You Make Me Feel Brand New

My Love,

I’ll never find the words, My Love. To tell you how I feel, My love. Mere words could not explain.

Precious love, you held my life within your hands. Created everything I am. Taught me how to live again.

Only you, cared when I needed a friend. Believed in me through thick and thin. This song is for you. Filled with gratitude and love.

God bless you, you make me feel brand new. For God blessed me with you. You make me feel brand new. I sing this song ’cause you make me feel brand new.

My love, whenever I was insecure. You built me up and made me sure. You gave my pride back to me. Precious friend, with you I’ll always have a friend. You’re someone who I can depend to walk a path that never ends. Without you, my life has no meaning or rhyme. Like notes to a song out of time. How can I repay you for having faith in me?

– You Make Me Feel Brand New, 1974, The Stylistics.

…and you make me feel whole and brand new, Sadina, 12.12.2007, 16:16, Alhamdulillah.

Mi Familia

I love Sabar. Unconditionally. And I don’t care even if it’s truly unnecessary to declare it to the other residents of Earth. See how funny love makes us become? Careful and careless just at the same time.

Now, about Sabar, he’s more than 3 years old. I would be real happy if someone told me he/she had seen an older rabbit. Especially one that behaves more like a puppy than a rabbit.

So why do I love him so much? Hhh… why bother answering?

Anyways, for us a.k.a Dad, my brother and me, Sabar is one helluva…n entertainer. He’ll follow us everywhere in the house. Sometimes he’ll lay down somewhere, but when he hears us opening a cookies jar, he’ll run instantly towards us as if it was the run for life. Don’t get him wrong. He won’t come close if you call his name. Apparently, he’s too lazy to maximize the use of his long ears to hear. They’re more used as ‘food detector.’

One day, Roro, his wife (seriously?) died, for an unknown cause. As some of you may have known, I don’t live in my parents’ house anymore. So I went there, with expectation that her cage is empty already. And when I got there, I was stunned. Sabar’s cage was empty too! No, no, not him too!

My cousin who lives there, as if she knew what’s on my mind, said,”He’s dead too.”

Me        : You’d better be joking… (…or I won’t be joking pulling your hair, girl.)

So I frantically asked Mom where Sabar was. Tears were just ready to fall. Couldn’t even try to think logically.

Mom     : You’re not gonna find him. He died.

Me        : Because!

Brother  : (Answering from upstairs, this eagerness should’ve made me suspicious.) Because he’s sick.

Me        : Ma! You said Roro died. You didn’t mention about Sabar! Has he been buried already? (I’m sorry, Ma, for screaming. But you guys were so wicked.)

Brother  : We gave his dead body to the bird seller to bury him.

Me        : So I won’t be able to see him ever again??!! (Bye bye logic…)

Brother  : Of course not.

He can’t be serious! He loves Sabar so much as well. He’s crazy about Sabar he even proposed him to marry him (whadda…?) before we found out Sabar’s ‘thingy’ down there. He can’t be this cold about Sabar’s going away. So the probability of him being serious was… I ran upstairs to my Dad’s work desk. Sabar would normally lay near Dad’s feet. I was still crying dramatically, horrified by the thought that I wouldn’t find my puppy (read: wabbit) there.Yep, there he was. Laying alive and pretty. And my brother didn’t look pretty good when I presented him punches. Eat that, fatso! Hate you, hate you, hate you! (Love you… pssst.)

Sabar, mi Sabar… have you seen how love makes me become?

The love-spell casters

From 1986-2003, there had always been rabbits, hamsters, a monkey and a cat running around in the house. They came and died, some even went missing. I can’t remember anymore how many heartbreaks I’ve been through, ihix… I should’ve already given up, but…

Came Sabar (or Patience, in English.) Bought in a traditional market when he was probably about to be barbecued. He’s hyperactive, gluttonous, rotten-spoiled, and has got a pitiful-yet-seductive look. You can see his pic here, posing like a thinker who’s thinking seriously about carrots and sponge cakes.

After three years of being single (I know I’m cruel), Sabar’s finally got a playmate! Along with bunny ears and tail too, hee hee… It was a gift from a friend. I was gonna name her Sabrina but my friend protested coz her niece’s name was Sabrina. Oh well, the name is Roro then. Wild, untamed, real teaser… all the criterias that fit to be a bunny girl, phew! And also pretty… pretty ugly. But Sabar is very sabar in approaching this new babe, thanks to the three-year ‘training’.

And tadaaa! Suddenly Roro got pregnant. So proud of Sabar, the pretty face with a warrior soul, hahahaha! The babies died though 😦

No matter how naughty they are, I just can never, ever be mad at them!