Matthew Benedict

I’ve been itching to bitch about something the past 24 hours. And when I bitch around, it’s through blogging. Nothing makes me feel better – aside from being in contact with PJ – than writing an amusing piece.

Now where was I? NB: my thoughts get lost when PJ enters the frame. I wanted to blog with my trademark sarcasm which my friends love, when I got an SMS from my brother. He said he already posted Matthew Benedict’s photos on his Friendster account.

Seeing my nephew’s photos – his fragility and how my brother and sister-in-law hold him dear simply melted me – my disposition changed; when just minutes ago I was ranting about an ‘ambisyosa’ co-worker and fast forward, the car that stopped in front of me and splashed water into my right foot. It was a sudden change in mood.

Now I’m adoring my nephew. Later, I will blog about a former co-worker who was never spared from my wrath and utter bitchiness. I so loved to torment IT (tae po sya) that when I saw IT the other day, how I wished IT was still working with us so I could enjoy tormenting IT and making ITS life a living hell. But then, IT didn’t survive my cruelty. Tales of ITS incompetence didn’t interest me, and neither would you be.

Ta-ta!