"Even if you ignore..." -J

The original title of the song is "Aunque tu no lo sepas". It's a Spanish song by Enrique Urquijo. It's a beautiful song. It hasn't any link with what I'm going to talk about. I'm going to traduce it :

Even if you ignore it, I invented your name.

I get junk with promises and I slept in cars.
Even if you don't understand it, I never write the direction on the enveloppe.
To not let my marks.

Even if you ignore it, I slept on your back.
And my cold bed complains when you leave.
I reinfroced my door, and when the morning came I didn't pay attention
that you weren't there anymore.

Even if you ignore it, we use to say so much,
with our full hands, very day a little thinner.
We invented tides, we piloted boats,
And I turn on with kiss,
the see of your lips.

Well, those days I've been a little off. My body is off. I'm really tired and I can't wait to be this Friday! Holidays are gonna be great, I hope!
Anyways, yesterday I visited my ex-drama club. The guy I was really friend with was there. He doesn't want to speak to me anymore because of his confession about his feelings that were a little bit more than the one you usually have for your friends. And since then, he doesn't want to even hear my name, because it would be "disrespectful" to talk to me again. That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard! Anyways! I was kinda sad and mad because of him! But I was glad to see a friend I made when I visited my best friend last year. I was already at College and the guy just began in the drama club. My best friend told me that apparently the dude felt in love with me the first day he saw me during a play. This guy is amazing! Really cute, super funny. If you don't laugh to his jokes, you are sick, or dead or you should be!
Waiting the guys to enter the high school I had a surprise. A car arrived, I looked in the car : a dude than was in my class in 8th grade with other guys that were in Middle School with me. He came out of the car, saw me and said "Oh! Whats up?!" I stay far from him and said hi too. I never thought he could recognize me. Then, like ten minutes after another car arrived. The driver was another guy I knew form middle school. My best friend caught the look of the guy next to him, I didn't have time. My best friend words were "Oh fuck!" I asked what was wrong and she told me "that's your man in it". I didn't look to the car. I just waited my other friends. The fun guy arrived, and he was watching over my shoulders, just like when someone sees another person walking in your direction. I turned and he was there, walking, he stopped when I was in front and opened his arms. I hug him quickly. I wasn't really aware of what was happening. I haven't see him for one year, at least. Lately he sent me some texts to have some news. The guy I'm talking about was the guy I was totally in love with in 10th grade. Nano can testify. I was like a fool. And this guy did deserve the half I suffer because of him. Now I consider him as a friend. Really no more. And I glad to say that seeing him yesterday just made me feel like when you haven't see a friend for a long time and just enjoy the fact you can see him and feel him for a sec. Just that. No more. I thought that I could fall again. But no. I'm stronger. I make the rules now that he is talking back to me. That's amazing.

This morning, waiting for my best friend (you obviously understand that I'm talking about my other best friend, not Nano!), I checked out what was new on facebook. I found a text I guy I met in Spain wrote about his trip. We met that guy in Spain, he was my friend's "boyfriend" for the same night I had 'Tyler' lol. So he wrote something about his amazing trip. He visited several countries and he his now back to his hometown (I won't say the name, it's Tyler's one too, I don't wanna be discovered! lmao). His text really moved me. And it make me think about Spain again. I didn't have time to think about it for a long time now. But today, that I saw his text, I though a lot about what I live there. For now, that was the experience of my life. The first time I could let my wings be controled by a free wind and not by my parents'. I grew up a little after this trip, and I also become a little bit more kiddish. Kiddish in the way that this boy put me up-side-down. I could stay hours just looking at him. Without saying anything. Just look at him. Look at his eyes. I know I always say that when I speak about him, but man, you guys haven't seen his eyes! They are incredible. He is incredible.
Anyway, I'm planning to go back again. Alone, maybe, or with friends. I don't care. Being alone is something cool too. Like you can waist your time the way you want. You don't have to agree with someone's programm. You make it by your own. You discover the city, the people. Alone. I like it. But with friends it's way funnier when you go to parties or clubs.
I miss the sun burning my skin, the sand hurting my feet because it was like puting them in a fireplace, my headhache at the beach because of the temperature, the long-walks in the city sleeping at 5 or 6am, the place we were living in, the guys we met, the city, the clean subway, the tiny little room we had, the pool we created everyday when we got out of the shower. Everything, anything. I miss it all. I even miss the panic moments when, at 5am we were in a street we've never seen before because we were talking too much, the missing street on this little free citymap. The way back home, when we finally found our way. The adventures to be as quiet as possible when we had to go to bed when our room mate was sleeping her 1 last hour before packing and leaving us forever. The raising sun through the window when our head just touched the pillow. The light coming inside of the room, the first sun shines when we finally close our eyes to sleep a few hours before starting a new day.
When my mom put on her fragrance I'm back there. Her fragrance reminds me my trip. Dunno why.
Some songs remind me it too. A lot of songs I often play to be back there for three minutes.
Googlemapping the place we were. Just to see if they really exist. If this all wasn't just a big sweet dream. And I know it was. But it was a dream I had the chance to live.

I can't wait to feel this sensations again. To be free again. To feel me, like I really am.
I just want to have fun.

Today, my teacher said he was chocked by the number of blog containing things like "I" "I do" "I am"...He thinks we should talk about the world, about what is happening and not about our feelings. The world make us feel like we feel, the experience we live make everything we are. Talking about us we talk about the world. And what can I say more about the world? That it's screwed up? That I don't know how our future will be? That's what we should say?
I prefer speak about lame things, not interesting things, but things that can be feel by some of you, if you read it.

Thanks,
LOVE
xxx

-Jess, one of the FrenchiesInLA!

"Cry me a river" -N

Hi guys, Nano here, Wassuuuuup?!
First of all, the title has nothing to do with the text, I'm just a huge fan of Sinatra (and I know Liam Payne sang this one during his X-Factor audition, but I don't care baby), so yeah. CRY ME A RIVER!

Anyways, I just need to write something tonight, so here I am. So I spent the day studying, as usual lol. I met new girls this past few weeks. But the thing is I'm such a special girl that I got to explain more or less who I am. And these ones just didn't get my vision. (Seriously who does?!)

The thing is I don't think I ever fell in love with a guy in my life, yet. I obviously had a LOT of crushes but as long as my crush doesn't fall for me, I can't actually fall in love, can I?!! Anyways, the thing is that I think it's pathetic to see a guy crying, or saying I love you to a girl or what. This is not mean at all, I just think I'd laugh if that would ever happen to me. Yet, I watch a lot of romantic movies. I just watched "Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man." which is a really funny-romantic movie, I am a huge fan of The Notebook (who's not?!), I'm listenning right now this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkWplI8fOyM&feature=fvst ! But I can't just can't imagine myself in a relation with a guy who just do... stuffs... girls stuffs... Ok, I know this sounds really weird, but I promise it's not. It's maybe just because I never fell in love yet. I just don't want to see a man weak. But I promise, I'm a really really really REALLY nice girl. I just think in a weird way when it's about love. Does this text has at least a sense?!
Anyways, I'm obviously exhausted, so I'm going to get some sleep. Thank God I don't have class tomorrow, but I have so much to do, that I don't even want to think about it! GOOD NIGHT, much Love and Peace!

Nano (the weird one)
From FrenchiesInLA

'Thinking of You' -J.

Katy Perry's Thinking Of You always moves me. This song is incredible, the melody, the lyrics. They mean a lot and I guess everyone felt that once in life: being with someone, but thinking of another one. That's pretty strong.
So this post was supposed to come a looong time ago, but these days I have been submerged by work and tiredness. But here it is, after one week.

Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed

You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know

Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test

He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
…
You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know
…

Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...
 

   Katy Perry - Thinking Of You

Well… It's been such a long time I want to write it so now, I don't really know how to begin…

This past week was kinda weird. Stuffs... okay, boys  from my "past" came back. Weird. I didn't ask for that much, thank you... (ironic, yeah, maybe!).
So my first BIG crush came back. He is like, talking to me again. For no reasons. Like we haven't talk for more than 1 year. Or just to say "hi" by text message because he saw me driving and wanted to see that he saw me. Well, I'm suspicious he tries to know if he can still have some influence on me, clearly, if I am still in love. And the answer is NO, guys. A clear, a simple but decisive NO. And I am proud. Because I kinda got it rough trying to forget about him. The worst is that he didn't deserve me to be that stuck on him, to suffer, cry and waist my days thinking of him. So now, I am proud to say that if a new game began, I will be the one winning, for sure. I'm fine with just being friends, if we have to be something.

So apart from this old guy, I started to be a little closer to an old friend. A guy a new in junior high school. We weren't that close, but this summer we talk and find out that we missed eachother (don't laugh, it looks like it's weird, but it came really naturally!). Well we were supposed to find a day to see us, but well it was always canceled. Since we began school, we tried again and failed. Finally, last week end we met. We were just the two of us. Never saw him like this. I mean for a long time, with no one around. We weren't closed in a house, neither in town. Just behind houses. Near woods. Alone. We talk about our lives. He told me about girls, I told him about boys, and more pricisely about 'Tyler' (sorry for the name, Nano! it's the Tyler of my holidays, huh, just to be clear). And talking about him I was like a dreamer and he said "dude, don't be that sad, he was just a man!", well I started talking about what he was, and not JUST a man, he was THE man, blahblahblah. My friend took me in his arms and started to hug me, when we were talking his mouth was very close to my ear. We stayed like this for a long time, and kept talking. Then we had to think about take the way back home. We stood up to go, and he stopped and hug me again, but this time we were like face to face. His mouth was just on my front, and started to go down (sorry for the details, but don't be silly, huh. It was nothing, nothing happened, eh!). At that moment my heart started to beat. Very, very fast. I was in the little wood anymore, neither in my town, neither in France. I was back in August, this summer. My friend wasn't really here. I just felt like I was with him; with Tyler. It hurt. A bit. But it hurt.
I turned my head, and I'll pas the details about how everything was during that moment and how it ended. But in the "sweet" moments I wasn't there anymore. I was with him. It's hard to admit that you miss someone you'll never see again. I kinda liked him. Not like a boyfriend. But like a friend, first. Because that's what we first were. Friends. And now, we are nothing. And I can't stand the fact I have to forget everything. The fact that I must go on. That I must see that it's my friend kissing me and not him. He won't come back. I won't see him again. Never more.
I told I was over with posts talking about him. I can't. (I do am miserable, but look… Misery is something inspiring. And I kinda like to write miserable stuffs. I feel like I will probably use them someday. Read them all over again and say "Oh Tyler, see what I wrote about you!" lmao, kidding! I'll say something like that "Oh man, I was such pathetic girl" and I'll tease me.)
I already have some thoughts for my next entries (and you are all like "dude, she said entrIES! like she will write about ten things about this guy won't gave up on her. Her blogs stinks. Girl move on, he forgot about you". Guys, guys, guys… I know he did!). I can't help myself. He is the first guy who saw me like everyday, without make up on my party-all-night-i-couldnt-sleep-face…And he still liked me. Incredible!
Anyways!
It was terrible to feel him again. He wasn't here. He is far away. Forever away. And I still feel him.
I can remember everything. His look. His incredible smile that exempted him from saying things. He didn't have to talk. Everything was on his face. His eyes and his smile were the messengers. The messages were clear. And perfect.
I would do anything to be back there. To have him close. Like in Shakira's song 'Hay amores'
'Ay, mi bien, qué no haria yo por ti, por tenerte un secundo, alejados del mundo, y cerquita de mi'
'Ay my good, what wouldn't I do for you, to have you just a second, far way from world, and close to me'.
But that will reappear in another entry (yes, this time it was a singular…Maybe I'm getting better! lol).

Thanks for reading.
LOVE
xxx
-J.

American Secrets -J.

American Secrets is a really pretty song by Parachute. I got their last album on iTunes and it's pretty good! Well it's the kind of music I like! So I picked up one song from the album "The way it was"; American Secrets gets something that makes me remember someone I was remembering strongly today. This guys. I'll give him a name to be more clear…Tyler. 

When the sun fell low in the blood red sky yeah
Every house called out as we passed them by yeah
She would grab my hand as the trees leaned in yeah
Oh I'm still racing home from the place I've been

It was all I knew, I was waiting for the big one
And I stay forever 
American secrets
Had a dream it was ours and we just didn't know yet

We would drive by right through every lonely street yeah
Smell the truth in her hair felt the world in my feet yeah
But we were just two kids in a beat up car
Oh I'm still driving home from the things I've done
…
We were caught on the inside
Left it all on that bedside
Give me one more minute with those baby blues
We pull up
Oh she looks back and waves as I wait too long
I can picture her room as the lights go on
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with my baby
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with American secrets
Give me one more, give me one more
Oh she looks back and waves as she slips inside
Every hope in the world and those bright blue eyes
I'm still dancing along with the way it was

Got my mind made up
And I'm coming back for you
I can hear your voice calling and I'll be there soon
I can see you there in the bedroom by those stairs
Oh I've always been running but I don't know where
…

  American Secrets by Parachute

The reason why I like this song it's because, more than the lyrics, the melody gives you something. The track is like 6 minutes long but it looks like it a 2 in 1. The track is divided by the half: the 3 first minutes are like catchy, with a punchy rhythm, and the second half is slow, like more nostalgic.
And that's pretty much how I feel when I remember Tyler. I'm exited because we spent really good times together and super sad and nostalgic because I know that I will have to talk about it using the past. It's sad. I've been thinking about him… Now and then. But today I was dreaming in class and draw is initial letter in my copy. Sooner on facebook I see an update from him. He was online. And he didn't reply the last messages we were sharing. It hurts like hell.
I'll open my eyes. Understand we are not meant to be, even friends. But I can't stop thinking about him.
I have this weird sensation of incomplete. Like it's not over. This strange feeling that we are gonna see each other again. I don't know when. Like if Destiny was blowing me "It's not over, keep the faith".
But it is over. Being fool and think that we are gonna be together again for a minute won't help me and won't make it come true. But I don't wanna give up. He was someone cool, charming, beautiful, sweet and spicy, calm and wild. He was just my type. It's hard to give up on something you've been looking for. Like an amazing piece in a clothes-store. It's fantastic, you've never seen it before, just imagine it. You see it. Come closer. And the article is suddenly outta-stock, like forever. Frustrating. Disgusting. Why? Why when it was almost perfect it has to end. Just a last hug. A last look. His fucking beautiful eyes. His lips, perfect and now forbidden, unapproachable for ever. I make a step backward. Another one. We're still just a step away, but now there are miles and miles between us. Like the whole world in the middle. I turn my back, walk through the room were it all began. Stop in front of the elevator that is coming way too fast. A last look at him. His eyes are on me, he is smiling. I smile and sent him a kiss. Tears are coming up. I don't let them coming out. Few stories under, I grab my suitcase, look at my friend and hardly say "those were amazing holidays". The tears weren't obedient anymore. They came out. I cried. Not just because of him. Because of every single thing I was just going to leave behind.
He was obviously one of them.
And today, I'm remembering it all. How good we were. How cool and sweet it was. And how short, too. I think I miss the fact that he could be the one my parents would like me to date (lol)! I already ear my mom's "wow, he is good looking, sweet and he is a good boy... Really handsome"... Yeah, it's important for me to pick someone my parent's would like and admire. Once, my godmother was talking about her daughter's boyfriend and she said "he isn't beautiful, but he is nice". Sorry but that's terrible. The day my mom tells someone that my boyfriend is "not beautiful, but nice", I feel like bad!
Whatever.
So everything I told is the reason why I don't want it to be over. "I won't give up on us", even if it appears like the thing to do, and more, the thing already done, in his part of the story. I'm just stuck on it. I wish this murmur that tells me "it's not over" is a true one. Or not. I don't know.
It's too fresh for me. Too recent for the moment. I need time. I need him.

LOVE

xxx

-Jess, from Frenchies In L.A. 

Life Goes on... -N

Hello guys, Nano here, it's been a while I didn't write a thing so I just wanted to write a little something today.

I had some issues last week and this week, some bad stuffs that made me really sad and that I couldn't show. Some of you know, but I won't talk about it today because it's over.
Anyways I started school this week, everything was going well until today. Our teachers are crazy, they give us so much to do that you just want to cry. Especially, it's not what I want to do, but I still do because people believe in me and see things in me that I can't see. Plus, I have no friends in my class, just a girl who stays with me, but I'd better be alone, because she stays with me and don't talk, or do the same stuffs as I do, this is creepy. I feel really lonely, lost and misunderstood. And this is bad. Not that I'm going to cry... yet, but I just don't feel okay. And I know that I got to be strong, and move on, and work hard. But I'm not smart, (Jess, you can say whatever you want, I'm not smart), I'm not able to get things, or learn things as other people do. I maybe get some things about values, life and everything, but people don't care about that even though this is what matters. This is sad anyway.

I'm gonna try to sound like everyone, just to see how do I feel. Lol, yesterday, I saw the guy I had a crush on last year. He's actually in my friend's class, and last year we were pretty close (not that much, we just talked, study, hang out in the hallway, all this with my friend obviously). But he didn't talk to me yesterday, too bad, but I didn't really mind, I would totally freak out he talked to me and say some crap. But the thing is, he has a new haircut, and he's so handsome now, like he's a little weird, but handsome. Uhh, I can't think about that, I have serious stuff to do this year. And I want to be able to do them, even though I'm confidentless. So, it's a kind of hard work to have a crush uhh? Lmao

Anyways, thanks for reading whoever you are.
Lots of love, Peace and quiet reader
xoxo, Nano

From FrenchiesinLA

No Idea -J.

No Idea, Big Time Rush' song, yes! I couldn't find a title and then I remembered Big Time Decision. And it came out like an evidence! The song is amazing. The guys are fabulous. The episode was cool and was about decision and so my post is! So I couldn't find a better title! Don't know about you, but I'm loving them more and more. I just can't wait to finally hear "Big Time Rush is going to Paris in 2013". The Wolrd better not end this December or I'll be really, really mad it ended before I could have the chance to see Big Time Rush perform and touch the French territory…

I'll love you, if you ain't got nobody to love
And girl I'll adore you, if there's no one to adore
And I'll show you, if there's no one to show
And I'll know you, if you want somebody to know
Every time you come around
You put a lightning bolt on my face
Baby, everytime you come around
Girl, you take my breath away
And I just wanna breathe until I take you in
Cause I want you to breathe until you take me in
But the truth is
She has no idea, no idea
That I'm even here, I'm even here
She has no idea, no idea
I'm standing here, I'm standing here
I'm standing here
I'll kiss you, whenever you want to be kissed
How I miss you two seconds after you leave screaming "come back to me, come back to me"
Let me please you, let me see you, let me take that heart of yours
And I'll be whatever you need me to be - the good guy, bad guy, just tell me baby
…
Please tell me you can heal me
I'm expressing my love
Won't stop till I get you
I'm not letting up
I'm running to your heart
Like a kid in a store
Take every ounce of love
And beg you for more
And beg you for more

   

I don't really know how to begin. I'm thinking about a lot of things. It's kinda messy up there (I mean in my head, huh!).
But well, so here it is!
This past few days I've been feeling strangely good. It's strange because nothing was really made to make me feel like that. I was just happy, good and alright.
I was great even if some details went out to disturb me, like my other BF (other means that it wasn't my Nano!), told me about this party we were supposed to go with some guys from school. I so wanted to go because it was an american-way-of-partying Party. And you guys know HOW MUCH I love the USA! So I really wanted to go, but the entry isn't free, and it's actually kinda expansive. So a gave a little up. I love partying, but I don't like to pay a lot for it when I know I can have fun for free!
Anyway, she told me about this party saying "let's go, please, tell me we're gonna go!", I said what I though about it, and she added "my mom told me to go, and that she'll give me the bucks for the entry". Girl, lemme think... Your mom told you to go (thing my mom will never say to me!) and that she will give you the bucks... Well, but she is not giving me the bucks… And between you and me, I am the one who need the cash. And the fact your mom is paying you the entry doesn't mean my folks will pay mine! And I don't want to think that my mom has to work more than 1 hour to let me get in this club. I refuse to see my mom killing herself at work to let me have fun (or maybe not, we don't even know if it's gonna be good or not!). SO the fact she couldn't understand that not everyone was born with a golden spoon in the mouth made me sad. She maybe think I'm rich, but all the things my family has is thanks to my parents' hard work. Her parents are always taking holidays, they don't work as hard as my folks and they have much more. I'm happy for them, really. But I think rich people don't really understand that others need to work real hard to get 1/4 of what riches have!
Anyway!
The other stuff that made me feel terrible this week end, even if I was feeling unusually alright (unusually for a week end like those, I mean!), was a man. This Sunday I went to Church, like quit every Sundays. And at the front door there was this man asking for money. I felt terrible. Terrible to feel good when he probably never was fully happy. Even if I think that poor people can be happier than riches. Poors know what real life is. It's about sharing moments with the persons you love. Riches think real life and happiness is about having the last Burberry coat. I think this is superficial hapiness, because you are happy during 5 minutes, when the coat is finally yours. Good moments make great memories. Memories won't leave you. The coat will be outta fashion.
And so I felt terrible to think that I would like to be richer, to have more stuffs in my closet... Superficial thoughts (yes, I maybe know it's superficial, but sometimes I want superficial stuffs. I'm human. A miserable one, maybe. I'm sorry).

Besides those two things that hit my bubble of good mood, there was nothing more. I spent the week end between my friends and family. Couldn't ask for more. Had great times. Lots of laugh. Amazing. 

Feeling good doesn't avoid my thoughts. They come. And I'm thinking a lot about life. My life. My present life, the one who will directly build a way to my future life. I want to leave. I'll want it, pricesely. I can't stay here for too much. Not because I  don't like my parents, my friends, my family. It's because I can't bear to live somewhere I don't feel I belong to. I need to move. Because I want to discover. I need to be a little bit far from my parents. Not that I don't love them, once more. But I'll love them more when I'll be far. No more tensions. Just love and a miss, a miss I will cure coming back. I'll always come back. You can try to take a flower out of her first place, she will stay a bit in a new place, but she will never be like in her birth place, her real roots. My roots aren't in a country. They are anchored in my family.
I have no idea of when I'll go. But I'm sure I will. I need to.
I feel like there is a moment in life you become aware that growing is irremediable. You're going in spite of you in the way of life... (my spanish tweet : HERE)

And you have to stop being afraid of everything. Responsabilities, decisions and enlistment are indispensable facts. You just have to be brave. And to live. (my other spanish tweet : HERE).

And about those two past tweets I translated, I wasn't really thinking about moving on. Not only. I was thinking about love. I always was affraid to put me into a relationship. I though I was too young, too child, too me, to be stuck with a guy. I like movement. I don't like to have to be attached to someone. Couples are so into this "24/7days a week" stuff. Man. I don't want to give up on my solo moments when I listen to music very loud, try on clothes, sing, dance in front of the mirror.
And now I still don't feel great about it. I won't say that I'm not ready. Okay, I'm not ready. But I have to be. 19 is enough. I can stay with a guy for more than few days just because I'm scared my parents' could figure out I'm seeing someone and start to think about dirty details. I can fully see that from here : my mom, knowing I'm seeing someone "seriously", coming and saying "Sweetie, if you wanna talk about… well, you know, stuffs, like, hahum, you know... Like talk about that…" OH MAN! STOP IT! LMAO Too hard, to awkward. My mom already tried to and it was really awful.
I won't talk about my dad… Even when I hanging with my boy cousin (the one who is in love with me) when we are in these family parties, my dad starts to imagine stuffs like "Where were you? Please, be careful with your cousin, he is nice, but he is a little bit too... lover, you know. He will try to charm you" GOSH STOP!!! He is my cousin! Please!
That's why for my parents' mental health I never told them about love affairs or anything. They never knew nothing about my love life, the guys I loved... Even if sometime it was really hard to hide (Nano helped me a lot with my really first BIG unhappy love affair..! God, the guy didn't worth it... like often, huh!)
And now, I can't hide you I'm thinking about my summer boy. My almost-perfect summer boy. My dream man! Well, the only dream man I could actually touch! Yes, because Kendall, Logan, Carlos or James aren't really available for touching-demonstrations of love... Too bad! lol

Anyway. I'm a little tired so don't pay too much attention to little details I might have say! (yes, I know, I already used this phoney excuse... Sorry, I couldn't find a better one! ;))

Mucho Amor! (Much Love!)
xxx

-Jess.

(visit our brand new website! http://frenchiesinla.wix.com/home)