Resignation Letter of Ombudsman Merceditas Gutierrez

Republic of the Philippines
OFFICE OF THE OMBUDSMAN
Agham Road, Diliman, Quezon City

STATEMENT OF OMBUDSMAN MERCEDITAS N. GUTIERREZ
April 29, 2011

Good Afternoon.
This morning at 10:30 a.m. I personally went to Malacanang to meet with our
President, His Excellency Benigno Aquino III, to tender my resignation. I thank
the President for graciously accommodating me on very short notice, and for all
the kind words he said to me.
In almost four decades of devoting my life to government service, I have always
been guided by the precepts that the public and moral responsibilities of public
officials transcend all other considerations. It is in accordance with these
principles that I have strived and persevered to build and maintain an
unblemished record in public service. For me, this is the greatest and lasting
legacy that I can leave my family, my children and my children’s children.
Since September of last year, I have been subjected to impeachment proceedings
which seek my removal as the Ombudsman. I have been charged with allegedly
betraying the public trust which was vested in me when I assumed office in
December of 2005 – this because I allegedly slept and failed to act promptly on
cases of national concern.
Because of my strong belief in the falsity of the charges leveled against me, I
was firm and resolute that I shall participate in the impeachment trial before
the Senate and prove to the Filipino people that the allegations against me are
untrue, as they are groundless. I felt that I owed it to the people and the
Office of the Ombudsman to vindicate and protect the integrity and independence
of the institution. I also believed that in the Senate, I shall receive a
verdict that would come only after the presentation of credible witnesses and
evidence, unswayed by any kind of pressure, whether open or subtle, in
proceedings that are devoid of histrionics that might detract from its basic aim
to ferret out the truth and decreed by the cold neutrality of Senator-jurors.
In the past weeks, it has become evident to me that the vilification thrown at
me by my detractors will go on as it has, since September of last year. I have
withstood all these with the hope that I can assuage myself with the balm of a
clear conscience and a verdict of not guilty by the Senate.
I wanted to face my accusers whatever the personal agony it would have involved.
But the interests of my family, my Office, and more importantly the nation, must
always come before any personal considerations.
I have not shirked in the face of pressure, have never been cowed into
submission, have never been influenced other than by truth and justice. To
leave before the end of my term in December 2012 is abhorrent to me. But as a
government official, I must place first and foremost the interests of the
Nation, the interest of my Office, and as a mother and wife, my family. The
problems besetting our country demand a full-time Ombudsman and a full time
Congress, both Senate and the House of Representatives. To fight through the
months ahead for my personal vindication would, as it is, almost absorb my time
and attention.
The impeachment proceedings have consumed not only the members of the House of
Representatives and the Senate, but the Chief Executive of the land as well.
At a time when the present administration is in its infancy and beset with more
urgent problems, the last thing that the nation needs is for the House and the
Senate to be embroiled in a long drawn-out impeachment proceeding against a
single public official. The President needs an Ombudsman in whom he has complete
trust and confidence. To carry on my battle to cleanse my name before the Senate
would detract from the time which could otherwise be devoted to legislative work
which would address the needs of millions of Filipino people.
By tendering my resignation effective May 6, 2011, I hope we can now all focus
on the impelling problems of our people rather than expending so much time,
effort and resources to remove me from public office.
I will also be turning over immediately the day to day affairs to the Overall
Deputy Ombudsman, and pray that we all give him our full support.

As I leave the Office of the Ombudsman, however, it is my fervent hope that the
misconception bred that having been appointed to public office by former
President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, I owed my allegiance to her and am
accountable only to her, and not to the Filipino people and the Constitution be
discarded and laid to rest. While I acknowledge with deep gratitude the
opportunity given me by former President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, my undivided
loyalty always was, is, and will forever remain, to the Constitution and the
Filipino people. In the words of the late Chief Justice Earl Warren of the
United States Supreme Court, judicial officers like me have no constituency,
serve no majority or minority but serve only the public interest as they see it
in accordance with their oath of office, guided only by the Constitution and
their conscience and honor.
To those who have stood with during these difficult months, to my family, my
friends, to many others who joined in supporting my cause because they believed
I was innocent, I will be eternally grateful.
And to my detractors, I bear them no rancor because I have learned to make
myself believe that we all love our country and our people no matter how our
judgments might differ.
I shall leave this Office with regret at not completing my term, but with
gratitude for the privilege of serving as Ombudsman for the past five years. I
thank my colleagues at the Office of the Ombudsman whose continuous and selfless
but unpublished efforts have made the Office of the Ombudsman what it is today.
Not many know that for many years, the Office of the Ombudsman has consistently
been voted the most trusted institution in the Philippines. That is all your
stellar achievement. I stand proud of having worked with you through these
years. And while our detractors will always find cause to criticize and charge
delay in what we do, it is because we deem it better to accord due process to
our own public officials whose lives we affect when we decide on their cases.
God bless the Philippines and our people.

Someday

I write this with a heavy heart, akin to having broken up with someone; the melancholy akin to longing, like someone has left and something has been put aside.

More than three years ago, I returned to the arms of art which I've written has been there all along -- in the periphery, patiently waiting for a side glance. It's fair enough that I devote some of my time to a patient lover, I once wrote.

But at this point, I may have to leave her again, at least for the moment.

Before enrolling I have set out that work would be a priority. And the time has come to make good that promise.

In the past couple of weeks, I have been busy. I thought I could just skip classes and just make up, submit all the requirements at the end of the term. But I overlooked paying the semester's tuition. Last Friday was the deadline and I didn't meet it. First, I didn't have enough money (hehe) and second, didn't have time.

It is as if some divine providence has decided it for me. And as always, or at least often times, during difficult times, I let fate take its course. I read once, that the best way to survive a storm is to stay in place and do nothing. Remember the adage: this too, shall pass?

So it came to pass. I will momentarily stop schooling. I only have a year and a half to go but that will have to wait.

I will focus on work for the meantime because I've said this is a priority. These are exciting times, the second wind has come. It's only when I find purpose that I find the reason.

Don't worry, art, my darling muse, my saviour, my refuge. We will meet again, and I will return.


I will save up for both us, so when I return, we will own the whole spectrum of the rainbow, we will bring the soft clouds to earth, the stars will light up our path.

And I know you will be there when that time comes.

Punta Kayo :) :)

PAUSE:MODERN

YOUNG ARTISTS GRAPPLE WITH THE TIMES

Paseo Gallery – Megamall

4^th Level Building A

SM Megamall, EDSA Mandaluyong City

Philippines

 

 

REWIND

April 14- April 27

 

FORWARD

April 28- May 11

 

PLAY

May 12- May 25

 

 

Paseo Gallery-Megamall presents fifteen freshie students from the University of the Philippines College of Fine Arts in their exhibition entitled, “Pause: Modern, Young Artists Grapple with the Times.” The exhibit is divided into three exhibitions, first part is entitled Rewind, the second part is Forward and the last part is Play. Their canvases show a valiant share of their own contextualising, interpreting and understanding post-modernism. Their critique in the perception of pomo trancend subjects, gender, and traditions are extracted in hues  determining to explore the context that created endless debates, euphoria, jargon, hype, hysteria, absurdity, creativity ,revolution to a certain extent and new beginnings.

 

“Pause: Modern-Rewind”,the first group posits the question of what constitutes art; they will explore post-modernism by examining the root and conventions in art. Their canvases will not give subjects to be looked at like objects and arrived at the expected meanings, but deep surfaces with questions to pause for. “Pause: modern, Rewind” opens on April 14 , participating artists includes Dodge Carpio, Isaac Sion, Tanya Umali, Joe Tanierla and PJ Jalandoni. “Rewind”, an investigation of the movement and critique of the context is on view until April 27.

 

 The second group- “Pause: modern, Forward”, comprises another set of young artists: Ana Mata, Joseph Morong, Maridan Pedro, Ralph Barrientos & Jocel Yabes, it presents works that subverts traditional gender representations in the media and pop culture.The exhibit opens on April 28 and runs until May 11.

 

Opening on May 12 and running until May 25 is the third installment subtitled “Pause: modern, Play” which experiments with the processes of art. Participating artists are: Irene Baltazar, Dawani De Leon, Jazz Gabriel, Cara Gonzalez & Paulo Pascual.

 

All exhibitions will be mounted and on view at Paseo Gallery – Megamall. For enquiries please contact Paseo Gallery Offices:  4^th Level , Building A, SM Megamall EDSA, Mandaluyong City , Philippines; 3^rd Floor, Ayala Center Makati City,Philippines, Contact Numbers: Mobile +63917-526-8082 / +63922-887-2736 ; Landline 728-0168 & 7065514; Email : paseogallery@yahoo.com

 

 

 

:) :) :)

Bittersweet

There is, it seems, always something that you leave behind a city that you're visiting, always something you didn't do or people who should've seen but didn't have enough time to pay a visit to. 

Or you leave your a little of your former self behind, like snake skin, you peel off from you and you know you're different. 

That is why, leaving is such a bitter sweet feeling. 

I'm wrapping up work in Los Angeles and will be going to San Diego tomorrow. Done with the accounting of the budget. Done with uploading videos. Will pack up things, new books, in my suitcase, the memories in the boxes in my head. 

Met a high school classmate and it seems nothing much has changed. She's still the funny one. Makulit pa rin daw ako, she told me, too. Drank (only me hehe) at a Chinese restaurant, the best we could come up with since she came from work and everything closes at 2 am in LA (I miss Manila in this regard). She owes me a videoke song. Hopefully, we'll be able to do it before I finally go back to Manila.

San Diego awaits. It hasn't been a year since I was there and there were so many things I wished I could've done there last year. Now the secret is out among my cousins, they kid me they'd bring me to you know what. I don't know. I discovered that I was uptight. "Loosen up," "Tiffany Jones", a Filipino who I've me through Ronnie from the hotel told me. "I'm all bark, no bite," I sheepishly told him. In my mind, too, I couldn't agree more. 

T.P. thought I was melancholic and serious. It didn't sound like me. Or I didn't think it sounded like me. I thought I was outgoing and all that. I was probably that. Maybe that's why I need beer. Hehe. To loosen me up. Beer brings out the kid in me. Adult life is so much pressure. Hehehe. 

I'm leaving LA behind, for the meantime. Hopefully I can return. I will. 

Vanishing

You will be forever etched in my memory however long ago been buried. Covered with layers of succeeding memories not related to you. But I would, sometimes, like a butterfly flutter my way to your tombstone where flowers lay. But you will not be unearthed. I will, am, as all other things in the world do, move forward even without me willing to. That's just how life is. The world turns and goes about its ways, regardless of the upheavals that lay before its path.

Vanishing.

Acrylic on canvass

2009

The Oldest High School Graduates in the Country

They could very well be the oldest high school graduates in the country. In the middle is Nanay Matilde and on the right is Tatay Nick. Nanay Matilde is 73 and she just finished high school at La Salle Adult Night High School. Tatay Nick is 80 something and he graduated from the same program several years ago at age 72. So currently Nanay is the record holder. Nanay wasn't able to go to high school when she was younger because of the war (ditto with Tatay Nick). It was only now that they could get their education again because their children are all grown up. 

Nanay will not stop from graduating in high school, she wants to go to college and enroll in a voice course! Naks. In fact, she got the Alfonso Yuchengco award which would defray the cost of her first year in college. 

When it comes to dreaming and going after your goals, both Nanay Matilde and Tatay Nick can teach us a thing or two. 

Mukha lang 50th wedding anniversary pic ito eehehehe :) 

Perhaps

If you make me smile and my heart flutter, why is it that I couldn't even ask your name?

It's like peeking through a slightly open door, revealing little but wanting more.

Am I too scared? Or tired?

Many times I thought I have mustered enough courage to finally ask but once I am at the door I am, again, reduced to a fumbling fool.

"Is your name really spelled with a 'y''? I ask, a silly attempt at small talk.

"Yes," you say. Then you break into a wide open smile -- those supple lips, i wonder how it feels on mine.

I could drown in your eyes you know, whose tiny sparkles remind me of the sea glistening under the moonlight.

Something draws me to you. Something I don't know. Something irrational. Something exciting.

I wonder if you wear too much of a perfume so I could smell you.

But there would be no need for that, I tell you, because I could imagine you next to me and all I want to feel is the warmth of your body.

If only, if only I wasn't too scared to ask for your name.

I thought i was so much braver.

Maybe one day, I will.

Or maybe I won't.

Questions For (and By) An Idle Mind

What of art?

And why create?

I'm contemplating on these questions now that I'm almost through with my first year (albeit with materials class left behind because of conflict in schedulte). In between rushing to school from work and tons of plates, I sometimes wonder, if, indeed I have made the right choice.

I knew I wanted it. With eyes closed, I plunged in and gave it a shot. But wanting it and doing the hard work are two different things. Now I have to be real.

And these are the answers:

I've never felt balanced in my whole life for the longest time. And now I do. I may lack sleep but I know I am at peace. A tempest has been subdued, its powers now course through my veins, then to my fingers, and finally to my paints and my canvass. It's no longer in my head. Now it can be seen. Now the enemy (in other times, the muse) is seen and once overt, it is easier to conquer.

There you are, tiny devils in my head (or little fluttering angels sometimes), that's how you look like.

And now I can forget about you.

Why create, then?

Looking at my old works, I now feel far removed from them, sometimes despising the inspiration (or the instigator?) for such a work. A portrait of a boy I once knew is stacked behind old works, his hair almost covering his whole face, a single eye stares back (or is it startled?). I remember painting it with a certain delicateness (?) akin to holding a bud about to bloom. But now, the memory is vague as is the feeling.

Still another painting, of two men facing each other, in between them a stem of flowers, both wilting and blooming. A tale of love. But even this is forgotten.

I, at least, I, create so I can destroy.

We create the detours, previously in our minds, now in color and tangible, stamps of places we have been. Someday soon we will look back -- and remember, not the past but how far we are from it.

Hello 2009!

Last night when the world said goodbye to a old new year and hello to a new one, I said hello to my past.

"Happy New Year P., (insert profession here)," texted him.

I told R. about this and promptly she protested.

"Sumpa mo na siya for 2009", R. said.

I conceded. I know, I said. But that's what I'm feeling.

What's the point of bottling up the feelings anyway? Of not letting the other person know how you feel? Of being eaten up by your thoughts?

"Sana lagi ka masaya. 'Yun lang naman ang gusto kong mangyari nung tayo pa dati. Yung alagaan ka. Hehe. Ingat."

I loved him. Love him still. But it's a different kind now.

I just thought I'd let him know.

With the past resolved, I can face the new phase with a brighter hope. I can almost feel the wind against my cheeks.

Happy New Year everyone! Love and happiness to all of us!

Hello 2009!

Last night when the world said goodbye to a old new year and hello to a new one, I said hello to my past.

"Happy New Year P., (insert profession here)," texted him.

I told R. about this and promptly she protested.

"Sumpa mo na siya for 2009", R. said.

I conceded. I know, I said. But that's what I'm feeling.

What's the point of bottling up the feelings anyway? Of not letting the other person know how you feel? Of being eaten up by your thoughts?

"Sana lagi ka masaya. 'Yun lang naman ang gusto kong mangyari nung tayo pa dati. Yung alagaan ka. Hehe. Ingat."

I loved him. Love him still. But it's a different kind now.

I just thought I'd let him know.

With the past resolved, I can face the new phase with a brighter hope. I can almost feel the wind against my cheeks.

Happy New Year everyone! Love and happiness to all of us!

Transformer

Try walking with a stick for a leg, that's how it feels now with the knee mobilizer (or immobilizer)? Had my twisted knee check and good thing there are no fractures. The doctor still wants to make sure there are no torn ligaments or something. So this is what he advised me to wear to lessen the stress on the injured part for two weeks. But me thinks I'm not going to wear this for long. Hikhikhik 

Marooned (Again)

It's a fucked up day today; lost my sdcard (and 8 years worth of contacts) and twisted my knee. But once again, Maroon 5, came to the rescue with their music. It always does as it did before. Listening now to "Call and Response: The Remix Album" and I'm suddenly better again, never mind the limping and the fact that I've to build up my contacts again. 

Let's just say, we're starting the new year afresh. ;)

Merry Christmas! :)

Christmas is around the corner and I thought all of us need some reminding. Found this one on www.postsecret.blogspot.com

Disneyland? Try Josephland! :)

This is the cutest online gift I've ever received. This is from Ate Linds, you have to see it to believe.

And I've never been to Disneyland yet. 

Hehehehee

Merry Christmas from All of Us

Watch us dance here. Nelson couldn't join us again for the dance because he's up north with the chest and nuts (chestnuts) eheeheheh

To You

I lost you then but I have you now. Stay near. I bask in the sunlight of your presence, while not like before, it nonetheless warms. I need you while I figure out this darkness. You have been another's. Like you were mine before. But I don't mind. I, too, have been somebody's. Though differently now, we have each other once more. The heart understands what the mind doesn't. Your kiss didn't change at all (or was it my idea of you?). It is the same caress I used to know. When I rested you on my shoulders, instantly it felt as though the world has not moved since the last time I held you. I was again along that highway, in a cab, with you and all our drunken worries and passionate kisses some four years ago. I lost you then. But I have you now. You have not died and all these years I have been wrong. You will no longer die. Because you live in me. I have not lost you. And will never.

Blissful Hiss

Please come to the group exhibit entitled "Blissful Hiss" which a friend, Dada, invited me to participate. Punta kayo ha? :)

Happy Place

I've always been afraid of the past, preferring to leave it as I left it: questions unanswered, puzzles unsolved.

But I guess I was partly right to avoid it. It has, anyway, a way of coming back. Coming back and resolving itself.

Had a talk last Sunday morning (hmmmm I can relate to Maroon 5's "Sunday Morning" soooo much better hehehe) with P.

First off, past is past but it felt good to revisit it. In between bottles of beer (and pansit for him), while the early morning sun rose, we talked about what had happened between us.

There were, suffice it to say, issues within me that were resolved. Misconceptions, mostly mine, that were corrected. For the longest time, in a flashbulb moment, I've been living in one.

I have trust issues I told him.

And then he proceeded to ask why my last relationship didn't work out.

I refused to tell him (in my mind I knew what the answer was) and asked him instead if he were to be trusted that time.

Yes. He said. Never mind if that could have been more of a justification, an excuse.

Like the Sunday morning sun, a light shone on the deepest darkest corners of my mind.

And every thing became clear.

I saw myself as I used to be. I remembered how I was at a time when love was really love and was not a matter of convenience.

For the first time in several years, it felt that that person is never out of reach again.

I could be what I was before.

I am excited to meet my former self.

R.I.P

I was right in not loving you. 

There was a murmur in my heart and I instantly knew. It was too good to be true. 

Now I will not name, nor write about what has happened between us. I will not give you a name, a circumstance to dignify you. Let this be, a tiny tombstone that the months and years will cover with grass. I shall forget you sooner than the worms have eaten your cadaver in my mind. When we meet again, it will be as though nothing between us has existed.

Recede

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.  Pablo Neruda