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My Dream
Have you ever head how a man tries to change the world?

Do you know how it feels to be the casnaova of our lives? To flirt with life itself.

Read and keep updated for the life of me, Casanova Junior.

Greetings, Magicman
If you want your links up here, leave a humble note on my tagboard. The Casanova will reply.


Genius
Disclaimer: This blog can be taken as a story, or the life of another kid on the street. It's up to you, but be kind to my tagboard.





Tuesday, March 31, 2009
By now, all of you who have reached this blog are probably asking yourselves, who is this kid who tagged me? Or who is this guy who is calling me to his blog?

My name is Casanova. For you that is.
I go by other names.

I am 17.
17 in age.
But much younger in life.

I live.. on the streets.
Where no one else dare lives. In our Singapore yes.
How do I get access to a computer?

Through kind people, with laptops.
Through cyber cafes. Through Macdonalds and Subways that give access.

I want to write my life here. What's happening to me, to people like us.
So that you would know, and you can smile. You can cry with me, laugh with me and scream with me. And for that, I'd be glad.

My name is Casanova
And this is my story.


Brother, Sister
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