Another Rebisco Story

So I am talking about Rebisco, again. Yes, the strawberry-flavoured, again. But this one makes more sense. Believe me.

Last night, just like each and every night, my roommate and I were talking about how the day went for us. As a rule, our chatting comes with munching basically anything that is, I may say, fit for man’s consumption. I wasn’t able to creep into our kitchen cabinets to get tuna, sardines, cereals, or even 3-in-1 coffee, so I was left with no other choice but that one strawberry-filled Rebisco sandwich.

That biscuit has its own tale that I involuntarily shared to my roommate. I won’t go into the details of the Rebisco story here.

Cutting it short, my heart was consistently pumping for that strawberry-filled biscuit before I went to my class yesterday. Disappointingly, there was none in the nearest store so I just tried to ignore the craving. But, since my attention span on that class is at its shortest, the Rebisco biscuit kept on distracting me. I don’t know what’s in it. It’s not like it’s orgasmic or something. But anyway, when the boyfriend met me after class, he had two of that biscuit on his hand.

When I shared this story, the complete version, to my roommate, she suddenly cried. Well, she was crying and laughing at the same time. When I asked her why she was crying, she just said, “Sana katulad din ni insert boyfriend’s name si Bene.”

Predictably, I thought of how lucky I really am to have him. Not like I never thought about it then. But when people see his worth too makes me think over and over what I did to deserve a man like him. He makes me happy, like that. That thing he did was nothing compared to all the other things he does for me. Seeing my roommate cry made me more grateful. Though I wish she will eventually find a man who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated, too.

My story ends here. But since the title says this is a story about Rebisco, I felt the need to go back to the biscuit thing. So here goes the ending...

Everyday, God gives me every reason to feel that I’m the luckiest girl on earth. The boyfriend’s like the strawberry-filled Rebisco – sweet and comforting. I should not be asking for more.

HAHA:D Now that’s corny.