Confessions of AttyArj

stop…look…and listen to your instincts

September 29, 2010

I want to share an experience that I had this morning so you’ll all learn from it.

At around 11:45 this morning, I was driving along C5 (north bound) when I noticed a guy in motorcycle overtaking thru my right side.  At that point, nasa Kapitolyo fly-over na ako, makitid ang daan kaya nagulat ako when he suddenly appeared on my right side.  From then on, I noticed na hindi na sha lumalayo sakin.  He was either tailing me or driving alongside me on the right lane. I sped up, slowed down but I didn’t lose him.  That scared me a bit so I decided to stop. I signaled right (I’m in the middle lane kasi) and overtook him. When I reached the right most lane, I looked for a safe spot were I can park.  I made a full stop in front of Country Noodles/Lydia’s Lechon. Since the parking lot was full, nag-hazzard muna ako and waited.  When I looked at my rearview mirror, I saw him behind me, naka-tigil din, parang na-gulat sha na tumigil ako.  He then drove past me but stopped a few meters away, sa may Metrobank.  He didn’t move and stayed there for a few minutes all the while looking back at my car. At that point kinabahan na talaga ako, naisip lahat ng modus operandi na nakikita ko sa news at nababasa ko sa newspapers.  Since nakatigil na ako, I decided to really park and to stay inside the restaurant.  I stayed there, had lunch and, after almost an hour, finally mustered the courage to get out and drive again. 

Now that I have mulled over the incident, I realized that I my instincts may have been wrong.  Baka wala naman siyang balak na masama.  Sa totoo lang, I don’t really know what that guy’s intention was, I’m just glad that I was able to go home and that I’m safe.

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drive s l o w l y

August 16, 2010
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I learned a very important lesson today — drive slowly.

Not being a morning person, I hate AM hearings because they usually start at 8:30 sharp. Although some judges are quite lenient, some unusually strict ones lock their court rooms. This morning, I had an 8:30am schedule and, to make matters worse, it was in Paranaque.

Except for the stiff neck that’s been bothering me since Sunday, I woke up feeling good and left the condo at around 7:30am.

Since I was south bound and driving against the early morning tide, I had a lot of time to spare. Unfortunately, since I was running at about 90km/hr in the middle lane, I missed my exit.

Usually, there are signs that say “1km to Sucat exit” but I saw no such sign this morning. Also, the area changed a lot. Apparently, the flyover construction in the area significantly progressed since the last time I went there.

Having missed my exit, I took the next one, Alabang.

Since the Makati bound lane of SLEX is traffic heavy, the traffic guide advised me to take the service road instead. Big mistake.

Let’s just say it took me an hour to backtrack and rectify my split second mistake.

As expected, I arrived an hour late for my hearing. Fortunately, the judge wasn’t there so the hearing was cancelled nonetheless. Haayyy, I so blessed.

I swear from now on, I will drive slowly….. sa SLEX, pag may hearing ako sa Paranaque =)

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i’m “still single” because….

January 30, 2010

For the past couple of (dog) years I’ve pondered about my lack of success in the dating department.  I know I’m not lacking in the looks or personality department (coz friends and family constantly reassure me) so I really had a hard time figuring out why I morphed from a “single” twenty something into a “still single” thirty something.  Until today.

Now I know.

Just a couple of hours ago, while I was preparing my dinner, I finally figured out my biggest flaw.  I have zero kitchen skills.

Remember my disastrous ginisang corned beef con meatloaf?

While I have basic frying and sautéing skills, I can’t even cook adobong kangkong without the help of the internet.  My netbook spent so much time in the kitchen counter it now smells of onion and garlic.

That’s why I’m “still single”.  No matter how hard I try or how I often I stay glued on Lifestyle Network watching all the cooking shows.  I can’t seem to imbibe the Martha Stewart spirit.  I know that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach but, somehow, I can’t get there.  I’m constantly lost ‘coz I can’t seem to follow simple directions.

A couple of hours ago, I got hungry so I opened a bottle of Spanish sardines.  Since I can’t eat stuff straight from the bottle, I followed the basic ginisa recipe.  I had no trouble doing the basics.  I sautéed garlic, onions and tomatoes without a glitch but I can’t say the same about the “then add the Spanish sardines in olive oil” part.  As I was pouring the sardines from the bottle, I was surprised when I saw large chunks of fish instead of the usual tiny fish that they also use to make tuyo.  WTF?

Dumbfounded, I naturally checked the bottle label and it was then that I realized that what I have was the bangus (milkfish) version.

Ooops!  I did it again.  Another label disaster.  I should have paid more to attention to Nestle’s commercial slogan.  It really “pays to look at the label”.

The (really) sad thing was the fact that I was the one who went grocery shopping.  I (obviously) grabbed the wrong bottle.  To top it all, I grabbed two wrong ones.

Haayyy, how stupid can I get?

Now you also know.

I’m “still single” because not only can’t I f**king cook, I also can’t do grocery shopping.

Men may not be as intuitive as women but I’m pretty sure that they can smell my lack of kitchen skills from a mile away.

i’m back

December 9, 2009

I’ve been meaning to update my blog but for some reasons (which I will probably reveal in the future), I procrastinated. Anyway, the block is gone and, in case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m back.

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rest in peace Tita Cory

August 4, 2009
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how to get a US visa, the Nicole way

March 19, 2009

Nicole?  Sinong Nicole?

Si Nicole ang bida sa “Subic Rape Case”, isang mala-teleseryeng istorya na inumpisahan noong 2005 at patuloy pa ring sinusubaybayan ng mga tao.

Si Nicole ang babaeng nag-bakasyon sa Subic, nag-paiwan sa mga kasama at magdamag na nakipag-inuman at nakipag-landian sa mga sundalong amerikano na nakilala niya sa dance floor.

Si Nicole ang babaeng nag-reklamo at nag-sampa ng kasong rape laban kay Daniel Smith at mga kasamahan nito.

Si Nicole ang babaeng pinag-aksayahan ng pera ng gobyerno, ng panahon at pagod ng mga abugadong hindi nag-pabayad, at ng papel, lapis at ballpen ng mga reporter.

Si Nicole ang babaeng nagpa-sakit ng ulo ng mga taong gumagawa ng batas, nagpapa-tupad ng batas, nag-tuturo ng batas at nag-aaral ng batas.

Si Nicole ang babaeng naging dahilan ng muntik nang pag-kasira ng ating foreign relations sa bayan ni Smith.

Si Nicole ay si Suzette Nicolas at ito ang kanyang bagong kwento:

“Deep inside, however, I know that I may never be able to move on for as long as I continue to search for answer to so many questions that have lingered in my mind regarding the incident in Subic more than three years ago. Daniel Smith was convicted of rape because the court accepted my version that he took advantage of my intoxication in raping me inside a van that took us to the seawall located at the SBMA Alaba Pier at around 11:30 in the evening of November 1, 2005.”

“Daniel Smith’s witnesses said that while we were at the Neptune Club, I sat on Daniel Smith’s lap and that we kissed each other passionately. I remember that before I met Daniel Smith at the Neptune Club, all I ate was a slice of pizza at the Grand Leisure Hotel. After the pizza, everything else was alcoholic drinks from vodka sprite, B52, Singaporean sling, B53, long island ice tea to bullfrog all of which I drank bottoms up. I do not recall Daniel Smith having ordered any alcoholic drink for me. My drinks were all paid for by Chris Mills who invited me to go to the Neptune Club.”

“I had no opportunity to deny in court that I kissed Daniel Smith but with the amount of alcoholic mixed drinks I took, my low tolerance level of alcohol and with only a slice of pizza all night, it dawned upon me that I may have possibly lost my inhibitions, became so intimate with Daniel Smith and did more than just dancing and talking with him like everyone else on the dance floor. Looking back, I would not have agreed to talk with Daniel Smith and dance with him no less than three times if I did not enjoy his company or was at least attracted to him since I met him for the very first time on the dance floor of Neptune Club.”

“When I danced with Daniel Smith for the third time, my companion, Chris Mills has already left Neptune Club since he had to catch their curfew time at the military base. The lighting was sufficient for people to recognize each other and other marines were with their Filipino partners drinking, dancing and enjoying each other’s company and kissing and hugging among partners was a common scene.”

“With the events at the Neptune Club in mind, I keep on asking myself, if Daniel Smith wanted to rape me, why would he carry me out of the Neptune Club using the main entrance in full view of the security guard and the other sources? Why would the van park right in front of Neptune Club? Why would Daniel Smith and his companions bring me to the seawall of Alaba Pier and casually leave this area that was well lighted and with many people roaming around? If they believed that I was raped, would they have not dumped me instead in a dimly lit area along the highway going to Alaba Pier to avoid detection?”

“I told the court that Daniel Smith kissed my lips and neck and held my breast inside the van. Recalling my testimony, I ask myself now how could I have remembered this if witnesses told the court that I passed out and looked unconscious when I was brought to the van by Daniel Smith. How could I have resisted his advances given this condition? Daniel Smith and I were alone on the third row of the van which had limited space and I do not recall anyone inside the van who held my hand or any part of my body. What I can recall is that there was very loud music and shouting inside the van.”

“If the travel from Neptune Club took only several minutes and with the driver of the van trying to beat the curfew time of his passengers, how could I have instantly regained my consciousness and talked to the people upon reaching the seawall of Alaba Pier? When people gathered around me at the seawall, everyone seemed to have drawn the conclusion that I was raped except for one who called me a bitch.”

“Based on the account of SBMA police, I was very hesitant to board the mobile police car that brought me to the headquarters for investigation. I was so confused and the first thing that entered my mind was how would my mother and boyfriend react if they learn that I was last seen with Daniel Smith and that a condom was seen on my pants after Daniel Smith left the van? I was scared of losing not only my American boyfriend but the chance of living in the United States. In fact, I did not immediately tell my boyfriend that I was raped by Daniel Smith. All I said was that something bad happened to me.”

“I expect many sectors to question my motives in executing this statement more than three years after the incident. However, as I practically grew up interacting with American servicemen in Zamboanga City who treated me and my family very well, and thinking over and over again how I may have conducted myself at the Neptune Club, I can’t help but entertain doubts on whether the sequence of events in Subic last November of 2005 really occurred the way the court found them to have happened.

“My conscience continues to bother me realizing that I may have in fact been so friendly and intimate with Daniel Smith at the Neptune Club that he was led to believe that I was amenable to having sex or that we simply just got carried away. I would rather risk public outrage than do nothing to help the court in ensuring that justice is served.”

Wow!  Ang galing palang mag-ingles ni Nicole.  Ahhm, ano nga bang sinabi nya? 

Simple lang naman ang nais nyang iparating.   

“Totoo ang sabi ni Daniel Smith, we had consensual sex” – Nicole

Sa totoo lang, hindi naman nakakagulat ang kwentong ito.  Ang nakaka-gulat at nakaka-inis ay biglaang pagre-recant ni Nicole at ang balitang nasa Amerika na raw ito baon ang kanyang PhP100,000.00 settlement.  Eto pa, ang lahat nang pangyayaring ito ay lingid raw sa kaalaman ng kanyang magiting na abogado.  Yeah right?!?  Sa kaalaman kaya ni PGMA, lingid rin ito?  Kung ikaw ang pinuno ng US Embassy, bibigyan mo ba ng US visa si Nicole sa kabila ng lahat ng ginawa nya?  Nagtatanong lang.


For the full text of Nicole’s Sworn Statement, go to:

what’s the big deal?

March 11, 2009

Para sa mga hindi maka-relate sa previous entry ko (huling el bimbo) kasi hindi nakanood, tinamad, walang ka-date, walang pambiling ticket o ‘di kaya’y taga-ibang planeta at hindi kilala ang Eraserheads, I found a better way to describe the concert scene last Saturday.

Here’s a picture that speaks more than a 100,000 (estimated crowd) words.


Can you guys see me?  I’m the 67,896th girl from the 3rd exit on the right wearing a black tank top with gold sequined ribbon.  hehehe =)

Heartfelt compliments and big big thanks to Haw who sacrificed his viewing pleasure for everyone’s benefit.


February 14, 2009


Yan ang itsura ko nung Thursday night nang biglang maglahong parang Pringles sa inuman ang pinag-paguran at pinag-puyatan kong kontrata.

Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari.  Wala naman akong maling ginawa.  I was just editing a contract provision when MS Word suddenly went haywire.  May lumabas na advice window, I clicked one of the options, and then POOP!  Wala na yung kontratang dalawang araw ko sinulat at dapat in-email before end of business hours Thursday.

Eh ‘di ba may auto-recovery naman?

Alam ko. 

Eh ‘di ba may one-touch recovery function naman ang laptop mo?


Eh anong nangyari?

Hindi ko nga alam!

Hindi ako techie pero hindi rin naman ako idiota.  Alam kong may auto-recovery ang imbensyon ni Bill Gates pero for some strange reasons, hindi ako tinulungan ni Einstein at ni Bantay (yung aso ni Bill Gates). 

Nung umpisa, hindi ako nag-panic, sinubukan ko muna yung mga actions at commands na alam ko.  

Sinubukan kong i-re-open yung file name — “MOA rrj draft 3” sa File window list.  Andun pero ayaw bumukas!  Shit!

I minimized the Word file, opened My Documents, clicked the right folder and then looked for the file name — “MOA rrj draft 3”.  WALA?!? OMG! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

At that point medyo panic mode na’ko pero naisip kong meron pang pag-asa.  May Windows Explorer pa. 

I tried exploring.  I didn’t work.  FCUK!  I’m fcuked!

Last chance.  Isa na lang pag-asa ko — Windows Search.

Surprise surprise!  Wala raw document na may file name na “MOA rrj draft 3”.  Eto pa, wala raw akong ginawa nung February 11, 2009!  WALA?!? Anong WALA?!?  Nag-papatawa ba ‘tong laptop ko?!?

While exploring may nakita akong “Rescued Document” na naka-MS Notepad format.  YES!  May na-recover!  Nabuhayan ako ng loob.  May sumibol na pag-asa sa puso ko kaya agad ko itong binuksan.

SHIT! FCUK! P.I.!!!!

Nangilid ang luha nang makita kong libo-libong tandang pananong lang ang laman nung recovered file.  Ang mahigit kumulang eight pages kong kontrata (na naka-single space in legal size paper format) ay naging six pages worth of question marks.     

Sa puntong yon, natulala na ako.  Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko. 

Wala na.  That’s it.  Wala na akong choice, kelangan ko nang mag-dial a friend.  Shit!  Alas-dos na nang umaga. 

Ti-next ko si Ate Nina, ang dakila naming comptroller/computer doctor, tinanong ko kung gising pa sha.  Oo daw, Y?

Tumawag agad ako at humingi ng tulong.  Sa tulong at direksyon ng naka-phone patch na si Ate Nina, sinubukan kong I-convert yung recovered notepad document into a Word document; I-open yung recovered notepad document gamit ang Internet Explorer; I-open yung “MOA rrj draft 3” shortcut na nakita ko sa Recent Documents; I-re-start yung laptop.  Mahigit isang oras naming pinagtulungan at sinubukan ang lahat nang pwedeng gawin pero wala akong napala.  Nothing worked! 

By 3:00 AM, naawa na ako kay Ate Nina kaya ibinaba ko na ang telepono.  By 3:30 AM sumuko na rin ako.  I turned off everything and then went to bed pero hindi ako naka-tulog.  Isang oras akong tulala, tumitig sa kisame, nag-re-create ng contract outline at nag-isip kung paano sasagutin ang tawag ng kliyente.

Tulala.  Tulala pa rin ako pero iba na ang dahilan.  Ano?  Hindi ko sasabihin pero mag-iiwan ako ng clue.  May kinalaman ito sa petsa (date).


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the new ME!

February 4, 2009


I’m finally back!  Pasensha na, medyo busy lang.  Sa trabaho?  Not really, I’m training for this kasi.

Wish me luck. 

Any costume suggestions?

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