Murder in my mind...

Have you met someone who just love to annoy the life out of you, constantly complaining about, well.... anything and/or deliberately make fun of your quirks in front of everyone just for the joy of embarrassing someone (me)? What are you going to do about it? Just ignore all the insults and move on? Or are you going to take matters into your own hands?

The idea of brutally inserting a sharp blade onto someone's back is not something that I enjoy. Hell, I don't even like blood. Anyway, let me tell you a story of what I mean...

It was the mid-year school holidays and relatives from Bintulu came to visit me and the family. Among them, there was one guy who, to be honest, I wasn't sure whether he's my cousin or not. All I know about him was, he had a Chinese girlfriend because she visited us as well. From the first impression, he obviously failed.

Everything in my house doesn't impress him one bit. He would voice it out to my cousins. He was a difficult guy to hang out with. Not a single day of the holidays were happy days, all thanks to him. In fact, one of his biggest complaints is my games console. You see, those were the times when PS2 was too expensive for me to afford. All I had was the old-fashioned original Play Station. Day after day, he would just talk non-stop about how cool PS2 was, how lame and outdated PS1 games were, etc. Sometimes, he would just make fun of whatever that he finds odd about me. He even imitates the things he thought was funny about me. This obviously amused everyone else but those cruel insults infuriated me.

Then there was one night where he clearly crossed the line. There were 4 of us playing a football (soccer) game. As usual, he does all the diva-like complaining. I GET IT!!!!!!!!!! PS2 RULEZZZZ & I'M WEEEEEIIRRRRRDDDDDDD....... just because he said so. Quietly, I retreated to the kitchen. By this time, I was extremely angry & offended I just wanted to kill him. I had set my mind on getting a large kitchen knife. I can tell you this. At that moment, I was not being myself. I was literally watching myself about to commit a crime.

I was halfway through the dining room, almost reaching the living room where that pathetic baboon was. Then suddenly, my auntie walked down the stairs to go to the kitchen. Obviously, she saw me with a knife and she asked me was I doing. I told her I was cooking something. At that moment, I managed to 'gain control' of myself. So the baboon lives. Good for him. The end.

Even up to this day, I still can't believe I had such intention & actually doing it (almost). Anyway, that was my story about murder.Simple? Yeah, I know. But it happened. Imagine if my auntie didn't come down in time, I would have written this post behind bars.

Until then.....................