A forgotten friendship...impossible

"A true friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget..."

This is a bit of a sad post. When a friendship suddenly turns into a relationship that last six years in total, I could have only hoped that at least the friendship will continue - but i guess it won't...

My one true friend has totally changed. I have not seen him since December last year. Not that we can't, he just won't. Even talking to him telephonically is a problem. I usually ask "Do you have a minute to chat" and the usual reply is yes but the moment I ask e.g. "how are things?" then suddenly "he's got to go" or "busy with a crisis" or "i have a colleague with me and I can't talk".

I still love him and always will. He was my first true love and yes I will always have that special place in my heart for him. How can he now claim (approx four months later) that he no longer loves me and that he loves the new rebound in his life? They got together only two months after we broke up but I found out the hard way that actually they'd been hanging together while we were still in a relationship.

I am not jealous about them, nor angry at the loss of him just angry at the loss of our special friendship. Through all the abovementioned shit I still felt he was my best friend. I still waited patiently for him to one day contact me and ask to hang out. I still talk of him with respect, honor and i am proud that I even got a chance to be a part of his life.

I knew that in the back of my mind, he told me that he will always have a special place in his life for me, he will always be there for me when i need advice, he will be there for me in my time of need.

This lie was exposed today...

I wrote to him saying I needed his advice and honestly these were my words:

"As a friend that I normally used to talk to, I feel like I want to ask your advice.
I'm totally confused and depressed and in need of some guidance.
I think I already made up my mind but just for confirmation from someone I trust please.
If you ok with this , I will explain."

this was his reply:

"No offense, but I don't think I know you. How do you know me? Just
asking, have gotten emails intended for others before."

This is way in which I intend ending this post because I have that "You cannot say you've lost a friend. If a friendship is capable of ending, it is because it never existed."
and that is not what I would have hoped to be happening...

If he trully had the intention, to :
1) firstly break up with me telephonically, then
2) refuse to see me,
3) refuse to send my christmas gift to me (even though I went through the effort of couriering his),
4) refuse to answer my calls at times,
5) refuse to ever have been in a relatioship with me,
6) delete all pictures of me from his Facebook profile,
7) delete all pictures of me from his Flickr profile
8) delete all my wall posts sent to him on Facebook,
9) delete me as a friend on Facebook and never add me again,
10) claim that he has no love for me
11) be nasty to me and give me crap answers like this when all i asked for was some advice....

then really...he is not the friend that I thought he was and he is not the person that I knew and fell in love with...he also not the person I wish to ever be accociated with and sadly, he is not the person I wish to call my friend...

It goes CRRRRcccccttt , in your _ _ _ _ _

Today I was wearing my blue jeans that I somehow claimed from my niece a few years ago. She happens to be a tad bit shorter than me; but the jeans were a perfect fit otherwise. So being the self conscience person that I have turned myself into, I would habitually keep pulling down the pipes of the jeans so that it will not be all that high ...

At approximately 12:42 I was on my way to my already late lunch desperately trying to still be able to make it in time for Xhosa lessons at 1pm. So the multitasking person that i am, yogi sip in the left hand, keys in the right busy and locking my office door when I tugged on the jean pipes to kinda straighten up my clothing (only yes I know that you tug downwards).

....... I heard a CRRRRcccccttt....
The jeans ripped! It ripped a nice horizontal line approx at the point where the length of a hotpants would stop. So for those who didn’t quite get the story, NO! I did not bend and then a rip appeared at the behind; this rip was horizontal (a line like this --------- ) on my left leg, in the front noggals.

I burst out laughing on my way to the first aid kit (note the quick thinking involved here) and start looking for the sticky bandage stuff. At some point I have E the building supervisor hovering over my shoulder trying to see what I’m up to. When he figured it out he suggested I use this tape that seemed thinner than the rest and so I opted for that and grabbed the scissors and headed towards the toilet.

Now, the toilet is not exactly “a few steps away”, neither is it “just around the corner”...picture this. The length of the building could be 100m and my office is way on the right whereas the toilets are all way on the left. I know. Yes I had to mission pass the students (sulk).

Yes the tape didn’t stick to my jeans after making an 'X marks the spot' on the inside of my jeans to keep the rip in tact for the rest of the day. Sigh. Back to the first aid box cursing E and grabbed the very sticky 'sticky bandage', trekked off to the toilet again and fixed up the rip.

So finally i get to have my yogi sip while chatting to some colleagues outside when I realised that its 13:07 and Xhosa lessons have already started. SHHHIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

So that was my very hectic active day (well part of it).
Suddenly I’m cracking myself up with this ‘AnaJoke’ I just thought up which puts this story into perspective "I let one rip" Hahaha

Email - what irritates you about it the most?

I attended courses and I read tips and I am aware of what is seen as good netiquette to have these days...but like...

sigh.

Why do people still say "Hi Anastacia" or "Dear Anastacia" or "Dear Miss Haddon" or you get the picture THEN yada-yada-yada-message "REGARDS WHOEVER" if I am the only one getting the email?

uhm - I only refer to friends, colleagues and close peeps of course - not the usual general business type emails that I can understand...ITS THE DAY TO DAY EMAIL IRRITATION PROBLEM THAT I HAVE!

I can see who sent the email so why say "Regards NAME SURNAME" and sometimes "TITLE" when you gonna see me in the tea room in 5 mins time.
Just 'thanks' at the end is fine or even ending at the last sentence of what you wanna say in your message/reply IS ACCEPTABLE!

Just 'hi' or 'hello' in the beginning or just don't use a FORMAL
GREETING LINE...

Eggsclamation!! price for an egg?

My favourite Easter memory dates back to the young age of no more than nine years old. I know this because we still lived in Kensington at the time and my grandmother was still alive - if you trying to calculate the time / era, it was approx 1990.

I remember being accompanied by my mom (and someone else also but that was not important to remember who it was), we went to a nearby house in my home town Kensington (in Cape Town not JHB). The entire lounge was filled with a variety of shapes and sizes and all individually wrapped up in their _____ paper (the type used for fruit baskets), there was also like a little courtyard just past the kitchen (outside but covered up)and this was another storage room filled with more Easter Eggs ...and even a choice of white or brown chocolate...*me smiles*

Thinking back to this time really makes me appreciate that time - the time of "home made chocolate" made in the home-grown style, right in your neighbours kitchen - the type that was made of cooking chocolate bought from the nearest store around the corner; the moulds that were used were the plastic ones that I bet are still available at some "babbie" stores . A "babbie" as it is called, in my mind is referred to as a muslim shop owner, selling spices, rice that is weighed off in front of you, Tambrein, henna, okka pipes, okka tobacco and all sorts of little muslim literature books etc - I am particularly thinking of the one that was inside Foodworld mall in Westridge MPlain, he was next to Namso...anyone remember?

Ya so what...I had at least 10 different types of bunnies in their unique poses, I also had a huge hollow egg, I even remember that all my eggs were beautifully packed into my white plastic container - NO, not the used ice cream containers!! This was an actual Tupperware type container, and I remember it was filled to the top, and I was VERY PROUD to have SUCH alot of eggs and I don't even think I ate them all in one go because I treasured them so much.

Back to Year 2008: So I walk into Pick n Pay and I see the stand of bunnies all nicely wrapped up in this gold and red foil wrapping and something catches my eye...LINDT!!! ITS A LINDT EASTER BUNNY!!!! My heart sank when I saw this little treasure no bigger than five centimetres high, priced at a whopping R23,99 or was it R21,99 - there was a bigger one too at something like R27 or whatever - well the point is that it was shit expensive!!!

I wasn't intentionally looking for any easter eggs as I knew (of past experience) that the price would increase the closer it got the time of Easter and so I bought mine end of January already when shops just started packing them out...yeah, another cheapy kulerd trick of mine...I am sure that if I ate fish I would have bought that with my Christmas shopping already and frozen it until today! ha ha...pickled fish Friday tommoz...

How the hell? The chocolate is REALLY GOOD we all know that and either im just a cheapy or really unaware of the price we pay for good chocolate? I must admit that I have cut down enormously since 'the A word' appeared in my face and needless to say that I try to avoid chocolate at all costs - but I still can't stop thinking about having a Lindt Easter Bunny Rabbit :-(

I want I want I want

Maybe I gonna go oogle at the festival to see whats cooking (well besides chocolate of course) at the Canal Walk Lindt Chocolate Festival this weekend!!
"Hop into Canal Walk Shopping Centre and be spoilt rotten with Easter chocolate treats, activities and competitions brought to you by Lindt."
When: 18 – 24 March 2008
Time: 9am to 9pm

YUP! A Chocolate Festival :-) YUM YUM YUM

Some useless info but kinda relevant to this topic:
I loved the Charlie and the Cholcolate Factory movie...the book by Roald Dahl was my first Big person's book I read in Std 3. My first book I read from beginning to the end without it being prescribed to me by my teacher nor forced to read in English class...

I'm SO eggcited its this time of the year...Its Oxy Cute Them time~! Boing Boing Boing me bounces off to bed...