Me : Aiyah, feel so unwell.
Me : Erm, I'm sick?
Dad: You are?
Me : What, you didn't know?
Dad: Nobody tells me anything in this house!!!
Maybe I should had done a more theatrical cough. You know, LOUD with the flailing handkerchief, launching myself 3 meters backwards upon releasing a cough, fake blood, fainting and falling down the stairs dramatically (i.e.: remembering to hit every step with all my limbs).
But I have a nagging suspicion that it might end up like this;
Dad: Did something drop?
On other news, PY, speedy-blog-entry goddess, has already written about Bangkok.
Talk about pressure.