Okay just imagine what would have happened if Saiful Bukhari posted pictures of himself looking like the one above? Major image diluter. Not only will he be known as an anak ikan, he would have carry titles like Sir Tip-a-Nipple or Duke Trail-a-Snail or worse... YB Bend-n-Bang.
Think about it. Do you really want a silly shirtless picture of yourself destroy your hope of becoming a prime minister? Do you want a badly shot, heavily edited half-nudey take away your chance of becoming the next American Idol? Do ya?
These days, any pictures can be perceived in a manner that you might not believe is possible, lagi-lagi lah shirtless pictures. It doesn't matter whether you're hot or not. It's the internet baby. You're hot like a recently fried recycled karipap, with the inti curried potato all shrivelled and stale. And it's way better to show off your newly sculpted Leornado at apartment balconies or Sunway Lagoon. But not in front of a laboriously positioned (imagine stacks of boxes and books on top of a desk) auto-timed digital camera. Alamak 10 seconds. Look at the camera. Suck it in. Flex. Sing.... I'm too sexy for my shirt.. too sexy it hurts.... Aiseh tak sempat. Ok amek lagi. Now its your turn encik bicep.
Can't you tell that I gained weight and I am green with envy that all of you you you you people finally discovered the magic of working out and flaunting every lump of muscle online!
Whatever, shut up.