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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.





Saturday, April 18, 2009
aight, back to my original plan of talking about my life

penny's a beaut
she's Chinese, a 1.69m tanned young girl. and she's my life

she's lucky enough to be studying, at CHIJ (Toa Payoh).

she's an athlete, and she teaches me basic English and all. once in a while, she'll pass me her laptop like today. so i can blog.. she doesn't know I blog though.

sometimes, i wonder how i got so lucky, to get her as my girlfriend. we met at clarke quay. with her friends she was. 16 year old girls. haha.

and when we met, i couldnt say anything. my mouth wouldnt open. but hers did,
and the next day we went to the beach

;D


Brother, Sister
6:57 AM

Thursday, April 16, 2009
Mr G, I AM NOT LYING!

I AM REAL PEOPLE! why do people doubt? is it in your blood to doubt?
in your veins to mistrust?
in your mind to not have faith?

i have found in my time on this world that faith is the only thing to keep us going.. not money, not love, not family.

just faith.

IF YOU NEED TO KNOW, i was released on good parole.


Brother, Sister
6:10 AM

Saturday, April 11, 2009
didnt i tell you id get arrested?

2 weeks in detention. shucks...

how am i going to get around this?


Brother, Sister
12:56 AM

Monday, April 6, 2009
2 posts and I have already gained popularity... literally!

Im sorry I couldnt update but people have been stingy nowadays, refusing to lend me their laptops. Orchard seems busy enough, so I'm busking there now with my harmonica. Try to catch me near Wisma Atria there. I managed to earn about $ 5 recently, enough to let me use the laptop of a kind man named Mr Tan Tee Seng (he asked me to write this).

Ive evaded the police quite a few times already. I don't have a license you see. We need birth certificates for those kinda stuff. I unfortunately never had one.

Singaporeans sometimes forget what it means to be who they are. Everytime I ask them for help, in the most simplest of ways, perhaps by asking for a ride home or asking pleasantly for a lunch treat in return for a recommendation or a small errand, they return me with rude faces. And so, i take it upon myself to be a vigilante of sorts and challenge them .

Yesterday, i challenged a man, that if i could fix his car, he would ride me around for a week. The poor guy didn't even know where the carbonator was...! Lucky for me, my uncle worked in an automobile servicing workshop along Defu there. He thought me how to handle cars for a week before he found out I was stealing money from him for my girlfriend.
i really am sorry about that uncle.

my girlfriend... penny- wow, i need to talk about her one day. maybe the next post. mr tan wants his laptop back. AND I SEE THE POLICE...

chao


Brother, Sister
1:50 AM

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
4:02 AM

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
2:45 AM