…
So have you done anything interesting lately?
No.
Me either.
I just trying to live a regular life, you know?
Um… Aren't you supposed to practice?
Practice what?
Swimming?
Oh. No! Nah!
Swimming is, not my thing.
Then how are you going to pass the swimming test?
Oh, right. We need to pass the test…
Do you think the teacher will take cash, or…
Stop! I'm clearly joking, okay?
I know everyone prefer check.
And as you probably have already guessed.
Every PE teacher in my life knew me by my name and my situation.
And for the record, I truly tried my best to learn swimming.
My best record is swim for a lap.
With kickboard.
And fins.
And not putting my head down to the water.
So, in conclusion, have I learn how to swim?
No, and I'm officially afraid of water.
Thank you for watching!
And thank you so much for being patient.
I know the lack of new videos is too real.
I know. I know.
I'm sorry.
I truly appreciate your understanding.
And…
I wav you.
Yeah. That's all.
Stay well my fellow aliens!
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