again boredoom has driven to blog/do something completely meaningless

this morning 3 am the phone shudders.a boy wakes up.goes oh shit i left my phone on silent.his two friends calls him.jocelyn and lionel valiantly tries to wake up the boy.but after the second shudder boy decides to fuck it "i m going to sleep for 5 more minutes".at 9.30 am the boy wakes up to find out and realises he has just missed liverpool versus PSV eindhoven .godamit.

adnd i have absolutely no idea why i wrote the post in such a way.but then again holidays are so boring that the highlight of the day is watching football at 2 am in the morning with lionel and jo.ah well.i dont noe why i am doing this but i have to say out of all the reviews of 2006 i think keng yee was the best it just described people by their famous quotes and stuff really unique i away.the rst were really good dunno why keng yee stood out the most.and now out of boredoom and while waiting for the hot tub to fill up i shall compose a poem just to show how emo/meaningful/bored/diotic i am no offense xio yun and for the love of god dont expect it to be good cuz i m not concertratin.

an old woman walked the road
for hundred sumers and winters she carried her child
and out it came raw with beauty
named rhea she was
the bringer of revolution she was
out came rhea to bring all the younger sons
in to a new world
nein was left for the old woman save the older sons

tide came and tide past
rhea was aging
like her mother before her
an aprentice was what she needed
chosen out of the older sons
was anthonus
the flaming and the raw

a summer past and a winter waned
rhea left never to be seen again
all was left was anthonus
hence the start of a new reign
nurtured were the younger sons
in days of might and glory
days of great built

younger sons came and went
and anthonus like his fore bearers
withstood the test of time
but all was not to last
aged 13 summers anthonus has
the great flame and raw power began wane
like a dying star he sought 2 aprentices
to take the throne

two were brought to him
they were his wraths
geri and freki were their names
brought together to learn the art of the flame
to teach the flame to younger sons

geri the dark and bold
sought flame for herself
punished with the iron fist
the younger one were if to cross her

freki the young and strict
was like a mother to all the sons
kind and acepting
but unhesitant to use the iron fist

a summer spent and a winter won
the old man was gone
a new leader there was to be
and geri it was to be
a new story shal be sung
of the evil deeds she would have done

all the younger sons quaked in fear
but all hope is not lost my friend
for there is the freki
who will still be your friend

ok it very deep and metaphorical if u can tell me the true meaning of this 10 bucks will be yours but only if u solve it in 5 minutes.

hormonal holidays with me are quite boring