Well hello

Well well it's been quite a while since the last time I pay a visit to this place that I consider my humble abode on this massive world of internet. Please excuse me while clean up all the dust and spider web that have been accumulating in the corner.

Well then you must be wondering.. what brings me here? What on earth could possibly be so compelling that it actually moves me to make a post about it?

Well since you've asked, the answer is..... How I Met Your Mother Finale.

So I already watched it yesterday, it went down pretty much like this:
It was rather a peaceful afternoon, then I decided to take a break from doing my thesis and look for something to watch. Something preferably fun to cool my brain off. And then it crossed my mind... I HAVEN'T SEE HIMYM'S FINALE YET! So off to tubeplus I went with the expectation of having a laugh, possibly picking up a few life lessons here and there, you know, it's just another HIMYM episode after all.

But no.

IT. WASN'T. JUST. ANOTHER. EPISODE.

IT WAS THE LAST ONE.

IT WAS SOOOO GOOD.

SO GOOD TO THE POINT I WAS BAWLING MY EYES OUT BY THE TIME I FINISHED WATCHING IT.

So to whoever is reading this right now, if you haven't see it I will do you a favor by not spoiling anything so you better go watch it right now. It is seriously THAT good.

By the way I watched it again shortly after I finished it,
and I cried again.

Yes, THAT good.

Or maybe it's just me hahaha having watch the show since high school and witness how the plot unraveled beautifully as it captured the unpredictability of life, I should expect a few tears coming out as I watch the last episode, but I didn't. So there you go.

Watch it and see for yourself.

I remember it all too well

You know that moment when something, a place perhaps? or a song.. a sweet familiar scent.. the path you used to take.. You know when those things trigger a stream of memory long forgotten and somehow it manages to break through the dam you foolishly built, thinking that it would be enough, but apparently it doesn't so the stream of memory continues to flow and fill your mind until it finally found its way out through your eyes, sliding down your cheek, but even in the midst of chaos inside, you are still grateful to witness something beautiful, because for a moment there, through the teary eyes, just before the tears roll down.. there is this blur galore that creates this ocean of dreamy bokeh that  surrounds you, and for a second there you thought maybe things are not as bad as it seems.. maybe one way or another you will find your way again through the confusing maze of life, but then the tears fall down, and everything was clear again.. turns out the dreamy bokeh are nothing more than street lights along the highway.. and the memory in your head is just.. a memory, and you have classes that day, and it is still hot outside even though it is beginning of November already, and there's people you miss and things you regret, and your finals are coming exactly next month, and you wonder if the people you sometimes wander about are wondering about you, and you'll reach 20 in a little over a month, and you secretly wish the things you've lost could find it's way back one way or another, and then you hear the rain is pouring outside.. but you are perfectly snuggly and tucked in and typing this post and then you look over and think.. maybe it's not that bad, maybe if you look hard enough.. just maybe.. you can find bits and pieces of happiness left scattered inside, which is not a lot but hopefully would be just enough to keep you going until you've reached whenever you're suppose to be, until you meet the people you've missed, until the memory becomes reality once again, and until the dreamy bokeh doesn't turn out to be street lights along the highway even when your vision are perfectly clear.