I started the day by deciding to do a little Math. You see, I have this Math test coming up in a few days and I thought that it would be best if I actually got myself into the mood by doing some Math papers. That way, I would be all ready to punch away at my graphic calculator as the ask me to reject hypothesis and arrange families at the dining table. I decided that I wanted a challenge, so I picked the Hwa Chong paper to do. To all you Hwa Chong readers out there (Who am I kidding, I only have 3 readers*), your prelim papers are really sick. The questions have so many death traps, pit fall traps, and time sinks in there that it is not even funny. I gave up at question 9. This is the first time I ever did so poorly for a Math paper. I got so demoralized I almost died.

Of course that was not the near death experience, though I did see my mathematical spirit leave my body to take a retreat to the Himalayas. Anyway, Kenneth and I took a break from the studying and we went out for waffles. Of course the waffle shop was closed, as it has been for like a week. But my brain was still bleeding from the paper that I did not realize it. While crossing the road to the Serangoon Village (Yup, I officially live in a village now), a car stopped right in front of us, possibly to recall which way to turn, or maybe to see what the workers were doing to the man hole at the side of the road. But unfortunately, the taxi driver behind her was not in the mood to wait, to recall which way to turn, or to look at workers doing their man hole thing. So he went ahead and gave her a good bump on the left rear (That sounded a little kinky). The car spun (No such word as spinned? Cool never knew that) a little and I swear I saw some parts flying out of the car. I think she went on panic mode and forgot where the brake pedal or hand breaks were, so she went ahead and pressed down on the accelerator, and drove on to the pavement which we were walking along a few seconds ago, whacked the street lights, and went up the hill a bit. Thank goodness we were not in the way, but I think it is even more fortunate that the workers did not get ran over. I seriously think that she swerved the car sharply to avoid hitting them, but Kenneth says otherwise.

So that is my account of how I almost died. This experience has taught me the importance of not driving in front of kan choing spiders (Kan choing means impatient, for all you non Singaporean readers).

*Based on estimates done by my secret blog agent**

** He is disappoint