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Ionne1901's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901 Fri, 10 Oct 2008 23:44 EDT Fri, 10 Oct 2008 23:44 EDT Zorpia.com Busted.....and I'm Still Smiling http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1834082 <table cellspacing="10" cellpadding="10" background="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SMlRz7ekOGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vuiTG3m5NyQ/s800/stars.gif" align="center" width="100%" style="border: 1px solid yellow;"><tbody><tr><td align="center"><marquee style="width: 1000px; height: 500px; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 5px; font-family: Verdana;" behavior="scroll" loop="true" scrolldelay="700" direction="up"><font face="verdana" color="white" size="5"> <h1>Busted.....and I'm Still Smiling</h1> I did learn a lot this week about myself and about others. I did a lot of contemplating about friends, myself, and relationships. I spent a lot of time talking to my husband. In a way, I'm happy that Matt brought up things, many incorrect. A lot of things Matt said were disturbing but it made me see a lot of things in a new light. I am too vain and but in my defense, the reason I started "my shrine" was because a lot of people I encountered when I arrived in the United States seemed nice but later showed their real character and put me down at every opportunity, making comments about my weight and how I was not as good as them or will never be. This includes socially, monetarily, position-wise. They constantly made me feel bad about myself and that my husband is not good-looking enough or not wealthy enough. And I did stupid things trying to win them over and prove my worth to them i.e. I made my husband sell his junkie old truck because I was tired of hearing people talk about how poor we looked. I was young, wanted to get along with my "so-called friends" and I acted like them which was childish.<br /><br /> About "my shrine", this is MY PAGE, my home. I used to be larger and was not very physically fit. <br /><br /> <table cellspacing="5" cellpadding="5" border="0" align="center" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td align="center"><font face="verdana" color="white" size="5">BEFORE</font><br /><br /> <img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SMCG4OhRyUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i3sYGJ1SfIE/s400/ionne2004.jpg" /><br /><br /></td><td align="center"><font face="verdana" color="white" size="5">AFTER</font><br /><br /> <img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SIiq4yDLByI/AAAAAAAAALo/V2jIKkkLKZA/s400/2663597376_f4ecaf9f7a_b.jpg" /><br /><br /> </td></tr><tr><td align="center"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SMCTuLUt0MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NDHTqd96ydo/s400/LastScan2.jpg" /></td><td align="center"> <img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SIirWdsytYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tzz3f7o8AyM/s400/2644185995_f3c2fa5e78_b.jpg" /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /> After endless comments and hurt feelings, I decided I was going to get in shape and stay in shape. I stayed away from these people for a couple of years trying to complete my mission. At first, I did this to stop the negative comments and then after awhile, I did this purely for me. Along the way, I realized I was trying to impress people who were not worth my time. I figured out the people I was trying to be like were pathetic child-like creatures who's only mission was to hurt others so they could feel better about themselves. It made me a better person by staying away from them. By the way, I don't attend Fil-Am events anymore. 2 times was more than enough to get a good understanding of how things work there and the divisions of classes. But on a good note, not all people I met at those events were a**holes, many were great people that I am proud to have met and some are still great friends. <br /><br /> Other comments made, I am a hillbilly, I'm proud to be a hillbilly, no offense to anyone, being a hillbilly originally was offensive to me, some city people think that people from smaller towns are less worthy and not as smart as them. I live in a place where I know my neighbors, I live in a place where people wave at each other and smile eventhough they don't know each other. People are polite. The whole time when I took a break from my so-called friends, I started learning about myself and learning what things in life really mattered. I am boring, a family-oriented person, I like being a hillbilly. At first, when people online referred to me as this, I was offended and ashamed. Where I live is beautiful, green trees, lots of open space and privacy for the most part â€” good people. There's no other place where I would rather bring up a family. <br /><br /> Busted.......Yes, I am married which is no surprise to any of my friends online/offline. This might explain to some people why I do not flirt or want a relationship online. By the way, uhhhhh yessss, the photo that I confessed my undying love to â€” was my husband (I hope he doesn't figure out that I love him). Never flirted online, or offline, I talk, joke, and yes I do have a crush on Bruce Willis, Kevin Costner, Jet Li, Viggo Mortensen, and so many others (movie stars/singers). I hope my husband doesn't find out about that. I think he maybe interested in Hale Berry but I'm pretty sure he's not carrying on an affair on or offline with her. By the way, the little boy in the picture seems a little hefty to me. Maybe if you look close its my husband. By the way, if I had children this good at photography, I guess my husband could have skipped photography in college and asked the children how to work a camera. By the way, my husband has been teaching me this year about photography that's why my shrine photos are my pride. So yes, me and my husband admit to owning and knowing how to operate a camera, SHAME ON US! <br /><br /> <center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SIiswCA-vgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WMmeXDl-gfc/s288/2644378025_b65c0eb387_b.jpg" /></center> <br /><br /> My friends don't appreciate photography, they think every photo is a good one and all you have to do is push the button and put it in a frame. SHAME ON US! <br /><br /> About me not spending time with my family, I stop working a few years back so I could watch and be a part of the most important years of their lives. So yes, I'm an awful mother. My family is full of smart, well-mannered, respectful, and considerate individuals. I'm very proud to be a member of my family, we worked so hard for what we have, my husband work 40 hours a week. We live within our means. We choose not to fall into credit traps and make the most of what money we do have. We are not rich, but we both used to be poor. We would never or could never forget where we came from. We're not ashamed of where we came from. We've worked ourselves all the way through college, and neither of us had any help. I majored Civil Engineering and my husband was an ART major. Most poor people are the nicest people you will ever meet. They're kind and considerate of each other and tend to share what little they do have with others. Now, we consider ourselves poor people with a little more money. <br /><br /> I never wanted to talk about my personal family life with anyone here, no offense to my friends. I don't post personal info or family photos because its not a perfect world and bad things happen all the time. And I don't want my family to endanger their lives because some unstable person gets interested in my life online. I am here to talk about social topics or make jokes with my friends online when I get bored. I put in my page, I don't want to make friends lightly, I will only accept friends met in forums who talk about relevant topics. Sorry to insult anyone, I don't want to waste your time or mine. No, I don't like people exposing themselves or making explicit comments or sending explicit photos that's why I don't accept <font color="blue">html</font> in my page. <br /><br /> Common etiquette â€” the way you view things may be different from the way I view things. I treat online like the real world. Someone coming up to me in real life that I don't know asking for friendship seems a bit strange. A comment from a stranger saying "Hey, you're pretty!" does not make me run over to that person and start a conversation. Basically, I view the one line from most guys of "Hey, you're pretty!" as a cat call or as a construction worker whistling at me. No offense to anyone, if my not responding is impolite, I apologize. Tell your girlfriend or wife, the next time, a man she doesn't know, yells out "Hey, good-lookin'!" or the next time she gets whistled at by a stranger â€” to run up to that person, smile, tell them that she appreciates their comment and would like to get to know them better. I assume most men might see a flaw in this logic and I assume most women don't go running up to this guys and hug them for their attention. I guess when I go outside of my home, I should wear a T-shirt with a print that says <font color="blue">"Married with children, I used to be fat, please don't hit on me or follow me, I can be rude."</font><br /><br /> I don't understand why people don't read my long explanations in my page because I'm doing exactly what I said I would do. My (real) friends know and tell me that I sound like an a**hole on my page and understand why I sound like that. In case anyone was wondering, my husband describes me as a bitch that he loves with all his heart. I'm very opinionated and head-strong but I listen and think about other's views. I've learned since the last few years that every story has at least 2 sides. No one is completely innocent. Everyone thinks their view is correct and does not like to be told that they are possibly wrong. People tend not to take responsibility for their actions but are very quick to judge others. I've never said I was perfect, I admit my flaws and being FAKE. I wish people take the time to read things because â€” IT MUST BE WRITTEN FOR A REASON not just to take up some space on the page. <br /><br /> In reference to the "angel" and "sweet" comments posted everywhere I look, I guess I'm the only mean Filipino in the WHOLE WORLD. If I had realized that my native homeland was the paradise that everyone else talked about, I guess I wouldn't have moved. Some places in the Philippines are truly beautiful and are some of God's greatest work of art. Every country has beauty and ugliness, except the Philippines. I don't understand why people get upset with the truth. If I started a world-wide blog of how United States was the most perfect nation in the world, no crime, everyone is beautiful, nice to each other, no prejudice to each other, all the women are beautiful, respectful, angels, good with finance and only family-oriented, all the men are hard-working, helpful kind and considerate people, I assume everyone else in the world will flock to my blog to tell me how correct and insightful I am about my perfect nation and perfect people. My family is alive and well, I'm not as well-off as others originally from there, All my neighbors growing up seemed to live a lot like me. Am I a gold-digger? I wish someone had explained how to do this because my husband can't seem to find all the gold he's supposed to have. I'm sure I could find someone with more money but I kinda like the guy I married. To tell the truth I married him out of love and respect. We've disagreed but respected each other's views. According to Fil-Am people, we've been working out a divorce now for about going on a decade. God! We're so slow at this.....Do they offer classes somewhere for this type of thing? <br /><br /> Personally, I do not view myself as a weak-willed helpless woman of low self-esteem. My husband is ex-military and taught me when I first got here how to use a pistol, rifle, and hunting knife to do what someday may need to be done. By the way, I'm a good shot and can use a knife rather well. I'd been doing TaeBo for several years and can punch and kick pretty hard at least hard enough to make my big brother cry and asked me to show him how to hit that hard! <br /><br /> <table cellspacing="5" cellpadding="5" border="0" align="center" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td align="center"> <img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SL8rogBLalI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZjpXg3afSwg/s400/29.jpg" /></td><td><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SMCTt6wAnJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qN2TQu0ijgM/s400/LastScan1.jpg" /></td></tr></tbody></table> <br /><br /> My husband does not care for weak people of low self-esteem. I know how to do plumbing, electrical work, and construction work, I mow my lawn not because he made me learn but because I respect myself more being self-reliant. My husband showed me how to work on cars which is helpful by the way. He said when we first got married, if something was to happen to him, that I would be prepared to take care of myself and he would not have to worry about me. I love my husband because he taught me how to be self-sufficient and not need him. I stay with him not because I have to but because I want to. My husband and me are good friends, we fight all the time and disagree......Geeee, I've heard stories that other married couples disagree sometimes too, but I'm sure ITS JUST A RUMOR...I'm sure we are the only ones that do this in reality.... I learned to rely on myself and learn I don't need someone to take care of me. <br /><br /> As far as my children goes, no one online needs to know their names, ages, or how they look. I don't see how they are relevant to any of these. I think anyone with a child understands that. Since I've returned back to the city, faces changed but the people are still the same, who's got what, who's better than you, and grown-people acting like 13 year-old children. Women getting jealous of each other, trying to hurt one another, starting rumors about others, so they can feel better about themselves doing wrong. Friends pretending to be friends, but all the time lying about themselves. Even here in Zorpia world, and I admit to it that I do this, I visit people's pages..I visit their friends' pages, I visited their friends' friends' pages. I'm nosy and like to get a better understanding of people who request friendship from me. But mostly, I'm just nosy and bored. Ohhhh, BAD ME... I'm sure no one here does the SAAAAAME THING! There's a lot fake smiles and throat-cutting/back-stabbing that happens between pages here. Everyone's got several accounts, everyone has so many identities at one time. You'd be surprised how many guys are girls. People are hiding from other friends from their other accounts, and how many friends you have that talk badly of you on their other account. Zorpia mirrors real life extremely well except a few look hard enough online, you can hear everything being said about you. I'd like to thank Zorpia for everything they did for me, and I do not intend to be intimidated or scared online, just like Im not that way in person. I'm very happy that this "Matt" persona came to life and showed me who my true friends are. <br /><br /> I did fall into the internet addiction trap and actually started a forum about it long ago after I realized I had a problem and jokingly said I'm on 18 hours a day. I mean, COOOOME ON, who has that TIME? People can take the time to read a joke and make believe it to be real but don't take time to read forums on the subject, specially when I'm the one who told the joke on myself and wrote a forum about online addiction. </font></marquee></td></tr></tbody></table> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1834082 Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:28 EDT Ionne's Music Videos http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1820915 <table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="20" background="transparent" align="left" style="border: 1pt solid yellow; padding: 1pt;"><tbody><tr><td> <img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/1b/1b3a3f94cb716f6bdcbadd7388a7f515.gif" /></td><td><center><embed allowNetWorking="internal" AllowScriptAccess="sameDomain" width="450" height="350" border="0" align="middle" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/video/lcd.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=32144&path=2008/07/16&mycolor=FFFBEB&mycolor2=D6ACFA&mycolor3=E9CDFF&autoplay=true&rand=true&f=3&vol=&pat=1&grad=true" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allownetworking="internal" /></center></td><td><img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/1b/1b3a3f94cb716f6bdcbadd7388a7f515.gif" /></td></tr></tbody></table> <br /> Movies & Videos http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1820915 Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:22 EDT My Lost Love http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1808447 <table cellspacing="10" cellpadding=10 style="border: 1pt solid yellow; padding: 8pt;"><tbody><tr><td background=http://lh5.ggpht.com/ionn1901/SMlRz7ekOGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vuiTG3m5NyQ/s800/stars.gif><font face="comic sans ms" color="white" size="4"><strong>I am in search for this man. I am willing to spend the rest of my life looking for him. I saw him in my dream and I know that my life is destined to be with him. Its killing me inside that he would never know my love for him. I have fallen inlove to someone that I don't even know exists. I find my fate has turned out so cruel; my fate is twisted, always getting my hopes up just to bring them back down, each time I think of him, I feel the pain and it's stronger and longer, and I feel lost. <br /><br /> Why is this happening to me? I would do anything to have him love me, all my dreams, wishes and hopes is with him. I feel like I lost a love that I never had. I'm all shattered and everything I see is blue. But I know I can't change what fate has brought me, I can't change what destiny has chosen for me. I find myself getting angry because it only reminds me of the pain that I cannot be with him. I have gone the wrong way. I don't know the answer to why we aren't together, but I do know my feelings for him are real. <br /><br /> Even if he's thousands of miles away from me, I would walk there this very instant to just have a glimpse of his perfect smile.</strong></font> <strong></td></tr><tr><td align=center> <center><img src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/ionnegullett/fav4.jpg?t=1212162676" /></center> </strong></td></tr></tbody></table> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1808447 Fri, 30 May 2008 12:41 EDT Ionne's Playlist http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1808008 <table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="20" border="0" background="transparent" align="left"><tbody><tr><td> <img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/1b/1b3a3f94cb716f6bdcbadd7388a7f515.gif" /></td><td><embed allowNetWorking="internal" AllowScriptAccess="sameDomain" width="300" height="340" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" flashvars="backColor=000000&primaryColor=CC0033&secondaryColor=CC0033&linkColor=CC0033" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/zWs6z8F7Ur/autoShuffle=true/" /></td><td><img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/1b/1b3a3f94cb716f6bdcbadd7388a7f515.gif" /></td></tr></tbody></table><table></table> Music http://www.zorpia.com/Ionne1901/journal/1808008 Thu, 29 May 2008 01:14 EDT