Last-minute assignments really
kill, i tell ya. And may god give me (or us) the strength to withstand his
awesomely pleasant smell in the whole length of his lecture tomorrow.
For hygience's sake, I strongly hope he's gotten his body scrubbed well with an ample amount of dettol tomorrow & brought cologne along so that he could spray it to every part of his body in every interval to eradicate (oops, okay no, at least control) that body odour of his. Oh, and a towel comes in handy too to wipe off that bucket load of sweat, and oh my god, most importantly, i really really pray he won't spit around whenever he talks. Disgusting innit! It'll sure be an earful, since we ignored his calls last week- not even a single one of us bothered to answer his call.
When's that blood test results gonna be out? It's been a week and three days since, and I've yet to receive any news about the gruesome thing.
Fingers crossed,
Oh the joy- happy fifth to us us us!
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