Never giving up no matter how steep the fall could be, or how many times you stumble over an unforeseen rock, or attempted to achieve something and having failed or not reached your high expectations: That is what it takes to make a step forward with pride.
Throughout these past two years I have been taught many things, but, no-one has injected my will to keep going on, Improve, or Grow. Now, with a grin of satisfaction, I look back, and the memories have turned out to be a polished choreography. A choreography where, at first, my lack of experience kept getting stepped on its naked feet. Being swayed from one side to another in a sequence of incoherent steps, in an insecure motion, was simply an exasperating challenge. But eagerly and with determination, I went along with it and at last, the threesome steps collided together, swaying from side to side until the choreography was complete. My own handful of experiences have turned out to be a Waltz of my own.
lots of love,
Natasha
xx
Dear je n'aime pas le pink diary,
It has been two, hectic, years - and we (my school year) finally made it to graduation day. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more stressful as hunting high and low for an appropriate dress at the last moment, the shop racks seemed to have diminished my size clothes. It just wasn't on. I will also care to remark the fact that I am quite picky when it comes to dresses... that is why I rather wear a pair of pants when going out at night (you don't have to worry about them clambering up your thighs.). This is when I praise Paul Poiret for having launched one of the very first trousers design for Occidental women (THANK YOU!).
Anyway, I found a dress. A plain, white, straight cut with subtle darts, shoulder pads and a-palm-above-knees length, dress. Simple yet different.Sophisticated yet modest. It wasn't love at first sight, It was more like a "let's just try it on for the sake of it, I have no other options.". And there, I felt me in it.
The Graduation was, indeed, a special occasion. However, informally celebrated. The commemoration turned out to be a laugh, in a good way. It consisted of several musical acts, prizes, and short videos. It was hosted by Léa dimant, Jordi Aguadé, Lluis de la Iglesia and also me. Let alone the nerves, the experience was priceless! It was at that precise moment, when we got out on the stage, when I actually realized that that was it: The end of two, unforgettable, years at CIC.
I'm going to miss everyone dearly but I'm really looking forward to see what challenges I can take on.
big humongous kiss!
