Reports of my Death Have Been Greatly Exagerated.

It has been a few weeks since I last actually put anything on this blog, mainly because I've been too damn busy doing things to write about them. to bring you up to speed, I wrote this TOTALLY ORIGINAL song that is completely not a rip off of the high point of Will Smiths career.

Now this is a story, all about how my life got flipped - turned upside down,
And i'd like to take a minute,
Avoiding cow manure,
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Wadduwa

In the 'burbs of Melbourne,
born an' raised,
on the computer is where i spent mosta my days,
Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,
An' all hacking some websites from my old school,
When a couple o' parents who were up to no good,
Wanted me to get out of my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom said with anger,
'You're movin with some randoms to a place called Sri Lanka!'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day,but
she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my ipod on and said 'I´d might as well kickin'
First class, 'Yo, this is bad' drinkin arrack out of a scotch glass
'Is this what the people of Wadduwa live like?'
'Hmm.. this might be alright!'

Well I, tha plain land and when I came out
there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out
'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here'
I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared

I whistled for a Tuk-Tuk and when i came near,
The license plate said 'CRIKET',
And had propaganda in the mirror,
If anything i could say that this cab smelt like a sewer,
But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Wadduwa!'

I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
I yelled to the Tuk-Tuk 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my bed, really bored and wondering why I was here in the first place.

Proper update coming soon.