rachel cheng

im all about personality and sex appeal, love me or hate me, i'll still love myself! i dance! i wash my hair minimum twice a day. i smoke. i make out with guys.. and girls. i drink beer in the morning. i don't like school. i think i'm pretty hopeless. i'm in love with talking to stuff toys and replying myself. i love attention. im outrageously vainpot. i have a tummy, around 0.5 inch thick, when i sit down.

playmates

loves my BABY ; sin ee yingqiu hwee kok ziyi liza janny siok chelk alycia dancepeopletoomanytoname and pest friend chelsea chang

if you're wondering..

my whole bloody aim to revamp this blog because i realized i do have readers. but they say my blog is bitchy. i dont think so LOR. haha. why is it bitchy. whatever la. since you all like it then i should continue to be bitchy. but i really dont think its bitchy. hahahhahaahha *roll eyes**

desires

money and money and money , beautiful hair , hot body , cute face , a date with tila tequila , yes not forgetting to be the sexiest dancer on earth. haha. oh i want to meet tony leung too. i think he's so charming. imagine tony leung wearing the army uniform *screams* yes, im not ashamed to announce my sexual fantasy consist of the guy dressed in the army uniform and cuddling me across the table top, pushing all the magazines down on the floor, its just , smoking hot.

the sweetest msg

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i love the way you always laugh at everything and anything! even when i dont do anything funny.lol. i love to watch you dance coz to me you have this glow about you when you dance. heh. i love the way you cuddle up to me like a little girl and just want to lie on me..just makes me feel so loved! and the way you whisper those 3 magical words in my ear.. heart melt ar baby. hee. aiya i just love rachel cheng la. (: thanks, you've the nicest person ive ever belonged to.

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it all felt cold and calmy this bloody morning.
i think 100% wont understand this post.so dont bother reading further. my scream got lost in a paper cup. i woke up in this cheetah speed. i had memories of you prancing around me like a dancing bear. i wanted so much for you to be holding me. right there. the phone rang. the content was so loud my tears nearly exploded.i threw the stuff toy across the room. bouncing off my table top.i wonder why, if your picture was still hanging on my wall, was it not so grey, not so grey afterall. the toys were stacking up all inside me, slowly crumbling down to the floor.it pricked me hard, pricked me soft, i felt like plasticine after all.baby i dont know what i want, baby you're aint showing it . im dying to cut right up to your sleeve and slice my kiss through your wrist.

toyed with you @9:50 AM