When the going gets tough

I have some awesome news. Ralph Lauren has announced its decision to stop using fur in their designs for ethical reasons. I think it’s a great sign! You don’t have to bludgeon animals to death and skin them alive to stay warm or look cool. RL always was a class act but they’ve taken it a notch higher with this gesture. I wish all labels were as classy as good ol’ RL. As a token of support, I shall buy myself a RL shirt for Christmas. (I don’t have a single RL shirt! I’m always buying other people RLs and I never bought one for myself. WTF!)

Anyway, I woke up this morning at 630 and worked on my essays. Haven’t woken up this early in ages. I went to work listening to Boyzone’s version of “When the going gets tough”. Now I love Billy Ocean. He brings up fond memories of silver jackets and sweet victories, but that is a story for another day. Even though it’s a song about winning love, it’s really a song about knowing that you’re gonna win and that’s what makes it such a kickass song..

The weekend was not dull or lonely or drunk or fun. It was a putrid mix of everything. It exhausting to the point of being excrutiating. And I ‘excrutiated’ two more souls, took them down with me.

Went to a girly party.
Went to club st and new asia bar
Drank a little.
Got groped.
Got judged by a stranger.
Did my essays.
Had friends help me with essays.
Got a facial allergy.
Cried.twice.
Skipped dinner two nights.
Skipped breakfast/lunch once.
Went to le baroque dressed like a geek
Got my hair ironed.
Got my picture ruined.
Got help in getting a better picture.
Was asked if I was American
Got insulted for being Indian.
Got demeaned for looking different.
Got called a young, immature girl.
Intentionally fished for intellect-related compliments
Got compliments for the straight hair.
Had dinner.

Every week consistently, at least 3 people say horrible, nasty things about me to my face. Alarming? Hurtful? Amusing? I can’t make up my mind yet. But one thing’s fo sho.

Life is exciting. There is so much drama! I have found things to lose sleep over, skip meals over, cry over. Not all of them are good things, but some of them are great things.

I have another costume party next week. I am gonna be Poison Ivy.

…..the tough get rough, hey hey hey hey hey hey!

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12 thoughts on “When the going gets tough

  1. Hehe…go RL!!! That’s so true with me too – I buy the polos for EVERYONE but myself and just recently got myself 2 in the Aussie colours (one green and one yellow – nice and bright). Dunno why people would mean things….bad day? bad week? bad life?? Ooh..nice Poison Ivy will suit you… 😀

  2. Casa- :)cos it’s brutally honest?EU- :)Urbanpro- Thanks 🙂 Given it’s Uma Thurman, that is one mighty big compliment!Jhantu- oh there are more usually..Silvara- I want the one with the Humungous RL logo..it’s quite hard to find and there sends out a really mixed message ya know!bad life..nice ;)and thanks

  3. hi there jups..ive been inactive on blogger for quite long. so i kinda read 4-5 of ur posts right now the going is kinda tough for me right now and has been since a while now and somehow whenever i read what u write ,it lifts my spirits in some sort of inexplicable way.i can relate to u on many levels…and well when i read what u write it , ur practicality and pragmatism and sarcasm and humour kinda rubs onto me…and makes me feel better about my own situation n problems.Thanks.

  4. You know, when ever someone bitches about me, which happens more often than you would believe, i tell myself, people not liking me is the only way i know i am that good & proceed to think of nasty replies. Love the attitude! Focus on the positive & f the negative!

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