Yunny Pottie

Moving to wordpress...

2006-07-11T21:25:00.000+08:00

I don't know why either...

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Funny how I saw this one coming...

2006-03-05T04:19:00.000+08:00

I bet everyone has his own story. This is not the first time I've had these types of encounter.

The first one was when I was still in college. Chasky, Arnel, Ozzie and I were riding a jeep from Philcoa to UP when I noticed that the guy beside me was somewhat uneasy. I switched my purse to Ozzie's side. After several passengers went down the jeep, the guy beside me transferred beside Ozzie. I noticed a man at Arnel's left side was also a bit uneasy. I looked at how awkward he was positioned, he had his right arm below his backpack and his left arm over it. I knew he was up to something. Then I saw his right hand (the one under the bag) extending to Arnel's side. I immediately gestured to Chasky that there was a snatcher and said "para!" right away. I think Ozzie and Arnel saw the scared expression on my face so they also immediately got down the jeep. I sure thank God nothing happened that day. I also sure do hope nothing bad happened to the driver.

The second, and hopefully my last encounter happened just this Wednesday. Due to some circumstances, I went home from the office alone. My usual route is just walking to the Katipunan jeep terminal, riding the jeep, going down at Xavierville avenue, and walking a block towards my apartment. This has been my route eversince. Nothing bad has happened to me while commuting until this Wednesday.

At 8:30 in the evening, I was carrying my purse on my right shoulder, my laptop on my left and the Servlets and JSP headfirst book on my hands, close to my chest.

While walking from the office to the Katipunan terminal, I felt someone following me. I walked faster but I still felt him getting closer. So I stopped in a well lit light near those security guys with arnis. Yes, I am a paranoid.

I managed to get to the Katipunan jeep safely after the guy went past me. While riding the jeep, I thought to myself... "Someone will snatch my bag tonight." Other thoughts were running through my head, such as how important the contents of my bag are and how unimportant it will be to the snatcher. The only thing that the snatcher might find useful in my bag was P200 in my wallet and my cellphone.

While other some other distressing thoughts were in my head, I noticed that I was near my stop. I hailed the jeep, I got down at Xavierville Ave. and went my way. After a few steps, I saw a man on my periphery who was looking at me. When I went past him, I felt someone pulling. It took a second or so for me to realize that he wasn't pulling me, he was pulling my purse. It was the guy who was looking at me. He went from one place to another so fast.

The snatcher couldn't get my purse because I was holding a book with my two hands. There was no way for him to get it unless I let go of the book. But I couldn't let go of the book. I was holding it so tight because I was scared. I tried to run but I couldn't, he still was holding my purse. I screamed and I screamed and I was trying to pull away. No one helped. The snatcher wouldn't let go of my purse. I thought about giving it to him but I couldn't manage to let go of the book. He dragged me so hard, that I slipped to the ground. I was still pulling away so he slipped. Every second was so chaotic that only after a second or so did I realize that he punched me in the face. After a few more seconds of struggling, he gave up. He then shouted, "umuwi ka na nga!" like I owed it to him.

I stood up, went to the tire shop which was around 5 feet away. There were a bunch of people in the shop, maybe 5-7 people. I thought I might be safer there. The snatcher just stood standing, looking at me. Then he repeated, "Umuwi ka na nga!". I had no idea what to do. I just couldn't move. I looked at the people inside the shop, they were playing cards or drinking, I couldn't guess. A man inside the shop asked me what happened, I told him that the guy tried to snatch my bag. Next thing I knew, the snatcher was gone.

The guy inside the shop asked where I lived so I told him I just live a block away. He asked one of his companions (a girl) to accompany me while walking towards my building. A few steps away, another set of guys asked me if the snatcher took anything. I said "None, thank you for your concern". While walking, I was still shocked but my head was trying to clear up. During the incident, my mind was only on keeping myself safe and pulling away from the snatcher. Everything else was a blur, including the surroundings.

Only then did I realize that there were people around me, that could have helped during the incident. It was hard not to notice me screaming. It was very obvious that a snatcher was trying to steal my bag. I realized the other set of people were not concerned, they just wanted to gossip.

What the girl, who accompanied me to my apartment, said kind of shook me all the more. "Pasensya ka na, lasing kasi yun. Kanina pa yun dun eh. Ok ka na ba dito?" We were at the intersection near my apartment so I didn't have the time to ask questions. I just replied, "Ok na, Thank you po".

Did they know him? Was it because they knew him that they did not help me? I might be mistaken. Maybe they really didn't notice me, and I might have misinterpreted the girl's words.

In any case, I am grateful that they helped me get home safe after that experience. But still, I am asking myself, if ever they did see the whole incident, why did they not help? Reminds me of the experiences of my friends - on both instances, there were people around, but no one helped. Is this a fact of life?

I refuse to believe the world is like this. I still think there are good people in this world willing to help someone in trouble.

I was still trembling when I got home. I was trying to act normally since my roommate had a guest. Both of them noticed something was wrong so I told them the whole story. I felt a little better but I still asked my Ozzie to come. I felt so much better when he came and comforted me. We went to SBC to take my mind off the incident. I felt much, much better.

I am thankful that nothing really really bad happened. It was bad, but I am still ok. I am also thankful that the snatcher was stupid enough to aim for the purse and not the laptop bag. If he tried to get the laptop bag, he would have gotten away with it easily since it was not as securely fastened to my shoulder as my purse.

A lesson to be learned: Listen to your mom. Never go home alone when it's already dark. The world is a scary, scary place. Better be careful and/or paranoid than be hurt or dead.

L'amour suce parfois

2006-03-01T03:58:00.000+08:00

Please get it out of your head. You should be immune to this by now... along with the other things you should be immune to. You should not think about this anymore... along with the other things you should never think/talk about.

Come on, you have a lot of things to do than sulk, be depressed and be insecure.

Please. Get back to work. Lots of things to do.

My Humps

2006-01-30T02:02:00.000+08:00

I liked the Song "My Humps".

... but now this song (a parody from a group called Toungue & Chic) is always on my brain... Gosh!! LSS!!

My Humps

Goes something like this (can't hear it quite well, but still funny nevertheless):

these homos(?) got you crazy,
but i don't want no baby
holding them real nice-y
coz babies they be pricey

....

Whatcha gonna do with all that sex/d*ck,
all that sex/d*ck that's on your brain?
Im gonna just abstain, just abstain, just abstain...

....

so just dry hump, dry hump,
dry hump, dry hump, dry hump....

goodness... when will I get this out of my brain?

I Scream... Ice Cream.!!!!

2006-01-19T14:51:00.000+08:00

You Are Vanilla Ice Cream

Your personality is anything but "vanilla"
You're a risk taker, who's up for anything new.
You go well with anyone and fit into any situation.
You are most compatible with rocky road ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Yumyum! Big Scoop Vanilla Ice cream is my favorite!

Mean like Princess Clara

2006-01-19T03:43:00.000+08:00

I realized I'm somewhat like Princess Clara.
If you watch Drawn Together, you'd know what I mean.

Princess Clara is not your typical Princess. For one thing, she's mean. Naiively mean. Apparently, I made a mean comment about Joe-e's classmates. Up till now, Joe-e and Ozzie have not forgiven me yet. They incessantly make fun of me. I honestly didn't know that I was mean.

Well, that's the only thing we have in common. Aside from being mean, she's such a repressed girl and a big fat bigot.

Drawn Together is anything but politically correct. This show makes fun of anything and everything. Name a sensitive topic and I'm sure that they have already taunted it. Topics range from sex, race, religion and sexual orientation to doodies, boobies and woodies. This show has no restrictions at all.

That's why I like it.

If there is one show to be called a guilty pleasure, this is certainly it.

There's only 2 reactions to this type of shows, either you get offended or you just laugh it out. My case is the latter.

Yuuummmm.... =P~

2006-01-06T03:41:00.000+08:00

This was the Christmas ham I cooked during our Christmas party with college friends. Yuuuummmm. The way pre-packed Christmas hams are supposed to be cooked - with pineapple juice and white wine. The Christmas ham is one of the things I look forward to every Christmas. Teehee.

How accurate?

2006-01-03T01:00:00.000+08:00

Got this quiz from Ozzie, which he got from Carla, which Carla got from Sym...

Result:
Histrionic

Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
brought to you by Quizilla

Definition:

his·tri·on·ic (hstr-nk) also his·tri·on·i·cal (--kl)
adj.
Of or relating to actors or acting.
Excessively dramatic or emotional; affected.

Verdict:

I am a histrionic, but I don't lie to get attention.
I make "pa-cute"... which I admit, sometimes make other people want to vomit. At least they're vomiting because of me. Hahaha!

Oh boy...

2005-12-07T00:30:00.000+08:00

A lot of people are in trouble...

The Worst Sin

So that's what those things are called...

2005-12-06T02:02:00.000+08:00

I was curious what my lastname meant, so I asked help from our ever trustworthy friend - google, which directed me to wikipedia:

Lorica is a Latin word literally meaning body armour and may refer to one of the following:

One of a number of types of Roman armour:
A hauberk of chainmail: Lorica hamata.
A shirt of metal scales: Lorica squamata.
A shirt of ribbed scales resembling feathers: Lorica plumata.
A cuirass of metal plates: Lorica segmentata.

An religious incantation.
Lorica, was the name given by the Romans to the city now known as Loriga, Serra da Estrela in central Portugal.

Cool! I never knew those armors were called loricas. Ironically, I dislike (hate is such a strong word) watching movies with Roman warriors and such. Well... I dislike war movies. Period.

I also checked out the meaning of my real name. Surprisingly, it means "beloved" or "loved one" in French. I wonder if my parents knew that, or they just picked out a name that matches my sister's? My sister's name obviously means love. I never thought mine did, too.

Funny I've had this name for 23 years now, and I never knew its meaning (well... until now, thanks to my curiosity and google).

Wishing...

2005-12-03T03:19:00.000+08:00

that life could be this perfect

Yellow to me is...

2005-11-30T23:28:00.000+08:00

The National Geographic Channel had a contest entitled "Yellow to me...". This is a contest wherein you send a photograph, along with an essay of what yellow means to you.

I took some pictures of lanterns, or parol, and sent them to NGC along with a cheesy essay.
I know I won't win. But hey, I found something fun to do. It's also funny how I never noticed the color yellow before. All I see is green, blue and pink.

Darn. Now I have that photography fever.

So surreal...

2005-11-29T02:56:00.000+08:00

Away from the hustle and bustle of Manila, I found tranquility in the small island of Bohol.

The white powdery shore, the clear blue sea and the pleasant sky creates a place so detached from the world.
Along the shore, tall coconut trees swing in unison, as if dancing with the wind. The indigo sea and the clear blue sky, separated only by a thin and indistinct line of the horizon, seemed to blend perfectly into each other. The picturesque scene will undoubtedly captivate anyone.

In this isolated little paradise, you can relax in the silence with all the time in the world. Enjoy the serenity of nature in all its original splendour while the cool sea breeze gently caresses your face. Afar from the activity of other beaches where no one rests, Bohol, no doubt, the ideal place for a relaxing escape.

Byebye... Hope you enjoy lounging around on the beach

2005-11-29T00:40:00.000+08:00

I left my beloved watch at the beach in Bohol a few days ago. I left it under the shirt with my phone and camera on the shore when we went swimming. When we picked our stuff back and went to the hotel, I only picked up the shirt, camera and phone.

I wish I didn't take it off. It was water resistant anyway. I wish I put it in the camera case. I would have done so many things to prevent this incident.

Anyway, it was too late when I found out that my watch was missing. It was on the third day. I left the watch on the first day.

My watch haunted me yesterday in a dream. It was just a scene, wherein the watch was still on my wrist. I still can't help thinking about that watch. I searched more than 10 malls in Texas to find that particular watch.

I got a replacement watch, but everytime you ask the time, it replies "It's shnuggle time!". It's definitely better, but I need a watch that actually tells the time.

Byebye Fossil... I hope you enjoy your stay there. You will definitely be missed.

One of my greatest fears...

2005-11-29T00:16:00.000+08:00

I had a dream last night, and it considerably affected me. It was one of my greatest fears. It may sound petty, but I'm scared of being cheated on.
The dream wasn't really that long. In fact, I only remember a scene. It was my Ozzie with someone. I knew right then (in my dream) he had replaced me.
I know my Ozzie really won't cheat on me... but the dream made such a large impact.

Oh, how true...

2005-11-22T01:07:00.000+08:00

The Moods of a Woman

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction,
She’s afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She’ll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,
She’ll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She’ll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk,
At times she’ll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She’ll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.

The Moods of a Man

Hungry.
Horny.
Sleepy.

Grrrrr....

2005-11-21T02:27:00.000+08:00

I'm annoyed!!

Of all the resorts to choose from, we chose the one with the ugliest website and the resort with no swimming pool!

Ozzie and I are going to Bohol this weekend for a nice happy trip. Imagine the sea, the Loboc river cruise, Chocolate hills, the Tarsiers.... but after all that... where to? There's no freaking swimming pool or jacuzzi!

It didn't really bother me until Ozzie said "I hope there's a swimming pool."

Geez!! I never really checked it out before we made the reservations. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!

Haaay... I'll just make myself feel better... We're not there for the pool anyway. We're going there for the beach. :)

EDIT:
Yaaaaaaaay!!! I just found out from virtualtourist.com that there is actually a swimming pool at Alona Kew. Great! Happy! I'm so excited. 3 more days!

Every girl's dillema

2005-09-04T13:13:00.000+08:00

I'm an addict of Guildwars. Thanks to my Ottie. As usual, I play the game because I want to play dress-up.
Last week I was faced with the dillema of either having cute clothes but every other female elementalist has this on, or having an uglier outfit but is somewhat more uncommon (and higher armor).
I opted for the more uncommon outfit. Although later on in the game, I saw that every other elementalist had the same outfit, so what the heck. The ugly outfit was originally dyed orange (yuck). I used dye remover so that the color would be purple. (hey, purple dye is a lot more expensive than the dye remover)

Here are the pictures: (Ozzie also has a new armor)

Need to get this out of my system... (Another petty fight)

2005-08-23T04:01:00.000+08:00

Let's just get this over and done with... I have an exam today and I need to get this out of my system. NOW.

Ozzie and I had a fight today. He was playing Guildwars and I was studying for my exam. I got irritated at a topic I couldn't quite understand so I thought I needed to punch something. I punched my bed out of frustration. Afterwards I thought I will make kulit my Ozzie and punch him. I'll use my pillow as a buffer nalang.

He got angry, he said it hurt. I said I was sorry, but to no effect. He further elaborated that it hurt so much, he then turned off the PC. I was sorry. It meant to be a playful punch. I didn't mean it to hurt.

It was my fault -- I knew. He said "Fine, I won't play anymore"
It wasn't the whole point. I was just being playful, I was sorry it hurt.
I said "Sorry, sorry... maglaro ka na ulit please. Aral nalang ulit ako. Di na kita kukulitin."
He said "Naiinis ako kasi sinuntok mo ako."
....
I said, "Ano ba? Maglaro ka na nga ulit, mag-aaral nalang ako. Di na kita kukulitin!"
He said in a raised tone, "Nung una nainis ako dahil sinuntok mo ako, tapos ok na. Nainis nalang ako nung nainis ka na, kasi ayaw ko na maglaro"
I said in an even higher tone, "Can you lower your voice down please?"
He said "Hindi naman ako nagtataas ng boses, ikaw naman yung ..."
I interrupted, "Lagi ka naman ganyan, lagi mo sinasabi na di mo ko pinagtataasan ng boses!"

He walked out. Well I didn't come after him -- at least for the next 5 mins. I said to myself, "I'll just think it over. Fine, I'll come after him this time."
I knew it was my fault, but I wish he would just admit it when he raises his voice.

After a few minutes and still he didn't come back, I went outside. He wasn't there.
Disappointed and sad... therefore this blog. I wonder if he could sleep. Who knows? This could be his best sleep ever... No spoiled hunny to think about.

I reread my post about Fry & Seymour yesterday. I said to myself I'm so lucky to have him.
Oh well, you can't blame him. My fault anyway.

Sick with a dreaded disease...

2005-08-15T16:08:00.000+08:00

My Ozzie has such small eyes. Until lately, it was just a theory of mine that I (or any other a person with normal eyes) could see a lot more than he does. Seems that I was correct. We proved it by focusing on a certain object and then telling what the upper boundary of our periphery is. We have tried several targets. While estimating my periphery to be at around 43 degrees upward, surprisingly, Ozzie's is only at about 17-20 degrees.

In Caleruega, I went on joking him about being able to see more than he does.
"I can see the whole church, even if I just look straight ahead!"
He looked up, said "Oh, Yup. It's nice." then breathes deeply and then came back to me with "The trees smell nice! :D"

Huhuhuhuhu... at least he can look up and then see the sky. Me? I didn't even know trees had smell. I can't even smell poop even if you put it right under my nose. Maybe I can smell it, but I wouldn't know what it is..

Anosmia never really bothered me. I have never (as far as I can remember) smelled anything.The most possible cause (I can think of) is due to my eternal colds.

Today during the morning rush, (forgot which entry) Delamar was explaining that when you're eating and then you pinch your nose, you could not determine what food it is.Of course, that's a grade/highschool experiment. I really thought those experiments don't work anyway. Because pinched or unpinched nose, they're still the same. So I just cheated on that experiment, saying it was successful.

It saddens me that I can't even smell the flowers that my Ozzie gives me. Sometimes I do, but sometimes I think I only imagine it. Like the other day, I ordered iced mocha. For some reason, I was expecting to drink iced tea. The first gulp really tasted like iced tea. until I realized that it was iced mocha. Thrice that happened. Same day... same drink.

Ozzie always says that different people have different smells. He said I smell like vanilla (and now, lacoste pink too). I have read that before in a fictional book. I said cool, he can smell people... not knowing that it's really true.

I only realized I had anosmia during college. Only recently did I realize that I can't taste food properly too! I can taste food, but can't differentiate between beef & pork, can't taste basil, cilantro, or whatever spices are in my food, can't taste whether my food is too salty, etc. Hmmm.... so food is yummier if only I could smell. How sad... :(

I know it's really hard to explain smell. I know it's difficult for Ozzie to explain when I ask "what does it smell like?" if he says e.g. "like trees" then I'll ask again "oh really, they have smell? so what do trees smell like?" and then I'll stop, realizing taht it's difficult to explain because I have never really smelled anything.

There are so many disadvantages to this sickness. Perfumes (with a few exceptions like mine - lacoste pink from Ozzie) smell just like isoprophyll alcohol. Several times I have drank/eaten spoiled food because I didn't know. Several times, I have burned food because I couldn't smell it. I have once put ginger on baked mac (just because I felt like it), didn't notice any difference...
and then when my brother tasted it, he asked if baked mac really does have ginger. I said no, doen't make any difference anyway. He said the baked mac tasted gingery - he has kept teasing me since then about "my specialty - macaroning may luya (macaroni with ginger)". Argh. I have countless stories, but it really would take too long to enumerate each one.

I wish I could get my smell back (if I really had it in the first place). That would be real nice. As far as I know there's no cure yet. Even if there is, I don't think I would use up all my money for the cure. It's not fatal anyway. I can live. :)

I live a boring life...

2005-04-14T16:36:00.000+08:00

I've realized that my life is so boring.
Other than work and Ozzie, I have no life whatsoever.

I want to do something. Not just sleep all weekend and wait for 5pm to come so Ozzie and I could meet (watch a movie, go shopping and eat).

I was thinking about buying a bike/rollerblades so I could get some exercise. I just don't know where to put the bike so I opted for the rollerblades. The problem is - the rollerblades I have seen are more pricey than the bikes I've seen.

I've also thought about cooking lessons but we haven't found anything good yet. (Most are baking classes - I want real cooking classes, the type of food you can cook everyday)

I've also thought about going swimming. But I haven't found a covered/indoor swimming pool yet.

haaay..... life is so boring.

I'm just waiting for our offsite on the 30th so we could go to the beach.

Just for a cutesy-wutesy avatar...

2005-04-11T04:06:00.000+08:00

Been quite some time since I last updated this blog. Not that I don't have much to write. I just don't make time for it.

Lately I've been addicted to GunBound. Well, not that much anymore, at least. Not since I got my cutesy-wutesy avatar - a cute hussy hair worth 35000 gold, a space marine suit (gift from level-ups) and a cute, cute hawt which cost 500 Gunbound cash (P20 of Ozzie's load). I'm planning to buy one of those sunglasses. I can't decide which one though. It was what I was playing for anyway- a cute, cute avatar.

... unlike someone I know, who just wants to get out of the shishiw stage.
Teehee.

Hope I don't botch this one...

2005-03-15T23:33:00.000+08:00

I'm kinda sleepy.... but I have to do some work stuff after midnight. Yes, specifically after midnight.

Anyway, I'm cooking beef with asparagus right now. Actually, I'm letting the beef marinade for a while. Tomorrow, this will be our packed lunch. :)

I just realized that I've never cooked anything this complicated before. The hardest viand I have cooked was chicken adobo. I know that one's easy, but I still botched that adobo. It was waaay too salty. My younger brother said I had the tendency to make any food salty. :(
I think I have botched fried food too... just couldn't (or rather, wouldn't want to) remember.

I sure hope I won't botch this one too. :)

I don't like haircuts...

2005-03-14T04:48:00.000+08:00

Ozzie and I got a haircut today. It has been a habit that we get our haircut at the same time. It's really sweet.

We sat side by side to get our hair cut.

I really don't like haircuts, to be honest. I don't like anything drastic to be done to my hair. Just a simple trim or a safe hairstyle would do.

When I got there I didn't know what hairstyle I would get so I asked for a magazine. They gave me a few ang I picked one I liked. It's just a simple cut, just straight but with long bangs on the side.
The girl who cut my hair was the girl who cut my hair before, and I hated it. She didn't follow the cut I wanted.

Anyway, we proceeded with the haircut. Usually, when I get my hair cut and they're cutting my hair too short I feel anxious. I really fear haircuts... this has been true eversince highscool, when I got a really awful haircut. I looked like a mushroom. I couldn't tie my hair because it was too short, I couldn't clip it because it was too shaggy. I couldn't do anything about it but just let it look so awful. Enough with the dreadful flashbacks...

The initial cut was fine. She just cut a few inches from my hair. I felt safe.

After blowdrying my hair, I actually liked the cut, just a simple one. When the haircut lady was doing the layers of my hair, I couldn't do anything but be shocked, since she already cut it. The layers were too high!! I couldn't say stop... because then the layers would be weird and uneven. I trusted her, but all throughi=out the haircut I felt butterflies in my tummy. I was nervous.

Well, the final result? I don't like my hair.

Remember the scene in Charlie's Angels where Drew Barrymore was a punk? My hair looked like hers. It's so weird. I look like a punk.

I'm just hoping that later, when I wash my hair it wouldn't look so bad.

I wasn't safe after all...

Fat loss challenge

2005-03-13T14:36:00.000+08:00

A few months ago I have been trying to gain weight because I'm underweight.

Now... I'm trying to lose the weight I gained.
The fat just goes all to the wrong places! I was hoping the fat would evenly distribute. But now, I have excess fat on my tummy... My arms and hips are really big. Anyway... I'll lose the weight in time. I don't like diet...
Hmmm.. okay I'll regulate food intake. Except chocolate, ice cream and cake!

I wanted to buy one of those exercise machines you could use at home (I saw one in Rob, just 4K) because I don't have time to go to the gym... but I changed my mind when I can't even go up 4 flights of stairs to go to my apartment.

I was watching TV and saw the infomercial for handy roller. Its a massager which supposedly breaks down fat. How in the world can a massager break down fat? It's just too good to be true. hehehe. Who believes those anyway?

My own blog

2005-03-12T22:46:00.000+08:00

I'm starting my own blog. I have another blog but it's an Ozzie blog.

Just about everything I have in mind. Ozzie or non-Ozzie I'll put it here...

Yeah, I know I don't have much time... but I'll try.