Archive for July, 2011



Ah, the subject of friendship. What a broad topic. It will be discussed in a condensed version along with relating it with a song recorded by The Fray to assist in the explanation below.

Definitions of a friend. How does the Oxford dictionary define a friend? The Oxford dictionary defines a friend as follows: noun. a person whom one knows and with whom has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations. Also, according to the Oxford dictionary, the word friend derives from an Indo-European root meaning “to love.” All of this touches the tip of my own definition. For me, and for many others, there are a few personal preconditions linked to the denotation which must be established before a person can attain friendship status. How do you define a friend? While embracing the formal description written above, my connotation applies to someone whom you know well and to whom you find trustworthy, therefore, inevitably developing platonic feelings. A stipulation attached to it all embodies sharing a few mild secrets between one another. Taking this definition one step further, a “best friend” plays a more significant role in life by being cast as someone whom you trust with your life combined with someone whom you share your deepest, darkest secrets. If someone whom you know well and whom you care for has repeatedly shown themselves to be unloyal, that someone might depict a friend by my description, but that someone is definitely not dubbed “best friend.” This is a huge variation in my heart. It is crucial for best friends to share everything in my book. Otherwise, whom will you count on through the ups, downs, and middles of life? Just a rhetorical question for the audience to contemplate.
The song. How does the song relate to the main theme? This may seem like an unnecessary question given its easy outer shell. Yet, breaking down the chorus into smaller sections puts more emphasis on its message. Prior to writing this post its topic occurred to me while singing along to “How to Save A Life” on my iPod. Of course, the theme regarding a lost friendship became apparent proceeding decoding Isaac’s muffled tone. However, it hit home recently as a consequence of resisting communication with my true best friend of 15 years. Our friendship changed after a four month period where we had not spoken stemming from me falling ill to the right knee’s nerves. Once functional enough to handle speaking on the phone again, the two of us noticed that neither knew the other anymore. Everything kept spiraling downward. Then, a terrible betrayal happened on my behalf.
About a year preceding her discovery, I accidentally let slip a giant secret to her cousin whom led me to believe my best friend had also confided in her. She even brought up the subject, but that is neither here nor there. Guilt and nausea immediately followed the inexcusable betrayal. Finding out about her cousin’s cluelessness caused me to be more cautious about what I say and what others around me say. A month to six weeks ago my best friend asked if I had told. My first reaction led me to reply with a playful no, afterwards, I responded with the truth. She said she forgave me but refuses to tell me anything too private without providing any statutes such as allowing me the chance to earn her trust. Both of us tried moving passed my betrayal but she continually became annoyed with so many things I said without intending to imply any hidden meanings. Apologies have been heartfelt. What else can I do? Being friends will never be the same if she does not want to share anything private. Referring to my definition encompassing friends, I would drop a notch to just a “friend,” rather than staying her “best friend.” This deeply pains my heart. But it would kill me to live with her missing in my life. Fighting with her represents something I loathe more than nearly everything else, but solving this mystifying. I love her! I love you Aria!

Iveta


Mold can become hazardous to both animals and humans alike. Each type mutates imitating aliens as they produce more and more offspring that aspire to cover all parts of a specific area such as a shower, or of a much larger spectrum such as a house. These differing fungi are the cause of a wide variety of ailments ranging from asthma to cancer proving that mold is indisputably lethal to the lungs. To prevent illnesses like asthma, cancer, or any disease in between, the logical answer equals removing it from all areas where it lives, period!
Okay. Well, you are likely thinking: Psh! Removing mold is easy to advise, but the action itself can rapidly become a huge pain in the arse, (as the Irish would say.) Therefore, I spent a few spare moments researching this topic, then, I compiled a short list of, from my perspective, the better four suggestions that could best rid mold from hard surfaces. Below are these four suggestions! Good luck.

Q: How do I remove shower mold?
A.
Suggestion 1: Go for some baking soda. When applied as a paste, it can remove just about anything from just about anywhere, and while you’re at it, sprinkle some in your toilet. Let that sit while you clean the shower and then swish your brush around. Voila! Clean bathroom!
Suggestion 2: Most of these chemicals in the market have harmful fumes. The best is lemon salt mixed with automatic dishwashing detergent.
Suggestion 3: Combine a mixture of 50-50 bleach and water in a spray bottle. After you spray it directly on the mold, let it sit a few minutes then wipe off with a damp rag or rinse with clean water.
Suggestion 4: An article stated that bleach will not kill mold but that hydrogen peroxide will.

Happy Cleaning!

Iveta


Technical difficulties kept me from writing my fascinating introduction. I will complete it now…
Hi, this is my first post so please bare with me as I make a quick intro about myself. One thing I promise is that I will refuse to include boring drivel, thus its rapidness!
Some people are privileged enough to attend IV League universities, travel, study abroad, work few hours for a six digit paycheck, frequently vacation, etc., and do it all before their 30th birthday. I turned 27 July 5, 2011. Three years left until my 30th birthday, and such luxuries are out of reach considering my lifestyle. Though, I dreamed of working toward a similar life, those dreams were closer when I was in Honors Society at 13 years old. Unfortunately, a year prior to joining Honors Society, my sight vanished and an allergy to the hepatitis B vaccination stunted my plans by sentencing me to life in a wheelchair. Proceeding these eventful circumstances, I graduated public high school, attended UNM, flunked out, transferred to community college, returned to UNM, declared a major in Spanish, dropped-out, hoped to write a novel, suspiciously suffered from nerve sensitivity in the right knee, and so I am now trying to overcome the severe pain. My life in a nutshell. All I require is that readers ask any questions they choose, but please ask respectfully.

CIAO!

Iveta

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