cikgu didn't come today so mr wong took over.
mr wong: is this conversational malay?
aqilah and i: huh? no.
mr wong: huh..i thought this room is conversational malay. *goes out of the room*
10 seconds later..
mr wong:*walks back into the room* this is the correct room.
i think he meant malay and not conversational malay. ok anyway..
mr wong: oh cikgu wants you all to do a speech about your best friend's wedding.
aqilah and i: huh..
me: freak. why..
mr wong: what did you say? did you say the f word?? *comes closer to me*
me: whaaat?!! no!!!
mr wong: yeah, sure you didn't.
and aqilah sitting there not defending me but laughing instead-.-
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preparing to write the instructions on the board..
me: huh..i don't believe we're supposed to write a speech about a wedding and the instructions you tell me also not clear. how to do?
mr wong: haha, i don't even understand malay and you're asking me. fine, if you don't believe me that ya'll supposed to do a speech, then i show you cikgu's sms. *he actually took out his phone and showed the sms to me*
me: oh ppffttt..fine fine i believe you.
then he had that look on his face like haha-i-told-you face.
and he calls himself a qualified teacher. how ironic.