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.”
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.