Most blog commentators would usually express their delight as soon as they realize that they’re posting the first comment in the most recent entry of their favourite blogger.
“Yehey! Ako’ng nauna...”
“Whoop! First base! Hahaha.”
“Ako ba ang unang magko-comment? Sana, sana... Moderated kasi ang comment dito sa blog nyo rito Kuya!”
“Sa wakas, ako ang naunang mag-comment! Comment muna ako, heto babasahin ko na.”
I have observed that chicken shed cleaners would love to start cleaning from shed 1, and so on... Chick placement, health checking, bird weighing, and chicken harvesting customarily commence in the first shed before proceeding to the other sheds!
In a buffet dinner party, or even in those simplest luncheons in town, I’m sure nobody would argue with me that the first guest to fall in line would be the luckiest person in the feast! The complete menu (plus the bonus of intact garnishing) is there for him to choose from, isn’t it?
At their very young age, children in the day care centres or in the kindergarten classes are being motivated that it is the best to be on top (number one) at the end of the school year!
Every AM, FM and TV station is boasting that they are the number one! I don’t know if who’s telling a lie!
Every household merchandise, garment or perfume brand, beauty product or human aesthetic centre, food and fast food chain, airline, mall... Everything and everybody is bragging about being the number one!
In every election, local or international beauty pageant, and in the Olympics—being number one, grabbing the glorious crown, and getting the gold medal is always the most controversial race!
Is this world all about honour, power, prestige and privilege?
“What’s wrong of being number two?”*
I didn’t include the issue of being number one in LOVE. As of the moment I am not sure of the majority’s preference, but I always wanted to be the number one of my gf.