<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:35:58.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses and butterflies</title><subtitle type='html'>pourquoi ce blog?
juste pour y mettre des notes d'humeur, y raconter les petits événements de mon quotidien, etc mais tout en anglais car je me sens plus à l'aise dans cette langue...
voilà!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-1482150576601724684</id><published>2008-08-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:04:24.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SLUGdcpGhSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WmRY0lpdzto/s1600-h/solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239100844489999650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SLUGdcpGhSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WmRY0lpdzto/s320/solitude.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of changes since last time I wrote ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After so many problems with everyone I met here I finally moved and I'm staying away from them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm being me again and it feels good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not everything is going fine... It's been 7 months now that I left my hometown to start anew abroad and it is so far from what I expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow it was the hardest experience I've ever had to live (and still living) so it is not always easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I have most problem with is loneliness as I feel sooo lonely here. It's not easy to make friends, really not and the friends I once had are far away and probably very busy ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this made me think a lot about all the people I met before ... It's nice to meet someone new and share memories but then we all go separate ways and this is what I think is hard...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many people I met and wish I could still see them but it's not possible and with time we will forget each other... It's very sad but I need to learn to let go and move on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing I can do is wish them all good luck !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-1482150576601724684?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1482150576601724684/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=1482150576601724684' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1482150576601724684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1482150576601724684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes.html' title='changes....'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SLUGdcpGhSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WmRY0lpdzto/s72-c/solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-4567569142375494593</id><published>2008-07-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:01:38.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it goes again.....</title><content type='html'>This time Miss J is mad at me because since she told me I don't know how to behave, I didn't go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;Reason? She thinks I'm upset and so she's upset herself and said she needs to know why I'm like that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What?????&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand!? It's been 2 weeks since she was mad at me and I accepted everything she said without saying anything. End of discussion!&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, I've been working from monday to friday 8h a day and at the weekend I'm too tired to go out and visit people. That's why I didn't go to see her or anybody...and to me this is not a problem : you are not obliged to see your family everyday, right?&lt;br /&gt;But according to a friend, here it is common to react like that : get mad at people when they don't come around or if they don't say anything. It's like a tradition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I better get used to it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-4567569142375494593?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4567569142375494593/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=4567569142375494593' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/4567569142375494593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/4567569142375494593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here it goes again.....'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-5722991581121476388</id><published>2008-07-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:40:10.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the world needs now is love....</title><content type='html'>Love, love, love...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice feeling but what is love really?&lt;br /&gt;Does someone has the answer because I'm kind of lost right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around me I see a lot of couples but they are strange to me because they say to each other :&lt;br /&gt;"I love you but I will go away from you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you so I accept that you cheat on me because I don't know what it is like living without you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you but I don"t know if I'm in love with you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you so I don't say anything when you mistreat me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love then?&lt;br /&gt;Is it being with someone accepting everything?&lt;br /&gt;Is it finding your missing part and trying to adjust it to you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it accepting to share your life with someone, listening to their feelings, being listened to and building a strong relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Or, is it just a way of not spending your life alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been naive and thought love was the most beautiful thing in the world but through time and what I saw, love lost its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm in love and I'm loved and despite all the wrong things that can happen, I want everything to be beautiful....will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter I'm just trying to understand, even if when it comes to love there is nothing to understand, just experience......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-5722991581121476388?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5722991581121476388/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=5722991581121476388' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/5722991581121476388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/5722991581121476388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-world-needs-now-is-love.html' title='What the world needs now is love....'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-3030900717702267943</id><published>2008-07-05T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:03:14.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, boulot, trabajo.....</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I always end up in strange places when it comes to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was the company in the middle of sugar cane's fields and this year it's the company where you work for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain : here you work extra hours at the weekend and you don't get paid for it as it is considered as helping the company making profit. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is terrible and the staff does it without complaining because there is no other choice....so it is not easy everyday to work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not there forever and I'm trying to learn as much as I can....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-3030900717702267943?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3030900717702267943/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=3030900717702267943' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/3030900717702267943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/3030900717702267943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-boulot-trabajo.html' title='Work, boulot, trabajo.....'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-5506954150058880681</id><published>2008-07-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:40:32.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stupid!</title><content type='html'>According to Mister U I'm stupid because I don't know the answer to all the important questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 24 years and a conversation with mister U to come to this conclusion. Facing him I didn't know what to say but right now I know what to answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I"m stupid but it's normal I'm not very experienced and I'm here to learn from everything and everyone. To me everyday is a new learning session because I'm surrounded but generous people who don't mind sharing their experiences with me. And I'm sure that in years from now I'll be a lot less stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry mister U I'm stupid and I'm proud to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-5506954150058880681?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5506954150058880681/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=5506954150058880681' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/5506954150058880681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/5506954150058880681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m stupid!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-918905980222125128</id><published>2008-07-05T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:44:28.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-y46Snj3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/l-TpJYwIq0o/s1600-h/DECEMBRE+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219587183935459186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-y46Snj3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/l-TpJYwIq0o/s320/DECEMBRE+2007+001.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place that I miss a lot is Miss A's workplace where I used to go when I was feeling happy, sad, tired ...to chat or to drink a nice cup of tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the place but I miss the person working in it even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I want to be cheered up I go back to the series "friends". I know it's kind of pathetic but it makes me less homesick and it always makes me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got to say to you all that even far away you're always with me and watching Friends I see you all and it makes me feel less lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So (bis), only for you to know I LOVE YOU ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-918905980222125128?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/918905980222125128/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=918905980222125128' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/918905980222125128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/918905980222125128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends!!!!!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-y46Snj3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/l-TpJYwIq0o/s72-c/DECEMBRE+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-1750993172083013721</id><published>2008-07-05T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:25:20.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryin' to be "in" in Reunion Island</title><content type='html'>Coming here one thing I had in mind was to make friends not to feel depressed but making friends is not that easy here, believe me!&lt;br /&gt;What they like about me is that I come from France, it means I can talk to them but I'm not perfect : I don't wear designer clothes, shame on me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm a poor student and I preferred traveling to designer clothes! (I keep them for my upcoming glorious days, hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fortunate, I've been introduced to people and they showed me what it was like to be "in".&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you : you have to replace water by champagne, eat nothing, go clubbing in the VIP section thanks to your gold member card with 3 bottles of champagne. All this with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then, throw up in the street, wake up the following day with the worst hangover and say "wow, I had the best time of my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night I thought that I didn't like that much being "in" because it's not fun at all even if you drink champagne (they don't even know Ruinart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no friends, non-designer clothes and I drink water and tea but I'm ok, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another sign of totally being "in" : eat fries and steak drinking champagne. Isn't it glamorous?!  Noooooooo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-1750993172083013721?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1750993172083013721/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=1750993172083013721' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1750993172083013721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1750993172083013721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/tryin-to-be-in-in-reunion-island.html' title='Tryin&apos; to be &quot;in&quot; in Reunion Island'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358157471608400464.post-1173635955864217229</id><published>2008-07-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:45:07.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with me???</title><content type='html'>According to miss J. I have a bad behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you ask? Simply because I was upset for 5 mins when she asked me to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Funny person that I am. We had a party, went to bed at 4 am got up at 10.30 am and once awoke little miss Rachel was asked to clean so she was upset but still she did what she was asked to do.&lt;br /&gt;Miss J. said this was unbelievable and that it was not a way to behave. She added that I had not been raised properly.&lt;br /&gt;I would have agreed if I had said something, did something wrong in purpose, but I didn't. I was just upset for 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;What a nasty person that I am! Bad, bad, bad Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I may not know how to behave but at least I know how to respect people contrary to miss J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358157471608400464-1173635955864217229?l=rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1173635955864217229/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=358157471608400464&amp;postID=1173635955864217229' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1173635955864217229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358157471608400464/posts/default/1173635955864217229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachel-rosesandbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='what is wrong with me???'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454763563065167043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pns6wdWWOqU/SG-u4XfGN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GJx94M1kZI/S220/saturday+nite+fever+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
