The Weird Generation

My mother finds it impossible to accept my dress sense. Day in, day out, claiming I'm weird.

Cousin Kex belongs to the Art, Design and Media(ADM) faculty at Nanyang Technological University(NTU). Thank goodness for her because she is, so to quote, 'weird' like me! Yay! You seriously need to have people playing on your team, you know. It sucks to be the only one fighting a battle.

So anyways, because Kex is female, there is more room for experimental fashion. And because it's the art faculty, you can have as much fun as you like dressing as outlandish as possible(think cowboy hat in zebra stripe print). Well, of course, keeping your sense of style in sight at the same time. We appreciate good taste, but it had better come with a keen sense of style.

Over the CNY period, the topic of dressing up 'crazily' for school comes up every now and then, and I definitely remember Kex talking about her experiences. For as much as I remember, Kex definitely talked about the fun factor in dressing up.

And I, forsure(yes, like it or not, it's one word now, bitch), remember my mother turning to me and say, “See, people like that then fun what”. OH MY GOD, I SO CAN'T BELIEVE SHE HAD SAID THAT!

It was sorta implying that I don't have fun dressing up for school. I mean, H-E-L-L-O, who is the one who insists I have weird fashion sense in the first place?

My faux straw hat: WEIRD.

Dark grey coal stripe skinny jeans: WEIRD.

Black trench coat: YOU SIAO OR WHAT?!

And that's as 'weird' as I get, ladies and gentlemen. But for the record, I don't feel weird in any way.

When I'm out with my straw hat, people just look. Sometimes they frown, and sometimes I know they're suppressing one. But do I care? No. I'm 'weird' by all their standards and that's fine with me. But likewise, for every single person that frowns, there's some one who will say, “Cute hat!” or “I like your hat!”. So I'm fucking smug now. Smug. Not weird. Okay?

And the striped skinny! Please, what's so wrong with that? The fact that it clings to the legs(got it, flaunt it) makes it unsuitable for a guy to wear it? There is no sense nor logic in that. Furthermore, it's not like I don't have people complimenting on the jeans, you know.

I'm just gonna skip the trench coat, okay?

So I was telling Kex about how my mother thinks I'm weird and all, and she says, “Then your mother should mix around with us[Kex and brother Hong] so she won't be so mainstream. My brother has countless beanies and 2nd hand T-shirts!”

Yay! That makes 3 fighting for the Weird Generation.

Kex and I carry the same model of Freitag wallet. A couple of days back, Kex's mother, my aunt, saw my wallet and realises that it works identical with Kex's wallet. She says in Hokkien, “这个是用车皮做的是吗？跟啊欣的一样。你们年轻人实在无聊。”

To translate, Kex's mother said, “This is made of truck tarps right? Same as Kex's. You youngsters nowadays are weird," commenting on the fact that the wallet is made from used truck tarps. Okay, you say 'truck tarps' and it sounds glamorous and classy. But if you were to say it in Hokkien, “车皮” pronounced 'chia per', it just sounds like we've got a wallet made out of trash. Oh wait, it is made out of trash...

Trash to trash-ure, I say.

And the thing we all appreciate about 2nd hand/used/abused/vintage/old stuff, our mothers will never get it. They will never never never ever get it. Because we're the Weird Generation.

Just went out shopping a bit today, and was pleasantly surprised that the cowboy boots at Oppt Shop at The Heeren are readily stocked. Going at around S$129 a pair, I'm even more tempted to get one pair myself. I've been wanting the cowboy boots since last year, just never quite got around to getting it. First, I don't have money. Second, I have wide feet. And cowboy boots are narrow. So wish me luck.

Cowboy boots: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!

Weirded out now, see ya!