I have had a planned hatched since yesterday, when I found out the a local chain-store is going to have their members' day tomorrow. In the spirit of kiasu-ism, I had made up my cluttered mind to be part of the kiasu masses, for the very first time, and join them in what is foreseen to be a very, very messy day.
I had found a very nice pair of jeans, a pair deemed fit enough that I may wear it to an (un)expected wedding dinner and not worry myself silly instead of over what dress to be worn. It's the ultimate lackadaisical me going to this wedding. Still, all girls don't want to embarrass herself, now. So, in trying to find something decent enough, I thought, Hell, this jeans would do it, and since it was on sale, why not. Just need to pair with a festive enough top and I'm sure I won't be the worst dress person there.
Now, I would have bought the jeans there and then, yesterday, if I had behaved in my usual conduct, which would have been choosing and trying out for the best fit and then purchasing it. Instead, I did something out of my norm, went over to the sales lady and asked her if it was on discount. That was the turning point.
The very helpful lady shared her wonderful knowledge and saved me from blowing another 20% worth of money from my fast drying up notes, if I am game enough to get it tomorrow. Else, she could only give me a discount of 50% off the printed price. I told her, then in that case, I will come back on thursday, which would be tomorrow and get it that the lowest offered price. How could I not, since the kind lady even asked me what size I wanted and how many I needed. God bless her. Sure hope she would be there with my pair saved tomorrow.
So, that's how I'm quite determined to make sure that come tomorrow, I will get my head off the pillow latest at the second snooze, instead of waiting for the hands of the alarm clock to show 9. I will join the many working people in the dreadful morning rush to work. However, unlike them, I would be heading towards to purchase my jeans. After all, every sen and ringgit saved now is worth it. This would also be a good training for me to savour in all about the rush hour jam over the other side of this overly populated housing area.
Those are my wonderful reasonings to hatch this plan. Ahoy! Another fallen angel to kiasu-ism!
I had found a very nice pair of jeans, a pair deemed fit enough that I may wear it to an (un)expected wedding dinner and not worry myself silly instead of over what dress to be worn. It's the ultimate lackadaisical me going to this wedding. Still, all girls don't want to embarrass herself, now. So, in trying to find something decent enough, I thought, Hell, this jeans would do it, and since it was on sale, why not. Just need to pair with a festive enough top and I'm sure I won't be the worst dress person there.
Now, I would have bought the jeans there and then, yesterday, if I had behaved in my usual conduct, which would have been choosing and trying out for the best fit and then purchasing it. Instead, I did something out of my norm, went over to the sales lady and asked her if it was on discount. That was the turning point.
The very helpful lady shared her wonderful knowledge and saved me from blowing another 20% worth of money from my fast drying up notes, if I am game enough to get it tomorrow. Else, she could only give me a discount of 50% off the printed price. I told her, then in that case, I will come back on thursday, which would be tomorrow and get it that the lowest offered price. How could I not, since the kind lady even asked me what size I wanted and how many I needed. God bless her. Sure hope she would be there with my pair saved tomorrow.
So, that's how I'm quite determined to make sure that come tomorrow, I will get my head off the pillow latest at the second snooze, instead of waiting for the hands of the alarm clock to show 9. I will join the many working people in the dreadful morning rush to work. However, unlike them, I would be heading towards to purchase my jeans. After all, every sen and ringgit saved now is worth it. This would also be a good training for me to savour in all about the rush hour jam over the other side of this overly populated housing area.
Those are my wonderful reasonings to hatch this plan. Ahoy! Another fallen angel to kiasu-ism!
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