How Do We Catch Sand Crabs in Mindoro - Learning from Nature

Aside from building sandcastles, we used to catch sand crabs for fun during my childhood days in our town in Occidental Mindoro. Sand crabs usually stayed in their deep holes along the sandy coastlines. One way to catch them is to dig their holes, but that takes a lot of time 

The crabs are foolish too!

It is well known, especially among the Filipinos, that crabs are selfish. The term “crab mentality” is used to describe a kind of selfish, short-sighted thinking which runs along the lines of “if I can't have it, neither can you.”

Only a few know that crabs are foolish too! That foolishness, of holding on to something dangerous, makes them easy to catch. 

Foolishness is deadly

To catch them inside their deep burrow, we use clotheslines or a small rope. We tie a piece of fishing net on one end of the rope and insert it in the crab’s hole. When we feel the crab’s claw pull in the line, we will keep on twisting the small rope and slowly pull it out of its burrow until we catch it.

All it needs to do is to let go of the other end of the rope to escape being caught, but it clawed that “something” that invades its territory, believing that it is an important fight. The crab doesn’t know that holding on to something unimportant and lifeless will cause him his life.

Nature is a great teacher on how to live our life

For the past years, I am like a sand crab. I keep on holding on to “something.” But I don’t even want to name that “something,” it has no name.    

It is hunger perhaps.

I hunger for growth and change from my old ways, from my old habits and thinking, but I keep on holding the other end of that “something,” defiantly resisting change, believing that it is an important fight.

I am a fool. Even if I already feeling the tension and the pain it is giving me on my daily affairs – crazily nurturing my frustrations, I still keep on holding on.

Maybe that “something” is “expectations.”

Yes, I guess it is “expectations.” the damn process of what may happen scares me - expectations from family, work, friends, life, career and myself all build paralysis in my mind.  Conversely, I feel frustrated when I have thoughts of expectations from these, draining my spirit and circumvents my growth, it is frustrating expecting anything. I hate it to be honest. 

Or maybe it is silence.

This silence – this silence that keeps feeding on my strength. This silence that breeds more silence, nourishes my indolence, nurtures my weakness, keeping me stagnant, forever staring at that lonely star before dawn. I am becoming weak, growing weaker still – this silence has bereft me of sense.

My soul itself gone stark, mad perhaps because I know longer acknowledge REASON. Like that foolish crab, I keep on holding to something lifeless and unimportant.  

I need to abandon all, to break silence, to kill expectations, to feel life, to end my hunger, and start living my life.

Paluan – The Sleeping Town

Paluan Occidental Mindoro April 2009.
My random ramblings on local politics and progress.

The Trip from Abra de Ilog to Paluan

I caught a glimpse of the beautiful silhouette of coconut trees created by the early morning summer sun, lazily peeping at the back of the uneven Mindoro mountains. Random childhood memories are suddenly flashing in the recesses of my head like an old movie, as the scent of dried rice stalks and fresh cogon grass, carried by the evaporating morning dew filled the air. The landscape didn’t change at all. Concrete roads are still blanketed by golden palay grains fresh from the summer harvest. Trees are still taller than houses and other commercial buildings. This is Occidental Mindoro – still sleeping despite the rapid and noticeable changes outside, not wanting to leave its protective cocoon. Its progress is always at the mercy of selfish politicians.

I just gave an automatic sigh while thinking what to expect in our hometown.

Backward Progress

I left our town to finish my college education in Manila - which was almost ten years ago. In my privilege speech, during our high-school graduation at PNHS, I really wanted to talk about my observations on how our town’s stinking political system is affecting progress and how it is corrupting the youth, but my teachers insisted on reviewing my speech and forced me to talk about success instead. I felt tired and gave in to their wishes. Free speech and activism was not encouraged in our town. If you do, you or your family will get threats or you will be treated like a leper.

Ten years ago, electricity was available for four hours a day only, starting at 6:00 in the afternoon until 10:00 in the evening. Teenagers are usually required to be in their respective homes before 10:00 pm. Most of the time, we have to do our homework under the pale light of “lampara” or “simbo” because electricity isn’t always reliable.

“Hoy bilisan nyo na mamamatay na ang ilaw!” was the common comment you will hear before 10:00 pm kicks in. In the evening, you can say this phrase instead of saying “Hurry up!” This remark turned into a regular joke during re-unions and get together.

“O bahit di pa namamatay ang kuryente ay alas onse na?” this is the common question when electricity was extended overnight.

“E siyempre may bisita si Mayor,” is the common reply you will get. This fact and other overt corruption is an accepted thing in Paluan. Nobody ever dare ask or questions the very obvious irregularities.

Residents are getting their daily water supply through their neighbor’s manual water pump, which is locally called “bomba.” There are no pipelines for potable water and the whole town is relying on a natural well in Brgy. IV, which is fortunately located in the middle of the town. Residents have to go to this barangay for their drinking water.

There is no decent library facilities and books in Paluan National High School, but despite that we still get top rankings during Quiz Bee and Science Camps. Make do of what you have - that is our motto. We, Palueños are always like that. We are not molded to grumble, complain and whine, instead we are raised to accept things as they are. The fight to excel is always a personal choice and not a collective effort.

Health services are also the last priority. During emergencies, patients have to be transferred in Mamburao for lack of medical facilities, medicines and personnel. Mamburao is nearest town which is a one to two hours ride from Paluan. The patient is considered lucky if the emergency ambulance is available – the ambulance always being used by those in power for their personal use.

This was the sad state of Paluan in terms of progress ten years ago. Today, it is still on this sad state, maybe worst. Still a third class municipality.

The town badly needs convenient and concrete roads, 24 hours power supply, better health services, water supply, ecotourism developments and others, but it seems like this are the last priorities.

Most politicians treat their public positions as their family’s source of income and employment. Public service is their last priority.

The Evils of the Democratic Process

Election Day is more fun, more exciting and more festive than our town Fiesta. It even got nationwide attention when the election-the-Palueño-style was featured in Mike Enriquez’s IMBESTIGADOR in GMA-7 for allegedly harassing the Mangyan tribe during the last mayoral election.

Both mayoral candidates are guilty of this even in the past election. It is just a matter of how overt and how extreme you do it.

Sometime in 2004 during the local election, I decided to volunteer as poll watcher in one of the polling precinct. Unusual commotion is expected as always. For unknown reason, the poll clerk didn’t show up that day. The voting process has to start immediately so they decided to replace the assigned poll clerk. My high school teacher, acting as precinct chairwoman, saw me and asked me if I can be the poll clerk. I hesitated but, what the heck, I am already involving myself on that crazy electoral process, so why not. Despite my worries about my safety, I stood and became the official poll clerk. I later heard that the original poll clerk was abducted and threatened and forced not to show up.

That experience, as poll clerk, showed me the ugly and rotten reality of the process of electing our town leaders.

Here are some evil strategies on how to win an election in our town:

You don’t need large streamers & posters to win an election in our town, and goddamn it, you don’t even need a plataporma de govierno to win.

• Mang-rehistro: It all starts in the registration process. This works for the members of the mangyan tribes. Nobody knows exactly what is the total population of the Mangyans in Paluan. They don’t have birth certificates and their tribes are scattered in the remote areas of Cape Calavite. Traditional evil politicians exploit this fact. They gather as many tribesmen and women who looked like 18 years old & above and forced them to go to the Munisipyo to register. They are always accompanied by the candidate’s schemer or goons, who answers all the questions asked by the registration personnel and even filled up their registration forms on the premise that they are illiterate. The schemer has to invent and register as many names as he can. After the registration, they will send the poor mangyans to their tribes without any clue what happened. The common term for this is: “Paramihan ng mangyan”

• Mangkulong ng Mangyan: This is the most evil part. Major candidates have their own campamiento or political camp. A week before the election day, they will start gathering as many mangyan as possible. They will then be gathered in a camp with coconut leaves as roof, which is locally called “pala-pala.” The camp has assigned look-outs to avoid the poor mangyans from leaving the camp. Before the Election Day they will be given cheap foods and a set television for entertainment. During the election, you will see them lined up in their respective precinct with name tags hanging on their necks. I never thought Palueños can do this to them. Our poor mangyan brothers lined up like criminals with name tags herded by the schemers of the mayoral candidates. How can Palueños tolerate this kind of inhuman scheme?

“Ano po ang pangalan nyo?” I asked the poor mangyan. As poll clerk I have to ask every voters to check their name in the official voter’s list.

“Ayan na nga, nakasabit na sa leeg nya tinatanong mo pa!” angrily said by the mayor’s cheater-alalay.

The “cheater-alalay” is usually a known aggressive or “mataray” resident of the town and is tasked to accompany every mangyan inside the polling precinct. They also act as the “taga-sulat” or ballot writer for the mangyan.

The “cheater-alalay” or “taga-sulat” will not, in any case, let the poor mangyan say a word. “Di yan marunong sumulat at bumasa, ako na lang ang tanungin nyo!” that is their usual defense.

“Tingnan ko lang po yung kuko nya.” I politely inquired to check his index fingernails if it has already stained by indelible ink, which to my surprise, already has some faint ink stain. It is a standard procedure for me to check.

Therefore I asked, “Nakaboto na po ata siya, parang may ink na po yung kuko nya?”

“Hindi yan ink! Nag pukpok kasi yan ng kasoy kaya madumi ang kuko!” said the cheater-alalay. “Tingnan mo nga dyan sa listahan nakaboto na ga yang taong yan, wala pa di ga akin na yang balota at ako na magsusulat para sa kanya!”

And so my poor mangyan brother just sits there, while the “cheater-alalay” votes for him, usually a straight-vote: meaning all the candidates of a single party will be written on that single ballot, from Governor down to the Sangguniang Bayan or SB.

This process is really evil, all in the name of money & power.

See related story here: http://www.sulongnetwork.ph/news_files/06-15-07-paniniil.htm

• Manggapang: This happens the night before the election. The candidates knows who will you gonna vote for – or at least they already has an idea. So, if they suspect you badly need money, or you are already known to accept money, the candidate-for-mayor’s personnel will approach you in the middle of the night and will discreetly offer a certain amount just to make sure you will change your vote.

• Mangako at Mambola: This is a classic strategy. Just promise everything during campaign period, if you win the election, you got power, and they cannot force you to fulfill your promises.

• Manghakot: It is a must for the candidates to have a copy of the official voter’s list. They will then check the names of the voters who are in Manila or elsewhere. They will going to contact them and offer them free transportation going to Paluan, if the candidate wins, they also get a free ride back to Manila. This is called “hakot strategy,” an indirect way of vote buying.

Unity of the Dreamers

The Paluan political system now is characterized as fragmented with leaning on political dynasty. One question that I ask on this is what are the factors that caused this thing to happen? Why are many Palueños opting for rather a familiar person or family and not looking for another one or for a change?

It is a sad fact that the youth, the educated and the dreamers are leaving the town to find better opportunities somewhere. Many youth leaders are hesitant to stay because most of the time, if you stay too long and got involve, the Paluan system will eventually corrupt all your ideology and becomes part of the rotten schemes. This is due to the very strong “pakikisama system,” and the powerful influence of the elders, relatives and even your very own family.

You must have a very strong character and solid ideology to fight this age-old system.

The hope of Paluan is not only its youth but all its dreamers: the elders, youth leaders the Mangyans and all those who are dreaming of a better Paluan.

ALL WE NEED IS TO FIGHT AND UNITE!

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Related Stories:
Paniniil ng Karapatan : May 14 2007 Election

Gluttony – My Holiday Sin

April 9-11, 2009 – Paluan, Occidental Mindoro, Philippines

"And put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite."
Proverbs 23:2

Yes, I committed gluttony, one of the seven deadly sin of the Christian belief. The other six being lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. It is said that gluttony is the over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste - in my case, I didn’t waste it, I ate it all.

But you can’t blame me, it’s my mom’s cooking, Jesus H. Christ! I goddamn missed those home recipes, which only my mother can cook. I’ve been eating oily fastfood crap and highly commercialized carinderia foods for almost two years now here in Manila, so my dear Heaven, please forgive my hungry soul.

Well let me see if I am really guilty of this sin.
St. Thomas Aquinas reiterated the list of six ways to commit gluttony:

• Praepropere - eating too soon. – Yes, I’m guilty of this. I ate before breakfast, during breakfast, after breakfast – same with lunch, merienda, and dinner last week.
  

• Laute - eating too expensively (wastedly). - Hmmm, No No No. I ate it all and didn’t waste a last drop of any of it, simut-sarap burp ! burp!. Tuyo (dried fish), sinigang sa kasoy (Filipino cashew fruit-based soup), sinigang na pusit (squid soup), ginataang langka (unripe jackfruit in coconut milk), lots of fresh seafoods, watermelon, mangoes, fresh buko juice – well McDo value meals are definitely more expensive than these foods!

• Nimis - eating too much. – Hmmm, how can I measure “too much?” I didn’t vomit after eating, so I guess I didn’t commit this.

• Ardenter - eating too eagerly (burningly) – Yes Yes Yes, Guilty as charge. I do ate burningly.

• Studiose - eating too daintily (keenly) – Also, yes to this

• Forente - eating wildly (crazily). – If eating while laughing with my family is considered “eating wildly,” well I guess I’m guilty of this and I prefer committing forente than to eat alone or with strangers in some fastfood chain.

OVER-ALL VERDICT : GUILTY! (But I don’t feel any remorse, burp burp burrrppp!!)

Maybe some of the Catholics (mostly self-righteous fanatics) will say this is a very shallow interpretation of this sin, but I don’t care.

St. Alphonsus Liguori wrote the following when explaining gluttony:

"Pope Innocent XI Odescalchi has condemned the proposition which asserts that it is not a sin to eat or to drink from the sole motive of satisfying the palate. However, it is not a fault to feel pleasure in eating: for it is, generally speaking, impossible to eat without experiencing the delight which food naturally produces. But it is a defect to eat, like beasts, through the sole motive of sensual gratification, and without any reasonable object. Hence, the most delicious meats may be eaten without sin, if the motive be good and worthy of a rational creature; and, in taking the coarsest food through attachment to pleasure, there may be a fault."

If, regardless of this explanation, I choose to make a beast of myself now, and over-eat and over-drink myself till I turn the good foods into poison, of course I am to blame. If, hereafter, I suffer the torments of my last week’s gluttony, I will gladly accept it, than missed the company of my family sitting down and enjoying each other’s company at that splendid food which I can seldom taste.

Pleasures of Small Town Life

Our town in Occidental Mindoro is a quaint, charming, friendly and happy place opposite with city life. I went there last October 31, 2008 to attend my father’s 60th birthday and also in time for the holidays in observance of Todos Los Santos.

Life there is really very simple, a perfect example of barrio lifestyle. Electricity is only available at 1:00 in the afternoon until 12:00 midnight, so you really have plenty of time talking to your family or visiting friends or relatives. Average TV watching is only 1 hour per day. Really nice because I hate television by the way, which I will explain in a separate blog.

A few blocks from our house, on the east-side is a beautiful beach and on the west, just a bicycle ride away, is a really fabulous mountain river – the Calawagan Mountain Resort.

Simple pleasures, such as waking up on the sounds of chirping birds and backyard chickens and lazily wait for the water to boil in the kitchen to have some kapeng barako with tuyo for breakfast. I see how the sun rises over the mountain, how the maya and other colorful birds soar across the sky, whether it is clear or cloudy day. Then, on the afternoon, I will look for my father’s bolo to have some fresh buko juice to chill-out on a hot summer afternoon.


Before the sun sets, I will walk on the beach barefoot, play with the sand and will take a dive on the clear salty water afterwards. I will swim as far as I can, while watching the sun, dreamily setting and painting the sky with magnificent luminous hue of red, orange and blue. I will just sigh in awe, watch the setting sun and enjoy the day.




And of course, my favorite place – the Calawagan Mountain Resort. The water there is really very cold, perfect to avoid the hot summer afternoon. The water is very clean. It even got an award as the Philippines cleanest inland body of water a few years ago. On its clear water, under the solid rocks and pebbles are small marine species such various species of shrimps, snails and fishes – signs of a healthy and natural river.

The only emergency that you will hear is, after palay harvest, when there are dark clouds hanging over Mt. Calavite, signaling a coming rain. Somebody will shout “Hoy, iurong nyo na yang palay, may dilim!” Next is the frantic commotion on the street, with people holding kalaykay, pansudsod and sako to save their precious harvest from the rain. My town folks are normally using the public street for drying palay after the harvest season.

To all my kababayans, let us celebrate the simple pleasures that come from living in our town.
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More about my town on www.tarangkahan.bravehost.com , a website I made dedicated to our town.
History of our town on : http://occidentalmindorohistory.googlepages.com/historypaluan