Shh… he likes one of my roomies, constantly displaying a variety of tactics to woo her_ we on the other hand are benefiting like crazy, sinking our teeth in to bars of chocolate, swallowing ice cream like snakes, as for B-foster bread, ye fa nu kwa_ wait,does he own a bakery?
Babes are seriously enjoying the fruit of his labour, whiles minding our own business ooo….
To each his own, after all love comes in different forms.
I reckon, we all have a story to tell on board the ship; “how I met your mother“.
As the saying goes, there are many ways in killing a cat.
I conducted a little research among my friends,each recounted how they met that significant or not soo.. significant other, emphasis on the wooing process.
We came up with the following categories:
Scholarship_ this is when, lady luck is on your side. Your buddy went in for the game, but the meat, would rather have you take the shot.
Study mates_ I don’t understand, can you please help me out. Professor rat poison on the move.
Main squeeze_ those who like to splash, today frankies, tomorrow Chinese, Jackie Chan, then Jet Lee.
Family and friends_ innocent beginnings graduates to midnight phone calls and all day text messages. Is your brother at home?
Mummy and daddy_ playfully referring to each other as husbands and wives, sons and daughters. Hmm... extended family system.
Killers_ those who go in for the kill,they don't play about the bush. In their HAMMER shoes,they knock you off your feet.
So where does Mr. B- foster fall?………