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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.





Wednesday, April 1, 2009
one day and i can already see how the tagboard is like.

are people that narrow-minded? that when something new happens, they cannot simply let it happen?

i am real, lets make that clear world.
i am casanova, i do exist in the real world.

today i smoked my way through the morning. along choa chu kang avenue 2.
my family departed me when i was 8. they said they couldnt support me cos they were beggars as well. i hate the systems here. i didnt want to be part of the whole "help me" class of people, so i live independent. though i dont look down at them all. some of them truly need the help.

i grab life by its balls. i have swam out from changi beach before all the way. i have climbed a tree in the botanical gardens and stayed up there for a night. but recently, the reason i wanted to start a blog is because i want to document a new trend.

i found a way to make singaporeans snap. and this is my record


Brother, Sister
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