101 rAnDoM Musings

{ Introduction. }

{ INTRODUCTION }

This is a product of highly random (or not so!) thoughts, overdose of caffeine (well, not really) and the inner musings of a young girl who has nothing better to do.

When you read the above paragraph, you will realise that actually, despite the fact that there are three things that caused this, only one is true. No, really, think about it. It isn't completely random after I think about it (but it's an opinion anyway) and I don't actually drink or eat a lot of caffeine.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Back to the point because I have a tendency to digress. This is basically what I think at random times-just penned down. I don't actually think in fancy words unless I want to, but I like writing in sophisticated sentence structures and vivid language, with pen ink blossoming on fresh white paper, the nearly inaudible sound of pen on paper reaching my ears in an indescribable melody.

See what I did there? *wink* I don't think like that. If put in my thoughts (without being filtered through the Good Vocabulary Filter in my brain, it'll just be something like:

Writing in good language is fun, lol. Haha. I don't think like that though.

Am I getting naggy? Boring? Uninteresting?

Yes, I'm very sure I am, but I frankly don't care yet care at the same time.

I assure you, the rest of this book will be like this. Please stop reading if you don't enjoy it (I am dead serious here) because books are meant to be enjoyed.

I also need to emphasise this: 

Everyone has their own opinion—and this is just my opinion on things. So please, don't leave flames and stuff like that on this story.

Thank you, and enjoy!

(Or maybe not, if you don't enjoy.)

P.S. I haven't gone to my main point yet.

P.P.S. Yeah. I know this is lame and me saying that it's lame doesn't make it any less lame.

P.P.P.S. Sorry about the repeated post-scrips. I just wanted to get this message across: these are the things that go on in my head, elaborated and put into an essay. Some may be long, others may be short.

Random? Yep.

Readable? Probably not for most.

Will I regret this first chapter after some time? Yes, I know I will because in a few years, I'll be looking back and wondering how I could be so childish.

And why am I still posting this, then?

Because I want to have a book about my inner thoughts and musings, no matter how weird it (or I) seem.

Am I finally done with this chapter which is about absolutely nothing?

Well, yes.

So read on if you want to.

I'm tempted to dare you to do so, because you may find this either extremely intriguing or painfully dull.

It's like an acquired taste.