The Chain of Randomness

So I wrote this whole entry on my iPhone only to have it gone because I tried posting in the lift. Arg! Lesson learnt though. I hope I remember what I posted.

So I am on my way to the local scrapbook store in the train when my random wanderings began.

For those who don’t know me well, my train of random thoughts can lead from my mother to basketball to cheese to the moon all within minutes. Rey can confirm that when he witnessed it.

So I saw this girl wearing plaid and I thought to myself, I’m wearing a striped polo tee. But I didn’t like how big my arms looked in this rather feminine top (it was a ladies’ cut) which made think of all the gym trainings I did for a couple of years when I was still in the canoe polo team. Which led me to think about going to the neighbourhood gym, paying $2.50 per entry compared to California Fitness where I’ll have to fork out a hefty $600 odd per month and I’ll have to take a train to the nearest outlet. And then I thought about how self-conscious I would be because I always felt like people will look at me oddly if I were in a gym. Which led to the gym-attire–team jersey and FBTs. Which reminded me that I ought to get a new pair of FBT shorts as the current one is rather loose due to it being worn for every training since mid 2006!

What broke me out of the long three minute random thinking was this couple in front of me.

They looked like they’re in their mid-twenties and the conversation was about the girl telling her boyfriend what to say to ask for a job vacancy.

I wasn’t eavesdropping since I noticed her becase she was talking so loudly on the phone earlier. And furthermore, they were only less than half a metre away from me (the train was quite crowded).

I was quite amused because the guy looked hesitant and unsure as to what to say or how to ask for a job.

Which made me think about Guan. He hates looking for jobs and I, like the girl, had to teach my other half how to ask for a job as well as what to ask during the interview.

I don’t mean to sound conceited but I don’t really recall anyone teaching me how to ask for a job or what to say during an interview. Aside from those weird etiquette classes back in secondary school, I guess I learn how to on my own and, perhaps, through experience.

Oh, well. And these are my random wanderings

6 comments

  1. Aha, a fellow wanderer! I do this often, both in my own thoughts and in conversation. Many people just can’t keep up. Clearly that’s down to them, not me….

  2. Haha, really random! Sometimes I find my train of thoughts wandering all over the place with no definite end point – usually they’re broken by a rude nudge from a friend or a change of a song on my iPod into a tune that I dread.

    And to make things worse, I constantly find myself talking to myself – whether is it in the bathroom mirror in the morning, alone eating in the canteen or on the bus. I just couldn’t help it.

    Anyway, I stumbled upon your blog after visiting my older blog archives when you left a comment on a post.

    Happy belated 2010!

  3. We don’t have anything like etiquette classes in the USA. I don’t fully understand how hard it is to ask for a job, either go to a manager in a store, or call a place of business where you are thinking of working and ask them if they are hiring and if so either fill out an application, or send a resumee, whichever the case may be. Is it different over there?

  4. I used to embark on those little wanderings when I was still living in Singapore. The wonderful thing about living there is that it was safe enough to get lost in your thughts without worrying about someone trying to pick at the contents of your back or even run you over. (Not to say that you can’t get run over or pickpocketed over there, but the feeling I got there was safe and that there were laws to protect people from that type of incident.) Where I am now, I have only done so when taking a stroll in the mall during weekdays after work, and even then, there’s always an eye on my belongings. =P

    Lovely post you did. =)

  5. I used to embark on those little wanderings when I was still living in Singapore. The wonderful thing about living there is that it was safe enough to get lost in your thoughts without worrying about someone trying to pick at the contents of your back or even run you over. (Not to say that you can’t get run over or pick-pocketed over there, but the feeling I got there was safe and that there were laws to protect people from that type of incident.) Where I am now, I have only done so when taking a stroll in the mall during weekdays after work, and even then, there’s always an eye on my belongings. =P

    Lovely post you did. =)

    (Sorry about the double posting. I think my internet went a little crazy for a moment there.)

  6. Hey babe, where are you studying? You look like a really young young mom! But your son is sooo cute!

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