in sickness and in health, in flat tires and in stolen kikay kits

my boyfriend came to fetch me at ve's house, which i thought was a sweet gesture given that he's had a long day and was coming from his house which isn't really a stone's throw away from makati. anyway, i was such in a hurry to get in the car because i knew he hated waiting but ve was so in her element, taking her time in preparing my 'take-out' when i already made her kulit 30 minutes before. so when i was about to hop in, she called me to say something but then at the same time, my boyfriend was hurrying me up, saying there was an emergency, a flat tire. and the damage was so bad (the tire can't be salvaged anymore) we had to stay there for like 30 minutes or so, thank goodness there was a man who ran a talyer a few steps away. and so there i was, holding up a flashlight, 'coz that, honestly, was the only thing i could do. oh well...

i know how boys are with their cars, and this boyfriend of mine is no exception. the whole ride home, i was so worried at how upset he was because of everything that i felt guilty that he had to come and fetch me. the tried and tested "put yourself in his shoes" test to understand how he felt at that moment did not work at all because if i ran a flat tire, i wouldn't cuss and begin borrowing jacks and take out my tool box (if i even had one). i would call my boyfriend and ask him to help me. that's what i would do.

so i made for myself an analogy. boys and cars. maybe girls and make-up? that would do it for me. what if i came to meet up with my boyfriend, even if i didn't have to, i just wanted to, and then somebody steals my precious make-up kit (although in reality, i leave it at home). i'd feel pretty bad and make a list in my head of what was in there...and though i can very well buy the same things and create a new kikay kit, there just isn't going to be that "lukso ng dugo" anymore. i don't know what it is with me. i hate losing things. i think replacements can never be quite the original. i'm pathetic. i think i'm going to puke...hahaha

i don't know...i just wish he didn't have to get a flat. maybe we could've gone to have a cup of coffee or something nearby instead of changing tires. that's life, i guess.

my friend's dad (Daddy B) told me that i'd get to know the real person in a crisis. and though this be a minor one, i still love what i'm seeing.