My whole day thus far has been a very bad mash-up of Wall Street and the Starter Wife.

Why do my parents pick the WORST possible times to teach me how to do things? I do appreciate that stock marketing as well as learning how to run the gamut of household chores are essential life skills that every independent young woman should have; but really, couldn't this have been timed a little better? Say it with me: SEVENTEEN DAYS TO A LEVELS

It's 4:41PM now and I'm only just starting work. My Singapore compatriots have probably been awake since 2AM studying. Thanks, Mum. Thanks, Dad.

Hey- if I end up failing my A Levels; at least with my newfound knowhow I could make a living helping people turn on their dryers!