high fidel-ilty

I think I have found the embodiment of trashy personified. Meet Fidel, crazy man from the U.K. Looks kind of scary but is actually very nice.Part of the Applicants.












He is seen below here wearing his band shirt. Our brief interchange:
Fidel: I made some Applicants t-shirts actually this week. I think they look really good, but i made way too many big ones, so we can only have fat fans until i order some more.
Me: I piled on way too many kilos over the December holidays. I ate too much cake. Can I be a temporary fat fan?

Everyone can be fat fans of the Applicants for just 8 pounds.Check out their myspace.













Here's more of him looking very camera friendly,very boy next door.

go fuck my Wu?same to you!Shens 17/01/09

Bumped into Chee last nite at Shens!Tried to offer him some of my smuggled whiskey (old habits die hard) but he politely said no.Anyhow,he told me his shirt was bought in Hong Kong.Apparently Daniel Wu (hottest of the hot HK superstar with the very powderful amelikaan enggrish bacause he raised in amedika, not asia) has a clothing line out called Kang Kwei Wong Mo or something else in cantonese (I unfortunately do not speak my language).It literally translates to 'Go Fuck Your Mum'.

I was mildly interested in this little bit of trivia so when I woke up this afternoon I tried to google the line,but all i found was that Daniel Wu is collaborating with a clothing company called 'Know1edge'.

So, Chee, either i heard you wrong or you is lying to me and poking fun at this banana!





Apart from Chee, I also spotted a guy with a very mantap and manly mohullet (mohawk + mullet), drinking Coronas like nobodys bidness. He was with a whole group of men also growing mohullets on their heads. I dont know if this is a new trend of machismo in KK, or if they're a part of some secret society, like Kelab Myvi or Persatuan Satria Neo or something.But I wanted to take a photo of the whole group, and make a collage or a manhunt calender or something for my single (and available!) hot friend, Intan.But i was still too sober and thus, too chicken.












Ceh, perasan punya band. I was taking a photo of Mr. Mohullet!














Pretty much self-explanatory when you see this in a club, really. And at this point, bajinkies I really was quite hammered.

But if a carpenter wore this instead of your regular clubber, the intertextual play on words would be quite funny.


And if this imaginary carpenter worked for MC Hammer one day, and the carpenter said something like 'hey, wanna touch my.. tool kit' and then some porn music comes out, something like 'cika pwow wow cika pwow wow..' and then MC Hammer says 'yo its hammer time'. Ok i'm imagining too much.











Also saw that a lot of guys were wearing buttoned up polo shirts now.If KK has a whole clan of macho men in mohullets, theres another whole group of sensitive emo types with clear skin, skinny arms and skinny jeans equipped with a fresh positive outlook to life.Like born again Christians only not because they would actually go to bed with you and not give a fuck about the sanctity of marriage.Your boyfriend with the mohullet beating on you again?They would be there for you...they'd understand.

faker manenens

I was combing through old pictures of bands I've watched and i couldnt help but notice how sendat tight these boys from Faker wear their shirts.


you know you're shirt is too tight when you can tell the weather report by just looking down at your nipples:

'2 centimetres of expansion!fall winds are now running through Sydney with cool earterly winds to compensate in the areas of Newtown and Epping.a light shower will soon follow at 5pm today'.

still i am a perve and do quite like the sight of a perky manenen, it is second only to the sight of aussie indie boys in their skinnny skinny jeans with their answer to the woman's cameltoe: the cameltail.

hey man, nice tits

why is it that a guy can wear a tshirt with a half naked woman on it, nuzzled between his own spectacular tits, but a girl cant wear one with a gigantic hairy penis on it?placed between the bust,so we can all become walking tittie-fucks.


on another note,how do i get tits like that hot centaur?how can i look upwards and toss my hair behind me and feel free in a garden.i don't have tits like that.my life of fantasy is ruined and now i am relegated to a desk job.







(pic taken of anonymous 'eh tak nak nama tak nak letak nama' employee of a 2nd hand clothing store)



nipples and tits,nipples and tits.gotta get me some nipples and tits.

what more is there to ask for,yeah?fairly simple request from men.so ok.fine.we give you.




just don't ask why one is always bigger than the other.




(pic taken of shirt sold at Doubt Second Hand Clothing, Penang)

dude, your car looks like an idiot

No matter how much i like tshirts, and no matter how much I love my car and detest new stains forming on the seats(damn my love for nescafe during long drives home,i keep forgetting im not supposed to shake the can so much and i end up spraying my entire car with coffee foam) for the love of god i am not gonna dress up the seats in my car using old oversized tshirts to 'protect' them from sweat stains and give the interior a personalized look la konon.

So you have enough money to join marathons in peninsular malaysia (this pic was taken in kk), and you suck on a Tupperware water bottle instead of a disposable mineral water bottle one like the rest of us out there.but you dont want to spend, like what, 200 ringgit on car cushion upholstery?

i am for once, left speechless.

the tickle monster is coming!

you know what i really hate?
the problem about tickles is,when a person asks you 'are you ticklish?'

it doesn't matter whether you say yes or no, they are still going to fucking tickle you.


this is eve,by the way.or rather,her tits.took this photo before we went to watch Spirit at GSC One Borneo.what a lousy crap fest of a movie.that is definitely 2 hours of my life wasted,which i will never be able to get back yet always remember.because it was so bad,stupid images and lousy dialogue were seared into my consciousness,not unlike a horrible car accident seen at a very young age. or walking into your parents having sex.

vietnamese beef tripe trolloppe

My friend Zedeck went to Vietnam and all he got was this lousy tshirt.

I'm lying to myself again.its not that lousy its actually pretty cool.its just a reminder of me never actually playing the good neighbour and never actually setting foot on any countries near Malaysia except Singapore, and Thailand (which doesn't really count,because i was only there for a day,and i only really set foot barely 6 kilometers across the border and went nuts for awhile second hand shopping at Khrong Nek or Klong Nrek or something).

So the closest i will ever get to Vietnam is eating beef noodles at a Vietnamese restaurant while staring at a guy wearing a Vietnamese flag tshirt.

Aaaand,said guy is giving that bloody coy smirk with another guy pinching his nipple.It's like the country,Vietnam itself,is mocking me and going 'nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh,you'll never see me!pffffft!'

Fuck you,Zedeck.I'm just gonna sit at home and watch my Apocalypse Now dvd.

feel my pain,i am emo,bitch.

i feel pain,and i feel you
this heart on my chest
don't you see?
will you see?
my heart is a machine
my heart is a clenched fist
yet it bleeds
it bleeds, BITCH!
and i stare at you
my empty gaze
seeing lies and screaming WHORE!
but while i lie down
in a fetal position
and taste my tears
i will still count
the petals of my love
now on the floor
dead
like my heart
like me.



(i'm sorry ron,i couldnt resist.its a cool tshirt but it is pretty emo,what with the whole bleeding heart graphic and all.and i dont have any emo friends.could you do a genre change just for me?start wearing black all the time and trade mascara with me?)

ok nevermind.FOR THE RECORD, MY FRIEND RON IS NOT EMO/SCREAMO.he is in a pretty awesome band called Furniture and is also part of a sexy rock outfit, Ciplak.