A second entrance, and a second applause

Ladies and gentlemen,

I feel obliged to welcome you all back to the show. It has been renamed and modified, upgraded and rated, henceforth! This is Mistcakes, and I am your grand host, your royal dignity, your conscience and your thoughts, put here into words!* Welcome to Mistcakes where they happen and sometimes, they just slip by you even during registration of blogs!

* I am also a dramatist, and may exagerrate or lie as I see fit.

My first act, is to decree a semblance of who I am.

I am a person that temporarily suffers from bouts of melancholy. Thus, I am handicapped by the limitations that such feeling impulses on me. This is in fact a rejuvenation of my foremost thoughts, embodied into the consciousness of my fingers that slide across the keys that allow themselves to pressed and my meaning construes itself into sentences of coherence which may or may not be read by those possessing literary skills, depending on their level of achievement within the finer confines of the English language.**

** Roughly translates to "This is my fucking blog, and I write shit when bored."

Alas, the pavilion that holds my desires and my thoughts are with me tonight! That calls for a topic of discussion, of persecution, of debate and of judgement, and such are topics that I may or may not touch on.

As I sit here eating lime peel, I have to wonder what addiction is. Lime peel may be mine. I can scarce go for more than a day or two without it, or some similar food which enables me to suckle upon its strong, sour taste. Long have I gone with it. It has been my father and my mother, it was my brother, it was your brother, and your mother, and father too.*** It was all that I wanted, and all that I need, and I could easily spend dozens of Ringgit in order to get a plentiful supply that may last me the week.

***I originally tried to put sister there too, but it just didn't ring that well.

In short, I am an addict. If I could, I would eat every meal with it. About the only thing that is stopping me is that I run out of it too fast to make it last through every meal. And I snack on them too. This makes it disappear faster than your contact on my MSN list. Just like how I need to regulate my MSN list, I also need to regulate my lime peel intake. Of course, one I regulate solely on the basis of "Is this person someone I can't stand at all?" while the other requires a more economic approach (read: scarcity).

In any case, I believed I am doomed to spend the rest of my life harboring intent of wanting to eat lime peel. About the only way I could think of stopping it is to, well, replace it with another addiction, but when you think about it, lime peel addiction is not that bad. What is the worst that could happen? ****

**** Probably choke to death on one, but let's ignore this.

Thank you for reading that tirade. If you simply scrolled all the way down here for no apparent reason, thank you for not closing the page immediately upon its loading. If you do not get far enough to read this, well, I've got nothing to say to you (and you have nothing to read, anyway).

Ciaoserricious~~~