So I embraced kiasu-ism to the fullest during my recent trip across the causeway by being third in line on a cloudy Saturday morning at 8.45am.
The mission: to get hold of an mp3 player at a reduced price, made available to only the first twenty customers for the day, courtesy of ongoing promotions to coincide with the opening of a new outlet in an equally new shopping mall.
“Is this the line to get into the shop?”
“Er… sort of, yeah. I guess we should start making one proper line here.”
“Are you buying the mp3 player? Which one are you getting?”
“The Neeon, 1 gig. And you?”
“Same here, but if it runs out I won’t mind getting the 5 gig really… most of my friends have already bought the 1 gig Neeon though.”
“Mmhmm… Wah, what’s with the notes? Do you have a test coming up?”
“Yeah, sort of. So… are you still studying? Did you just get out of high school?”
“Uhm, not really. How about you?”
“Yep, I’m hoping to get into medicine!... By the way, how old are you?”
“Me?... Can you guess?”
“Haha! I’m 22.”
“What?! But you look so much more younger than 22!”
“Nah, I’m just small-sized, I guess.”
Oh, I love making fun of myself.