Chronicles of AJ

      Leonardo Da Vinci's  Mona Lisa  is one of the most exquisite work of arts. It's a half-length portrait of Lisa Gherardini. The first time I saw the Mona Lisa, I was wondering what all the fuss was about. I only saw a woman with an enigmatic smile. Surprisingly however, I couldn't take my eyes off it. There was something that kept my eyes glued to it. The lady in the portrait was not breathtakingly beautiful, she was not standing in any of the Tyra Banks kind of pose, she had no pouted lips, I mean the lady doesn't even have eyebrows but somehow she was captivating.         So being the curious girl I am, I decided to read more about the Mona Lisa. What I found out was amazing. What should have been an ordinary painting turned out to be one of the most famous arts of all time. Why? Because of the careful planning that went into the making of the Mona Lisa. Every little detail on the painting meant something. The look in her eyes, ...

Okay I am so excited right now. You remember in my very first post WHY BLOGGING I explained why I started a blog {I still can't believe its been a week already}. Because my main motivation was boredom, I didn't really give much thought to who was reading. As long as I kept my fingers and brain busy I was okay. However after writing my first real post this view I so believed changed. I realized I really wanted people to listen to what i had to say. If just a person would make sense and take sense out of my writings, I would be fulfilled. Imagine my surprise when my childhood buddy called me this afternoon. I couldn't even make his voice out because it has indeed been years since I last heard him speak. So I am busy trying to recognize the voice and I hear him say, "TECHNOLOGIZED" And I'm thinking "whoa he actually read my blog?". Was it a coincidence that my childhood friend should call me after reading a post about keeping relationships alive?...

I have never understood any of Shakespeare's works at a glance. That man can write ruff. He has the ability to compact a poem and at the same time weave into it profound wisdom. My favorite of his sonnets is ''Let me not to the marriage of true minds". That poem speaks volumes of truth. The poem that got me thinking today however is: "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon...

     So I'm sitting in my room, watching a movie about two blondes and I can't even make heads or tails of the plot, probably because i am busy chatting on my phone at the same time.      In the course of the movie, I hear my stomach growl and the struggle began.The problem here is, I really do not want to leave my room into that hot sun. So I think hey, "why don't I call a friend and ask that he brings me food".  Just then i hear the voice of my friend Samuel whisper in my mind, 'Your room is really your comfort zone.' Indeed he has a point,i barely leave my room unless its absolutely necessary. I am surrounded by all i need. I have my laptop,my phone, a strong internet connection, a television i barely watch, a fridge for food, a ceiling fan and whatnot.{Thank God for technology}. So basically, i have all the entertainment a young adult could possibly want.     About two weeks ago i recall i was having a conversation on wha...

                                                                  DIVERGENT Two roads before me Each I yearn to take This worry my heart has plagued The choice I must make So I draw nigh to the old I know It’s comfort I have known for days unknown To ply it’s rugged curves I know To discover what my heart seeks the most A final look at the other road I take New possibilities, l stand to gain What it holds, I’m yet to see What if it holds the best for me Two roads before me Each I yearn to take My heart it’s choice has made The new road I gladly take.

                                                         WORDS FALL A pit of pain This vacuum none can fill My mouth refuses to speak My hearts grief too great to voice So my words trickle down All I have to say falls as tears I pray to he who chooses to listen For just a day I silently scream To behold her in my arms again Silence is what greets my request My plea heaven has rejected So my words trickle down All I have to say falls as tears. To my fate I have resigned From this journey none can return A moment in time, captured, in print Is really all you left for me If the wind blows where you are Then my love whisper you will hear Still my words trickle d...

Reading is my life. I find it more exciting than spending a day at the beach{call me a nerd}. Writing on the other hand is my not so favourite. If it's not for marks at school or an entry into my diary, then i probably won't bother writing anything that exceeds five lines. So why did i start a blog? The answer is simple; boredom and OB ABENSER{ Founder of AuntieOboshie then FashionistaGh and Excelsis} I completed my diploma course yesterday.{diploma in communication studies,GIJ} What this means is that i have so much time on my hands but i have nothing to do, absolutely nothing. So my neighbour{Bra Ob} suggested that i do something profitable with my time. He suggested i travel or start a blog.Well with the current condition of my purse, travelling is out of the question. Moreover my over-protective dad will not permit it{i love him ruff}. I will take up travelling some day soon. That will be when my purse is smiling with me.  So here i am, with my own blog. Thanks to my ...