Define Playboy

Few days ago, i've posted an issue which is 'haunting' me or pissing me off here in my blog which is the issue of being called a playboy. Let us define playboy:

1. A person who love sex
2. A person who is a member of a Playboy Magazine/Community
3. A person who couple tons and tons of girl.
4. A person who never been in a serious relationship
5. A person who couple and just leave

These are the definition of playboy. Playboy was actually meant to use towards the 3 definition. Let me ask all of the people that said i am a playboy. In which category do i fall under? In which line or sentence to i fall under? I can say NONE!!!!

I never had sex before! I am not a member of the Playboy Community, i have never couple tons of girls, i have been in 2 serious relationship before and i don't just couple and leave!!!!!

None of the definition says that faces are identify as a playboy. NONE!!!! As i said in the previous post, i am bored this way. Its my look, its my identity, my face is like my virtual IC! from baby till old i will carry this face and this face is how people identify me!!! But no, i am carry this face to be identify as a playboy???? What you want me to do!? Cut my damn face out!? Burn it?! Hell no! I love my face, i ain't Michael Jackson!

I posted a status at facebook stating i am serious with love, i am not a playboy and guess what replies i got? Well its simple.... i got was: "really", "You sure", "Hear first" and so on. Oh sure! Asking me really??

Some told me to prove to them i am not a playboy, well if there is a way to prove i will do it but what???? There is nothing to prove!!! For example, 1+1=2... prove that to me!!! How the hell are you gonna prove it??? 1+1 is already equal to 2! There is no explanation! its just the law of numbering. Like my good friend told me, how we gonna prove? Find a girl, couple with her for a very very long time only can prove??? That ain't proving, that is just being a jerk!!!!

There are also people telling me, you not playboy and serious with love but u are always looking at girls. Guys are meant to look a girls.... Law says guys only can marry girls (Other country vary)... and that is what i am doing!!!!!!!! I am freaking looking a girls to find the perfect one!!! That makes me a playboy because i follow the nature of boy??? Are you expecting me to close my eye every single day and night not looking at a single thing????

(i am now writing this blog with a bitter heart and emo status)

3 of my good friends and few more other friends told me not to care what others says as long you know you didn't do it. But, its easier said than done!!!! I cannot just close my ear and ignore. I am a person who really cares what people think of me or say about me. If its not true but yet everyone is saying me that, i'll get pissed!! PISSED OFF!

For example the 1+1=2 example i gave, you know the law says that 1+1 must equal to 2 but everyone seem to disagree... won't you get pissed off???? Won't you?! its the law, its the nature of number but yet they are disagreeing because they don't understand it!!!

Please to all my fellow readers and followers, if you were to say something about someone, please think if the same thing would to be said to you... how'd you feel!? HOW?!?!?!!!!!!

Good Night!!!

Being called a playboy

There are many times where i have been called a playboy. The reason they gave me was i look like a playboy.

I am born as Joel Kuan with this look. Many say my face is shape, many say i am too thin, many say i am short, many say i am underweight but these i don't mind. What really turn me over is when someone calls me a playboy.

I take that word literally.

My heart has been broken by a girl who really played me for 3 days when i had my 'first love'. I know how it hurts to be played and i never did played anyone but why am i defined as a playboy? I can be immature, i can be childish but i never am a playboy when it comes to love. When i love someone, i put my whole heart on it!

I always have this thinking in my mind when someone calls me a playboy:

"I have friends that have been in a relationship for more than 10 times breaking hearts one after another, they are the true playboy. I have only been a relationship twice, both are really long and yet i am still consider as a playboy. What i did wrong? Why should i put up with all the stress to love my girlfriend when i am still being called a playboy? Should i just give up and really be a playboy!?"

*I am writing this blog here with a bitter heart*

After reading this post, you might think, what the hells wrong with calling you a playboy? You answers might be: I am just playing, just kidding, that is what you are and so on. Well i want to tell you, this 7 letter word can really flip me over... I can turn from a happy-go-lucky person to a totally down right stressed out, moodless person!!!

Who can understand this feeling???? Who can?! No one does coz everyone just judge me by "i-have-a-playboy-look"...

Long time no update

Haha, its been awhile since i updated my blog... well not really awhile la... let me take my calculator ya.... hmmm.... 4 February 2010 minus 22 December 2009 = 44 days... wow.... i didn't even use my calculator! My math is still in me! Woot woot...

Ok anyways i update my blog is coz one of my lovely friend ask to "fast fast update!" so now i am fast fast'ing updating...

Ok lets see what happened to me so far... since this 44 days.... Ok here are the list:

1. Get dengue and admitted for 10 days with 3-4 hours in ICU. (December 27 - January 7)
2. I met with a serious accident just outside my college and house. (January 22)
3. Well that two above is enough to make headlines in my whole college and church. But anyways we just had a 'celebrate-success-bbq-party' at my place last monday.

Ok let me tell you one by one the things happened in this 44 days! hahaha..

I kena dengue o! Beli beli serious punya dengue case o! Die liao lo! hahaha.... Macam uncle kat pasar belcakap o! hahaha... Ok anyways, i was admitted to Gleneagle for ten days at Penang. I suspect i got this dengue from Park Royal Hotel coz when i was there, my dad open the windows and i complained there were mosquito's biting me.... Moreover Park Royal was a beach hotel and i was at the ground floor... so there were 3 possible evidence that i got the dengue from Park Royal Hotel. Its a nice hotel tho! I love the burgers there! Damn expensive but damn huge and nice to eat! Fuyoh if u thin, u one fellow sure cannot finish... but i can! Muahahaha! I am fat!!!

Ok anyways back to the stupid dengue thingy... i was admitted right after the day i went to club.... my friends were shocked too coz when i was at the club, i was so lifely and jumping all over the place but right after that (just about 6 hours after the club), i complained to my dad i have damn serious headache and diarrhea... my dad felt me and said i am fine without any fever but i insisted i wanna go see a doctor... so we went to find a clinic but there weren't any 24 hours so he took me to Gleneagle emergency clinic for a checkup and the doctor immediately says i am suspected with dengue.... DAMN! after he said that, the nurse said: ok we have to put drips into you... i can remember i told the nurse WAIT!!!! Let me get ready before u poke that thing into my hand! And she laughed out loud... lol... (still a joker even i am sick! Muahaha)... Ok that after she put it in, i told her again. I said i always though to myself i never ever want to have drips in my hand but there, before my eyes... the thing is in my hand... == swt...

Few days later i was sent into the ICU for 3-4 hours because i had a serious side effect from maybe the food, poisons of dengue or even the medication... The side effect was that my eye rolled back where u will see my eye all white, my jaw went one side and my head tilted upwards... i couldn't control a thing that at a point i got frustrated and started to bang the bed,,,, 4 nurse (2 was damn hot! Man i still can see hot chics than! Woot) and 1 doctor tried to hold me down but i was furious and without any choice, the nurse injected me with those sleeping medication and i felt a sleep... the next time i know, i am out of ICU and am at the X-ray room does tons of xray... even the same xray that pregnant lady do, the one to see the baby one... ==

OK Thats all! After 10 days i go home and eat asam laksa coz since i am at penang... eat lok lok and watch movie! Bought clothings too! hahaha... dengue over only spend like hell...

Anyways here is a photo of me and a photo of my drip..:



Ok next is my car accident... i don't have to say much... just see the photo i took after i overcome a bit of my shocked and calm down a bit:

Ok i skidded... :P hahaha.... anyways my friends weren't hurt and i wasn't too... both my friends had minor injuries and i have none... we are really lucky really really lucky... bro no more next time ok! *Man Hugs* i don't wanna talk so much about this coz i am still trying to overcome it. Sometimes when i close my eye, i will put myself back in the driver seat when this happened..

3rd event is the celebration party... hahaha... my senior, DMC073 hosted a party at my place to celebrate their success for the premiere of their short film, we were invited too coz we helped out to make that event happen... :D anyways here are some photos of the BBQ Party:


Photos by: Sheriene Cheng

See the second pic,,, the dude with red tshirt and red pants? Thats me! i was in all red that day... hahaha.. hot red!!! :P.... anyways had a great time...

Ok thats all for my super long essay/blog... more towards essay... haha... well got more photo! But visit my facebook la! :D

See you very soon!!

P/S: nah yan, i update le... man man read la~ hahaha!