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I hate washing cloths. I hate wiping the floor. I hate cleaning the toilet. I hate folding my cloths. I hate keeping my bed...In short, I hate doing my chores. I once told my friend about this. He suggested, "that's why you need to find a girlfriend and get married so she can clean the house, cook for you and wash your cloths, etc."
"Well," I replied, "if I need someone to clean the house and cook for me, I might as well get a maid- it's cheaper that way and I don't have to be stuck in bed with her for the rest of my life if she has bad breath..."

So when do I clean my house and tuck in my unwashed socks under my bed? Well, when I have a visitor or two coming to my house. Why? Because I don't want them to see/think that I'm such a pig (single, lonely, sad, lazy, pathetic...if that makes any sense) and that I'm still 'reading' FHM mag (a legacy from Singapore). After all, I'm a Singapore-educated person and working for UN! (I like the sound of the words 'Singapore' and 'UN').

When my former housemate told me that his friends would be coming for his wedding this week and asked me if I could let them sleep in my house for a couple of days, I knew what I had to do. Yeah! Cleaning the house! I hate it but this is one of rare occasions that force me to clean my house.

So if you are planning to visit me, do inform me in advance.