They love my blood.

I think I must have done something really bad to the mosquitoes when I was a kid and made myself into their history and since then all their grandchildren, great grandchildren, great great grandchildren and all have been taught to attack me whenever they smell me, throughout the country.

They will only bite me even when I am with a crowd. Whats worse is they wont bite my mum even when she wears shorts and I wear long pants! They always target me. My mum’s words of comfort often fail to work too.

me : arrggghhhh!!! Maaaa! The mozzies keep biting me! *whines*
mum : Bite them back lah.
me : …..

Atfer this incident, I have tried my best to kill all the mozzies in my sight and will laugh evilly whenever I do. Makes me feel damn good(but that doesnt happen frequently). Here I am now, getting bitten all over my legs and very much to my annoyance, I cant see them!

I am angry! *roaaarrr*