lazy monday mornings

i guess it's time I run far, far away;
find comfort in pain,
all pleasure's the same
james blunt - tears and rain

bran's tag got me thinking about my weekday mornings.

when i was in primary 5, bran's parents would drop him off at my place in the mornings because his school starts about the same time, so my maid can take care of us.

i use to sleep with my parents so sometimes, when he is early, he would jump into the mass of mattress and scare me awake. then we would wrestle for a while and scratch each other and when we had bruises, we would use the names of christine and jodi to tell our parents how we got the scratches and bruises. they were our bullies.

after that, we would sit on my parent's bed with our coco pops cereal with milk and pajamas. on came the tv where we would watch the puzzle place, beakman's world and jewel riders. and my maid would let us leave the air con on.

we would curl up under my parent's blanket just because we were too cold. we would argue about what we watched, tried the experiments on beakman's world. then finally we would go and shower (separately please) and go downstairs and wait for the school bus together.

at that time, bran was my world and my boy.
gone were those days huh my boy?

you know you're special, always.