I hate chores. That stupid broom, the mop, cleaning my room, washing the toilet, ect.. These work actually seems harder to me than the one and a half hour of hard work in the gym.
I wake up at 8 or 9 o'clock almost every day in the holidays. I usually go on my PC for Facebook or WriterBabu. Yesterday was different. Dad was off-duty. First thing I heard when I opened the door of my room, still half-asleep and yawning like a idiot was:
"Clean your room. Its so dirty. Look at all the dirt and scattered books everywhere and..."
"Hey, I got homework to complete. I have to revise my lessons. The exams are near.."
So dad nicknamed me the king of the laziness. Well,Being a king is such a hard- worked title. What an achievement.. :D
