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suddenly i jus spam my own blog, but whatever. these few days me been thinking a lot, so all these posts r it.


if i die b4 my time would u pls

dressed me up smart. i've nv wore a suit b4(xi zhuang hao bu hao, not some bathing suit. get me at least a decent one from valentino or if u want budget, take g2000 i also happy)

burn me a harley, jaguar n murcielago

one kershaw tuck neatly underneath my belt, ak by my side-left, and artic by my right

coffin shall be western style, cushioned n littered w ammo

and i guess i will be content to leave this planet.

n lastly, erect a tombstone w jus R.I.P (rise if possible)

greatly appreciate if all the above r fulfilled when i'm gone. i will have no regrets then.


i live to ride n so i ride to live. nobody knows tt one day tt big guy up there might jus feel like picking on u, jus to humor him. i always believe tt everything has a start and end. tt things happen for a reason. this post is for u, hirmie. i miss u.