A pretty young lady went to a vending machine, put some coins in the slot provided and waited for the product to come out. As vending machines do not always work well, the thing bought was stuck. A handsome guy now comes to the rescue and helps the lady in distress and tries to reach for what is now obviously a Fita biscuit. His arms were shown reaching for the biscuit and after a few seconds of groping and grasping finally got it.
The young lady smiles and they look at each other, the young man even looks like he is trying to be cute, to impress, maybe. At this gesture, the young lady was waiting for the the seemingly knight-in-shining-armor guy, her palms stretched out, to give her the now coveted Fita biscuit. And maybe even wishing that he would ask her for dinner later.
The good looking young man then reached for something in his pocket, gave it to the young lady (obviously the coins she lost from the vending machine to pay for the biscuit) and then walked away happily biting into a piece of Fita biscuit, leaving the disgusted lady open mouthed short of scratching her head for being so presumptuous or for being stupid. Lesson learned: One forgets being a gentleman with the yummy taste of Fita.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Writing My Nth First Post
This is a trial and error blog. I have written too many first posts already that I lost track counting using my own fingers and that of my friend here and her pet. My friend is chummy with a centipede. Like a magic slate, I write, I delete and I write again. When I don’t want something I tend to throw it in oblivion and start on a clean slate. I wish to retain this latest endeavor to prosperity. That, however, remains to be wishful thinking.
Only between you and me and the rest of those eyes who will and may accidentally click their mouse to this excellent site. Excellent? What do you expect me to say? No one will lift up my spirit but myself. I should promise myself to at least give life to this blog for the next six months. Six months and I consider myself victorious. That’s all I ask.
This is a no-niche blog. I can write about anything--and about everyone can take a peak.
Only between you and me and the rest of those eyes who will and may accidentally click their mouse to this excellent site. Excellent? What do you expect me to say? No one will lift up my spirit but myself. I should promise myself to at least give life to this blog for the next six months. Six months and I consider myself victorious. That’s all I ask.
This is a no-niche blog. I can write about anything--and about everyone can take a peak.
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