this is not a will.

When I die, I don't want old uncles playing Teresa Teng's songs. I don't want people playing mahjong. I don't want wreaths.

I want gangsta rap in the day and good 'ol jazz when it's dark. I want long lost friends to hang out near me and talk cock so I can hear and giggle in my coffin. I want beautiful flowers in all sorts of happy colors.

Friends working/studying overseas, do drop me an email and say bye. I will know and that will make me happy. OK?

I wanna be cremated, and when the time comes I hope someone will stuff a blank cheque in my pocket. So I won't be as poor a ghost as I am alive. Really!


* Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it


Someone has to take over my blog and continue crapping it up. Of course this person has gotta pretend that he/she is me. That'll be shtunnnnnin! Write like me, talk like me, prettify the blog like me... Say how I feel after I'm gone..


* give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in


All the good stuff in me, pass it on to the ones who need them. Anything they want. Help I can't give when I'm alive, I'll give when I'm gone.
*Bonus - Mr Zuko when you miss me, go to the fella who has my cornea, look him/her in the eye and say hi. I'll get you.


* pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies