<?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-6048634095693273213</id><updated>2012-01-25T04:20:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Moderna... The tales of a Modern Beauty</title><subtitle type='html'>The stories Told &amp;amp; UnTold... Fortune Seen &amp;amp; UnSeen
For ONLY one person can tell my tale...  Nicolette Ann-Marie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicolette Ann-Marie Berry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zXBj_VwlErk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOWan4Fdw4U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048634095693273213.post-3996958842621193493</id><published>2012-01-25T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T04:20:11.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Just a simplistic vent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;So tell me why is it that you see fugly chicks with good looking guys and fugly guys with good looking chicks AND here I am sitting lonely &amp;amp; broken hearted.... Explain to me how a flippin immigrant can get a job over me someone who has been busting there @$$ for the last 1.5 yrs searching hard and has an excellent resume... Can someone explain to me why I feel like an utter failure, with no future?!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I'm not trying to sound like I'm&amp;nbsp;whining&amp;nbsp;or crying here BUT can a girl win a lil sumthin here??? &amp;nbsp;I mean I'm not fat, I'm not ugly, have a decent personality and am EXTREMELY respectable... Maybe that's it I'm tooo damn nice! &amp;nbsp;I give out way to much and expect NOTHING in return.... I need to start to just take take take and NOT give two sh!ts... Apparently that's how this game called life really works then huh?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6048634095693273213-3996958842621193493?l=nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3996958842621193493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-simplistic-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/3996958842621193493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/3996958842621193493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-simplistic-vent.html' title='...Just a simplistic vent...'/><author><name>Nicolette Ann-Marie Berry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zXBj_VwlErk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOWan4Fdw4U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048634095693273213.post-3928300754316672059</id><published>2012-01-24T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:46:54.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you say that you love me... I might just walk away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you say that you care for me... I might say okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just can't stand the thought of you in her arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh how I wish that you could forget about it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me... Just take all of me in &amp;amp; Breathe Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought it'll be okay... Just for another day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me lay here in your arms &amp;amp; Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me that takes you away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know now... What I should have known then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There will be no more... Once I walk out your door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that you know... You have broken my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the LAST TIME... Oh BUT it's EveryTime I let you in...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me... Just take all of me in &amp;amp; Breathe Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought it'll be okay... Just for another day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me lay here in your arms &amp;amp; Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me that takes you away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I couldn't figure out... All the how's and why's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I should have taken a second look... at you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tried to dismiss everything we had... tried walking away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT quite knowing how you felt, didn't even care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sooo&amp;nbsp;Let it be me... Just take all of me in &amp;amp; Breathe Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought it'll be okay... Just for another day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me lay here in your arms &amp;amp; Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me that takes you away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I can't breathe... You are my air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to go... I NEED you here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT I know I will survive AND my heart will mend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will try... I will cry... Just don't forget me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT Why can't it be me...&amp;nbsp;Just take all of me in &amp;amp; Breathe Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought it'll be okay... Just for another day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me lay here in your arms &amp;amp; Ohhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it be me that takes you away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6048634095693273213-3928300754316672059?l=nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3928300754316672059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-say-that-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/3928300754316672059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/3928300754316672059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-say-that-you-love-me.html' title='Let It Be Me...'/><author><name>Nicolette Ann-Marie Berry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zXBj_VwlErk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOWan4Fdw4U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048634095693273213.post-5118841936035714507</id><published>2012-01-24T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:45:20.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CroSSed &amp; ConFuSeD</title><content type='html'>There are many things that I could say under this title BUT am NOT quite sure who reads my blogs right now anyways I shouldn't be blasting names and for privacy reasons I won't..... NOT to mention I respect and honor this man so I won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FRUSTRATED &amp;nbsp;beyond &amp;nbsp;all belief as to how he can basically "love" 2 of us &amp;amp; PISSED that I allow it! &amp;nbsp;I have fought for his heart for over a year now.... I have even gone the&amp;nbsp;lengths&amp;nbsp;of TRYING to DISMISS HIM! It hasn't worked, kinda hard when you live with the person..... BUT I am sooo invested and TRULY LOVE him that I will be heart-broken for a LONG LONG TIME to come. &amp;nbsp;I have never LOVED someone as much OR as DEEPLY as I love him. &amp;nbsp;He calls it a "symbiotic relationship"&amp;nbsp; because I rely on him for my basic needs to survive right now. &amp;nbsp;Though be that might be true..... MY LOVE stems from a greater piece of me, and NOT that I need him! &amp;nbsp;If that were the case then SH!T I would have been in love with 50 million other men by now (OK so it's not that many BUT you get my point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear and his greatest wish... When I leave, get back on my feet and son on. &amp;nbsp;He says that we will see were this leads, he wants to make sure I will want him in my life once I leave out of this house WHICH is fine I understand his desire to test certain aspects of us and our&amp;nbsp;dynamics.... HOWEVER MY FEAR is that when I leave&amp;gt; 1. my stubborn pride will kick in so I won't bother him for a dime NOT even to say I miss you&amp;gt; 2. He'll continue the madness with the other chicky that he has been saying "I LOVE YOU TOO" for the last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he truly doesn't love her... or at least that's the VIBE that everyone seems to get, and the fact she lives a few states away&amp;nbsp;benefits&amp;nbsp;me cause I'm the one that lays next to him or sleeps in his arms EVERY NIGHT! &amp;nbsp;BUT I can't help but wonder HOW does he truly feel for me... is he confused about who he loves or doesn't love... Does he not fully see he hurts me EVERY TIME he picks up that phone when it's "her". (Although he made my night last night by NOT picking up when she called literally Back 2 Back....He continued to hold me and WE continued to watch our show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when the time comes for me to actually depart this house, his side.... I will have to be strong and just simply walk away. &amp;nbsp;I know that this is not going to last any more than what this currently is which is why I keep trying to remind myself to just enjoy the time remaining. &amp;nbsp;He may be confused... OR maybe he's right and I'm the one confused BUT my heart breaks EVERYDAY over him.... He just will never fully understand I don't want anyone else AND he has stolen a huge piece of my heart that I will never get back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wish I have for anyone that has loved or is in love or feels like they might be falling in that direction JUST be honest with yourself and the person you have the&amp;nbsp;affection&amp;nbsp;for... Love is truly a disease were there is no cure for, BUT I honestly don't think I would want the cure.... Because I don't EVER want to have to forget about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6048634095693273213-5118841936035714507?l=nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5118841936035714507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/crossed-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/5118841936035714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/5118841936035714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/crossed-confused.html' title='CroSSed &amp; ConFuSeD'/><author><name>Nicolette Ann-Marie Berry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zXBj_VwlErk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOWan4Fdw4U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048634095693273213.post-669073729240339367</id><published>2012-01-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:08:52.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ToDay is a New Day</title><content type='html'>I am starting this post/ blogspot in an attempt to help me clear some ill minded feelings towards certain details in my life... Who knows maybe what I have to say may help someone else understand things that are going on in their life. &amp;nbsp; I am not your average pretty face, in fact up until the last few years I didn't feel like I was a pretty face. &amp;nbsp;It has taken me many years and PERSONAL reflection to realize you may not be a super model BUT it ONLY MATTERS HOW YOU FEEL INSIDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you read my blogs please in mind I may not always have something nice to say doesn't always mean I'm ill-hearted, and I mean ABSOLUTELY NO HARM to anyone. So take NOTHING I say to heart, and REMEMBER to ALWAYS keep an open mind :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6048634095693273213-669073729240339367?l=nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/feeds/669073729240339367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/669073729240339367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6048634095693273213/posts/default/669073729240339367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletteannmarie.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-new-day.html' title='ToDay is a New Day'/><author><name>Nicolette Ann-Marie Berry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zXBj_VwlErk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANE/HOWan4Fdw4U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
