[upon entering the spinning studio, i was amazed to see people in action already]

es: “gee… hey what time did this class start?”
guy on bike, spinning and puffing: “12”

es: “HUH??? it’s supposed to start at 1245! it’s only 1240, i’m early!”
gun on bike: “1245 was yesterday”

es: “WHAT?? SHITE. i thought today’s tuesday!”
[climbs onto bike, clumsily adjusts the height of the seat while simmering in embarrassment.]

instructor: “hi, i just want to tell you i’m not actually supposed to let you join the class if you’re late. but it’s alright.”
es: “yeah i’m so sorry, i thought i was early, tuesday, 1245…” (obviously not making sense while trying to explain)

so all though the spinning class, or whatever’s left of it, i was brought back to my NTU days, when i took Lumpston’s lit class in NIE…

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[cheesy visual swirl, denoting the travel back in time]

es, strolls into class 10mins late with dripping wet hair and sits down.

prof: “hi, where were you?”
es: “oh, i went swimming.”

prof: “ok can you please leave the class now.”
es: “HUH???” (perplexed and confused, i started to pack my bag to leave, wondering why on earth was i penalised for being only 10mins late)

es, whispering to friend: “what’s wrong with him? i’m only 10mins late!”
friend of es: “no you’re not, you’re an hour and 10mins late!”
es: “oh gawd, SHITE…”

friend of es: “sir, she thought the class starts at 2pm.”

prof: “is that so?”
es: [nods profusely]

prof: “in that case, it’s a misunderstanding. you may stay.”
es: [slouches really deep into chair while the rest of the class remains amused]

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sigh, i really have an issue with time.