Blood Choco Frenzy

Note: Here is an example of how a regular news article in a tabloid is transformed to a creative non-fiction essay after being tweaked by a student forced to do an assignment in class.

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It all begins with a half-opened Nestle Crunch chocolate bar carelessly left by someone at the dining table. Ants were all over the bar, when Lydia Lago, the maid of the household found it there.

She could have thrown it in the trash bin immediately. However, having deprived of such little luxury as a young girl, she realized that the chocolate bar could still be eaten. It was her dream 40 years ago back in the far-flung province of Guimaras. With a huge family to support nowadays, a bar of chocolate will always be just a dream for her.

Taking the opportunity to enjoy such sheer pleasure of eating a bar of chocolate, she took the ant-strewn bar and cleaned it by putting over running water. Suddenly, the house owner's relative, who is just staying in for a vacation barged on the door to check what the maid is doing.

Linai Erasimo is suffering from a mental disability. She was recently released from an institution under medication. But on some unfortunate days, the innate urge returns to crank up her brain. Today is her most unfortunate moment, and for Lydia, who is not aware of Linai's serious psychological attack, she thought that things were still under normal circumstances. She in fact, gave way and avoided a confrontation with her the moment Linai starts spewing abusive words toward the maid.

However, Linai took this as a sign of provocation. She continued hurling sharp words toward Lydia, which the latter did not take seriously. She was accused of stealing the bar of chocolate and other perceived abuses done by the maid when her masters are not around.

As Lydia turned her back against the furious Linai, one look at a sharp knife beside the sink is all that it takes to get back at the maid who ignored her. She grabbed the knife and plunged it at the back of Lydia without any resistance from the maid. Ten stabs for a chocolate bar that is not theirs in the first place is what ends this story on a tragic note. As for the master's 11-year old daughter who left the chocolate in the table, her carelessness will surely give her a lesson she will remember for the rest of her life.

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From People's Tonight
July 4, 2007
MAID STABBED 10X OVER CHOCOLATE BAR

A housemaid was stabbed 10 times by her employer's relative, believed suffering from a mental illness, following a disagreement over a chocolate bar yesterday in Caloocan City.

The knife was still embedded at the back of Lydia Largo, 45, when Northern Police District Scene of the Crime Office operatives headed by Senior Insp. Carlos Mendez arrived at the crime area on 243 Nangka Road, Caloocan City.

Mendez said the suspect, Linai Erasimo, 32, single of Block 45, Lot 17, Kaunlaran Village, Malabon City was arrested and authorities said she will be locked behind bars once they find out that she is already well...

Grade 2 (Bamboo Sways Remix)

Be ever fearful of what you wish for, for in the end, you may never know what surprises it bring.

- Anonymous, A Reply To The Entry White (Wet) Party

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Our first encounter was an unusual one. He was in a forum, where the thread founder was a pro-masculine/discreet guy who wanted to create a thread void of any effeminates. Looking at the picture of this pretender, I knew with just one look how lanky and pretentious he is. Being the sarcastic person that I am sometimes, I entertained myself throwing lines to this guy which somehow knocked off his beliefs about his masculinity.

And then he came. He thought that I was serious with my character being an effeminate who punches boys on their faces. The little joke lead to constant private message exchanges which ended into trading of cell numbers, as well as with YM accounts.

In one of our IM conversations, he became flirty. The naughty message exchanges (which continued in texting) lead to my first time, taking a shot of my cock, just to send the image to him thru MMS. He was very raunchy and I like him for that. Never did I thought that June will end and still, I would retain him as one of my text mates.

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We planned to meet last week. Unfortunately, some unforeseen events forced him to cancel our meeting, leaving me with a free time to do to others what we were supposed to do. It was the day I was humiliated twice by being rejected. It was also the day I realized how I should always put my feet on the ground, for in truth, I am not that appealing in person. It takes someone with a weird character to force me out of my nutshell.

A week passed without any communication. At first, I thought his number was a candidate for deletion. But last night, he texted me, "kilala mo p ba q par?" The message, though simple and unassuming somehow made me realize that we have been in contact for so long, I should keep his often misguided friendship, for we have endured without getting bored with each other.

So I kept his number and texted him, "kilala pa kita dude, I can't forget u."

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This afternoon we decided to meet.

We met because he was about to meet someone else, and in order to kill some time, he did what other eye-ballers would love to do; kill two birds with one stone.

He arrived at past 4 pm at the LRT station near my place. My plan was to invite him in, but unfortunately, my sister is at home. I could not afford inviting a visitor whose motives is something I'm really not sure of. Instead, we decided to meet at a convenience store nearby and proceed to a watering hole where we could have some drinks.

"basta par, kapag may nakita kang mukhang unggoy ako na yun." He said.

"ako naman yung naka-pink na shirt na may glitters ang pants." I jokingly replied.

I thought he would take my joke seriously, knowing him as someone very paranoid with effeminates. But lo and behold, he still decided to meet me despite not being sure of the person he will be seeing.

He was seated in one of the chairs when I arrived. He had a long hair, a moreno skin and a height the same as mine. Like what I've expected, he was very masculine - and very extrovert too, compared to me, who rarely smiled or talked during regular meet ups.

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We proceeded at his inuman place back near his school. It was some blocks away from SM Manila, and it had a videoke bar and billiard tables, which exudes an aura of being a no-femme place. Surprisingly, he knew everyone there - even the barmaids who flirted with him. But being a good host, he introduced me to everyone - even to his transvestite friend and his songbird bestfriend who became our table-mate the whole afternoon.

The drinking session gave me a glimpse of what a person he is. Initial impressions tell that he is a certified tripper, a bisexual who would flirt with girls, gays and PLUs so long as he would get a fuck in return. He has a girlfriend, which he proudly showed to me their picture on his phone. However, he is a horndog. Like Paolo, who Kitsune met at Club Bath a week ago, he was relentless. I wonder why I do get involved with bad boys like them.

Does it mean that I'm as equally bad as these guys?

After two bottles of Red Horse (and some songs later), we informed our table-mates that we have to go. Honestly, I enjoyed being exposed to his world, for it is something I rarely experience nowadays - since my world has always been the dance floor. For all I know, he decided to keep me as a friend, a tropa who he can hang-around when his bored and restless. But to my surprise, he proved himself seeking more than what I have already expected.

"Mauulit ito pare, lalo na't hindi pa kita naano." He said in a slurry voice while walking along Ayala Boulevard.

I was silent, but when he put his arm around my shoulders, I understood what he meant.

Without any warning, he started squeezing my thing, and before I knew it, he put his hands inside my jerseys. I told him, "wag dito tol. Ayaw mo naman lumaban ng patas eh." He just smiled and continued to tell me things that he would do, once he get me to bed with him.

The conversation went on through the night. It was disrupted by constant flirting, dirty talking and obvious sexual acts, which I never did in my entire life in public. He was game and he woke up the demon in me. Soon, I was telling him how I would make him regret how he cornered me once we get a face-off at a motel.

Unfortunately, such opportunity was never meant to happen tonight.

I was only a third wheel when it comes to his itinerary. He was bound to meet with another guy in Cavite, whom he planned to sleep-over for the night. Describing what the guy looked like in our conversation, I knew that I was no match for him. Besides, being the perpetual giver, I understood that we were meant to flirt with each other and nothing more.

In between the squeezing and rubbing part, I told him my story. In return to my openness, he shared some things about him, which he never told me during our chat conversations. In just a brief time, I learned where I'm coming from, without telling him the real deal about me. I knew that we are similar in so many ways, and what he really liked about me is that I am undetectable to him.

I'm just too masculine to be branded as PLU-bottom.

Nevertheless, I vowed to stay with him so long as he could not find a bus or an FX going to Cavite. In such a brief moment - that could actually be measured by the time I stayed with a one night stand partner, I was able to leave my humanity's imprint, long enough for him to long for it the next time around.

Unless his sex partner for the night proves to be more human and open than me.

We parted ways with a promise to see each other again soon. For me, he was one of the eye-balls, which actually ended in a more hopeful and promising note.

I don't look forward anymore to any intimate activity that may happen between us. What's important is that I had the most unusual meet-up with him, and how he made me feel confident about myself by openly telling me that I am his trip, despite my perception that I am inferior to him.

July begins and this is my opening salvo. His story is just one of the developing story-arcs that may appear in the entries this month. There are more promising meets out there, but despite that, I wish that this would not be the end for both of us. I fervently hope that fate would allow him to stay,

For he is just too unique and unusual for me to let him go that easily.

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The day after our meeting, I found out that the guy whom he had sex last night is already his first lover. The news greeted me with a stabbing pain on my chest. We met, just to send him off to where his happiness lies and in the process, I got to know a cool person, only to lose him in the end.

This must be our fate.