the girl in striped camisole

My handsome cousin.
getting more handsome by each family gathering
=)

I decided that I will stop dreaming about marrying into a wealthy family and own a room full of shoes, clothes and bags.
I am no hot babe, so this fantasy will never come true.
But I think this next dream might sound more logical.

I think I should either fall in love or marry a doctor or the heir to Raffles Medical Group or even SingHealth.

I fall sick so often that I think those doctors that I visit secretly rub their hands in glee and punch the air in joy when they see my name because Annabel = money. And mind you, the sicknesses that I have are not your average fever but neither is it death-defying like say.....SARS.

Sometimes I think my mother and God has something against me.
Not that I am lamanting about my lack of looks or brains
BUT
why I have so many medical problems?
-pulls hair out-

I have skin problem - my skin pigment is unbalanced, I can never achieve Karen Mok's sexy gams.
I have spinal problem - my nerve protrudes my bone, I cringe each time I overwork my back.
I have stomach problems- I hugged the toilet bowl and puked out green maggi mee and I fainted.
I have eye problems - my oil glands are so active that I had to undergo 3 stye operations.

I spend so much money seeing dermatologist, eye surgeons, doing X-ray and all that I think the best thing I could do to repay my mother is to find a surgeon boyfriend.
Or maybe a doctor sugar daddy.
Or maybe a boss of the insurance company.

That way, I can go in and out of the hospital at my whim and not pay a single cent.
because I get to claim.

Perfect solution to all my medical woes.
I'm so smart.
-whoops hand in joy-