My Last Week As A First Year Student

Monday

Round of applause in the auditorium as the last minute of Film Studies class ticked off. It was also the end of our final class test, and since we don’t have any exams for this unit, it was definitely the last glimpse I would ever have of Film Studies.

It took me back to last semester’s TV studies, which is the matching unit for Film, except that this time it was definitely over. Lectures that were basically movie screening times are over. No more watching movies as homework, for assignment research, or for revision.

First year is over. The scoring and easy parts of university work are done.

busted

We also clapped after our last World Politics lecture. Short and sweet class. That’s how my friends and I ended up in the library and I decided that I wanted mugshots hehe.

Mondays have always been my favourite days. Not only because of the idea of starting the week with a movie in the Film lecture, but also because it is the only day when I meet all my friends. Not only in class, but also in our Monash Performing Arts Club weekly meetings:) This semester, as a committee member, I feel even more grateful.

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It’s Never Too Late… For A Selfie!

It’s never too late for a new blog post either!

For those of you who love to participate in the Weekly Photo Challenge as much as I do you may notice how the title relates to the fact that I haven’t been blogging for two weeks but I really want to remedy to that by still giving a shot at one of the challenges I missed which was ‘Selfie’.

1st take:

selfie with Teddy

You can actually find this photo on my Instagram. Follow me @dkwaye !

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Art Is Changing My Life

Some of you might remember that when I started this blog, I said that I had a new hobby every year.

Only writing remains constant throughout my life’s journey, since it’s more than a hobby, it’s a passion, well, it hasn’t always been constant but it always came back – I always came back to it.

French fanfiction in 2008, vidding in 2010, makeup and blogging in 2011, novelist-huge-breakthrough-plans in 2012… For some I… well I didn’t give up but I kind of was out of time to do all so I had to eliminate, while for others, like blogging especially, remained and will remain in my life I believe.

nude art woman's back

And in 2013…

Art.

Of course, everything I stated above is art, but what I mean is that this year I’m embracing the very basic stereotype form of art, which is the visual one, painting and drawing. The one art I drowned in when I could not even read and write, which made me use up all the paint pots and try out all the cheap painting brushes we had in our family’s shop, and which made me wonder about beautiful sunsets painted on canvas…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day In The Life Of An Artist!

I know I usually do weekly photo challenges on Wednesdays, but a lot happened this weekend, and I’ve also being very active on Instagram. And this week’s photo challenge is ‘A Day in My Life‘!

I’m mainly going to concentrate on how I spent my Sunday, although you still deserve some explanations over Saturday and Monday:

On Saturday, we, Mauritians, have been victims of a never-seen-and-witnessed torrential rain situation. Unexpected floods, unpredicted (or compelled to silence) by the media, despite all the technologies we possess, which caused deaths and panic… My mother and I were far from our home, in a shopping mall, and we were so taken aback when we went out and saw that water was all over the pavements and roads… it came up to our ankles!

And I had to buy art supplies.

Anyway, I’m still alive! If you want to know more about this, my best friend just wrote a blog post about it here: Mauritius These Days…

So when I woke up on Sunday, it didn’t feel like Easter. Nevertheless, I ate chocolate bunnies!:) Thus, here’s the first photo for the Daily post challenge:

chocolate Easter bunnies

Lindt!!! ♥ Yumyumyum…

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So This Is Christmas!

fallen angel

So this is Christmas…

But what have you done?

That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.

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