Ah Yes Glam Rock And Some Sob Stories

December 18, 2009

 

 

At last! Our company’s Christmas party pushed through without incident last December 12. Well, nothing bad of course, and I’m out to think that it was all good. Actually, for the past few months, we [Dennis, Franz, Anye, Vlad and myself] have been practicing every afternoon - or at least as much as we can - to play some music in the party. This year we had drums, compared to the previous one where there was nothing even remotely percussive.

 

 

 

**photos by : Mick Alsan Perez [mickperez.multiply.com]**

 

 

Nothing ultra spectacular except the place was AWESOME AS HECK! I mean really! There was a smoke machine [which got me off-guard and got me thinking we burned the amps], blinding and strobing lights, and enough room to move and jump around. Nada ladies and gentlemen, this ain’t yo’ Dayo Bar. Make it be known though, that we still go and perform there.

 

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I don’t get it why people get pets, and then don’t raise them well. Some don’t get fed enough, and sadly, a large number of them end up on the streets foraging for themselves because their masters gave up on raising them.

Having a pet is a responsibility. It’s your responsibility to that animal to keep him fed enough, and provided with shelter and care - in return for it’s loyalty and affection. I would understand that cats are a little harder to domesticate completely because they are skilled climbers and often travel away from their home in search of adventure. Dogs on the other hand, very seldomly are able to get past the front gates. But when they do, most often get lost and end up wandering for the rest of their days - no food, no shelter, no care.

Recently, I came across a shabby looking dog beside our street’s barangay outpost. He was covered in grease, sickly and had a limp hind leg. He is actually the tanod’s pet dog, and was tied up. And it seemed that while he does have water in an old aluminum bowl, he hasn’t had anything to eat. Pity set over me, so I got some sardines and rice, and topped it with some of Chance’s dog food.

It’s been quite a few days since we’ve been leaving him food. I can’t really give him as much as I can for my pets because of my very limited budget. I’d like to see him make a full recovery though because the grease irritated his skin and left patches of flaking skin.

He’s standing more and barking at the passers-by now. ^____^

I dare the person who left that dog tied up there if he’d like to be tied up with no food and shelter.  I can almost hear a resounding N-O.

Animals are certainly below humans because of our ability to think. We are their masters - we put them to work, we teach them skills and in return, some part of us is satisfied with that. But looking at the plane of survival, they have pretty much the same right to live. After all, had they been in the wild, they’d be able to fend for themselves. But not in our concrete jungle. Here, they need us as much as we need them. They did not choose to be brought up in our organized chaos. They can only choose to live, as most animals and even us would fight for.

I’m not saying we go vegan or take to the streets for their rights. All I’m saying that we all have to be responsible for them in the same way that we are responsible for other humans.

The bottomline is if you can’t take care of one - don’t get one.  

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Ah c’est la vie! ^_^