Beautiful Liar

There was once a girl named Lior De Leo. Lior was a generally good girl, a congenial girl with a sweet disposition. She did her homework, ate her vegetables and helped around with the house work. The one vice Lior had was that she lied. She lied to everybody, including herself- about anything and everything she could think of.
One day, Lior was walking to school (at least thats what she claimed) when she stumbled across a pair of green shoes.This was a magical pair of shoes for this was the only pair in all universe which could talk- not just one, but both right and left. The problem was, one of them always lied and one of them always told the truth. And whats worse, they interchanged roles everytime 100 steps they walked. But the left shoe always appealed to your head, and the right to your heart.
Their lying got their masters into unimaginable troubles. No one could help but be bewitched by the lull of the red shoes, with their swett alluring voice creepin up your feet and straight to your heart and head. One master ate his own fingers when the shoes convinced him that he was hungry and his fingers were actually tasty. Another master drove his car over the cliff- the shoes told him to turn left instead of right, because going right is faster and avoids the traffic ahead.
The shoes were not bad, or withmalice, they are actually quite nice. But their nature to lie and speak to truth contemporeanously is very misleading and often gets people into sticky situation, over a cliff ,without a finger..etc.
But Lior knew nothing of this. All she saw was a pretty pair of shoes. So she put them on and she started walking. And before you can say "Liar liar shoes on fire', the lies began.
To be Continued. Or not.

Dead Or Alive

It seems like eons ago since I (or anybody for that matter) posted something on this blog. Even the blogging interface looks different. I don't even know when was the last time I spoke to at least half the contributors on the list. This is an attempt by me to bring back the spark in your lives. Yes i puked in mouth a little, but you get the idea. Just post something rather than wondering how long will it be until the next time someone does so. And since it's gonna be the first post since the almost a year hiatus, so it better be something good (and not a copy and paste from one of your forwarded emails). This post doesn't count. The next one will. It may be you, it may be me.... I'm not even sure if any of this makes sense. I wonder if the title for this post has been used in this blog before... And who the fuck is Ariani?