the right to remain silent
i cannot quite get rid of my lurid past as a lawyer. last night, as i was on a roll writing my piece on car theft, i received a phone call from sophie. she's been detained and is asking for my assistance. i promised to run to the CIDG of camp crame first thing in the morning, which i did, although a little late. i found sophie in the same clothes that she was in when she was apprehended. the husband, clarence, was there, in his gym outfit. at the time the police arrived at sophie's house, he was just about to start to work out. the cousin, jericho, one of those new yuppies doing really well in the call center industry, was also around to help out. sophie was apprehended for estafa (art. 315 par 1). according to her, she acted as a guarantor for her cousin, and ended up being put to prison. she never actually received a copy of any of the subpoenas, including the complaint, and hence, was unable to defend herself at the level of the prosecutor. the story is long and winding, and it's really a collusion of unfortunate and fantastic events. which unfortunately continued when i got there.
i left sophie and clarence in camp crame to post bail at the pasig RTC which issued the warrant. the presiding judge was absent because of sipon. for the past three days! sniffle. i tried my luck with the executive judge, but my luck had ran out because the case was archived, and according to his OIC, the exec judge can't revive an archived case unless the judge is on leave. and the presiding judge isn't on leave because she was just plain absent. there was supposed to be another judge who was "easy to talk to". and by this i mean, money talks. but since we had only brought an exact amount for the bail (P26,000.00!), we had to scout for an ATM to withdraw the extra 2k. as luck would have it, the series of unfortunate and fantastic events continued: three ATMs refused the card, and when we finally returned to the RTC, the "madaling kausap na" judge had just left 5 minutes ago. for batangas! i still tried my luck, but that was unavailing. the court personnel at branch 160 were very kind though, particularly the OIC. she was unfortunately trying to kill me. she launched so many halitosis missiles against me, i thought i'd faint. i offered her gum, but she said, i can't because i have dentures. well, that much was obvious!
finally, at around 4pm, nothing could be done, but to return the following day. got bad news from sophie: she was transferred to a detention cell filled with hardened criminals! that's really scary! i volunteered to return first thing the following day to get the release papers. they gave me sophie's mug shots (i had to instruct her not to be so cheery!), some grease money, and the certificate of detention.
i don't actually expect to be paid for my services here. i know that i should at the very least ask for some form of appearance fees, but sophie and clarence have spent so much just to appease those disgusting police officers. they're just awful. hope tomorrow turns out fine. that really exhausted me. even if i had running attire, i probably wouldn't have been able to run. but i went there nonetheless to count the rounds made by the guys. we had a full house. more than 15 guys showed up, all for the love of running! are these guys crazy or what?
oh, i was able to get my new shoes today. i had my salomon boots replaced because of a "defect" in the shoe. and so, after two uses, i have a pair of new boots again. hahaha! to think that i was ready to lock horns with the guys at adidas. well, i just love these boots. they may be a little oversized, but what the heck!
i left sophie and clarence in camp crame to post bail at the pasig RTC which issued the warrant. the presiding judge was absent because of sipon. for the past three days! sniffle. i tried my luck with the executive judge, but my luck had ran out because the case was archived, and according to his OIC, the exec judge can't revive an archived case unless the judge is on leave. and the presiding judge isn't on leave because she was just plain absent. there was supposed to be another judge who was "easy to talk to". and by this i mean, money talks. but since we had only brought an exact amount for the bail (P26,000.00!), we had to scout for an ATM to withdraw the extra 2k. as luck would have it, the series of unfortunate and fantastic events continued: three ATMs refused the card, and when we finally returned to the RTC, the "madaling kausap na" judge had just left 5 minutes ago. for batangas! i still tried my luck, but that was unavailing. the court personnel at branch 160 were very kind though, particularly the OIC. she was unfortunately trying to kill me. she launched so many halitosis missiles against me, i thought i'd faint. i offered her gum, but she said, i can't because i have dentures. well, that much was obvious!
finally, at around 4pm, nothing could be done, but to return the following day. got bad news from sophie: she was transferred to a detention cell filled with hardened criminals! that's really scary! i volunteered to return first thing the following day to get the release papers. they gave me sophie's mug shots (i had to instruct her not to be so cheery!), some grease money, and the certificate of detention.
i don't actually expect to be paid for my services here. i know that i should at the very least ask for some form of appearance fees, but sophie and clarence have spent so much just to appease those disgusting police officers. they're just awful. hope tomorrow turns out fine. that really exhausted me. even if i had running attire, i probably wouldn't have been able to run. but i went there nonetheless to count the rounds made by the guys. we had a full house. more than 15 guys showed up, all for the love of running! are these guys crazy or what?
oh, i was able to get my new shoes today. i had my salomon boots replaced because of a "defect" in the shoe. and so, after two uses, i have a pair of new boots again. hahaha! to think that i was ready to lock horns with the guys at adidas. well, i just love these boots. they may be a little oversized, but what the heck!