I am an impulsive person.

Over the years I have accumulated enough decisions, actions and stunts to rightly claim the status of being the Impulsive Queen who STILL is reigning supreme and mighty. Sometimes, actions taken were excellent, while others can sometimes be rather disastrous.

Some notable catastrophes:

• I kissed a boy whom in my little mind at that time thought he was the cutest thing ever existed after my blue pacifier. He told his older sister, whom came looking for me the next day, demanding to know why I'd kissed her little brother. I was 5 yrs old back then. Angry Sister was 6 and Cute Boy was 5 like me. We were in the same institution - kindergarten.

• I peed by the longkang in manner of squatting down with the skirt yanked up, panty pulled down and couldn't care less for anything in the world for the next 30 secs. This, was still in kindergarten (thank goodness) Reason being, I was so busy playing catch with the other kids, that had me missed my school bus. In which I didn't realize at first, and while waiting, I felt I needed to relieve myself. So ... ta-da!

• I bullied my daddy. Extremely in fact. (I was still small la, so give me a break and stop rolling those eyes k? :P) Every morning, at about 6+ am while the sun hadn't risen yet, I used to consistently cry and wail so that daddy would take me out to see little yellow chicks reared by this neighbor who lived a few houses away. So daddy would wake up while mummy was still sleeping soundly, dragged himself to my baby cot, scooped me up into a baby-pram and ... yes, made his Lil Impulsive Princess very happy and pleased. I was at that time about, 1 - 3 yrs old.

Fast forwarding a bit and...

• It was high school. During one of my favorite Chemistry classes, in the lab one day, I decided so intelligently that the 'potion' we were brewing at that time would look magnificent in purple (purple, simply being my fav color, and if you still don't know by now - shame on you!). I think I added Natrium Klorida, or was it Natrium Sulfida and the whole concoction literally, not exploded, but popped off, emitting a dangerous-sounding *Ssssssssssss…* Shocked we all were, we somehow thought it was something new and exciting that we could all dabble in while lab lessons got boring. I didn’t get my purple concoction by the way. And if any of you Kimia wizards out there who knows exactly what NaSo₄ + NH₄Cl + etc = Something purple (which most importantly DO NOT explode), be nice and do let me know and I love you k?

• Still in high school, I hated the long-winded school assemblies. You’d think managing boys is tough work, wait till you handle 500+ girls where not throwing your sanitary pads into the designated bins correctly is deemed a very serious offence and needed public ‘counseling’ almost every Monday assembly. *Roll eyes* So, impulsive girl seek escape by huddling with the other girls, with some pretended to have gastric pains and some with period cramps to have ourselves admitted to the Sick Bay. Oh, the school actually named that room Sick Bay for students who fall sick during school hours. Like us ;)

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Every tv show has commercial breaks. So must this interesting blog. HAHAHA, ok ok, I won’t push it. But really, it’s 12.33 am now and the impulsiveness in me tells me that I should shut down my notebook and go to sleep. Which, I shall obey – as usual. 

Part II to be continued ...