How I Met Your Mother

Since How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM) is already uploaded on Netflix (complete 9 seasons!), I’ve decided to give it a go and re-watched it again. It took me way back to my college days when I first completed all episodes and talked about it with my barkada. It was a whole lot of nostalgia and the feels.

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I’ve spent almost two weeks re-watching it and dread the remaining ninth season because somehow, I don’t want it to end. Hahaha! It felt like my life has been over and out again, and episode per episode has been nothing but sort-of communicating to me that “look at yo’ life, gurl,” and at the same time, “you’re in a good place now.”

My college barkada’s everyday spiel is how episodes went, how funny they were, and our in-depth thoughts on Ted’s dilemma. We are somehow deciphering who we are in the TV series or looking out for our own Marshmallow and Lilypad.
Maybe, why I’m saying this is because HIMYM has been really an important part of my adolescence and adulthood. Hahaha! I know, right? Just a TV series, right? But, if you were a ‘fan’ like me, you sure hell know what I’m talking about.

And, no, we don’t hang out at the bar…that much. I’m really not a drinker, so what I do is just eat and tell crappy jokes about the daily commute, the flood, men, women, and anything I can think of. Also, part of those crappy ones are sexual ones – some are gross and some are okay… as per my friends.

So, if you haven’t seen HIMYM up to this day, go ahead and open that Netflix! 🙂

Author: shainnehostalero

Shainne Hostalero, MDC is a social entrepreneur (owner and founder of Happy Shift PH), a communication scholar, and a writer.

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