Tuesday, August 18, 2009
summary . ls 1 .
according to the legend , coffee was the most famous drink . Tokyo itself has 16,000 and nation wide , over 100,00 coffeehouses as it was the main income for many countries. Japan's coffeehouse coffee's cost the same as the US . For those who think that is expensive , then can get theirs from vending machines at cheap prices. From a small reputation , it has turned into a worldwide reputation. Well , the jitter problem was caused by coffee's cooling frosts which has damaged a large number of trees and people . It happened again in June 1979. Thus , brazil called off all trades , As a result , prices increased , The only solution was to have a reserve and a limited amount. This has been done twice until the market is stable again . Despite all the problems , coffee still is the best .
Thursday, August 13, 2009
summary , edited .
The child is gone. Everyone knew what was expecting for a lonely child in the forest. Lukas was gone before anyone noticed and thus Anna went to pick up the men. No one knew where Lukas could be neither could they understand why there were no tracks . Even if there were tracks, it could be other children’s as well. Malie, Sofie and Elias were looking for Lukas till night, however found no sign of him. Everybody thinks it was the big feet’s fault which was Malie's concern. They would not have felt trampling on a child. Anna and the men were back from searching at different directions. Martiens ordered the women as well. Malie and sofie were asked to make a big fire. Koo’s left for Deep Walls early in the morning to inform the forester about the missing. Everyone knew that a child is tougher then a forest. The child was not found even when forty men were searching on the sixth day and was reported dead. Elias never accepted that Lukas was dead even to the very end.
(160 words)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
mock paper , summary .
Lukas family was worried because the child was gone. By being brought up in forests, it was known what will be there for a child when he was alone there. It was not understood how he could have been gone. Anna had to go and bring the men. Malie, Sofie and Elias were looking for Lukas till night, however found no sign of him. Everybody thinks it was the bigfeet's fault which was Malie's concern. They would not have felt trampling on a child. Anna and the men were back from searching at different directions. Martiens ordered the women as well. Malie and sofie were asked to make a big fire. Sofie's husband left for Deep Walls early in the morning to inform the forester about the missing. Everyone knew that a child is tougher then a forest. The child was not found even when forty men were searching on the sixth day and was reported dead. Elias never accepted that Lukas was dead even to the very end.
(157 words)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Draft 5 ; Memories .
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They moved together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps as pests ran around together with unpleasant smells started to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements gushed through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging turned her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Are you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors who are born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performance as the country adapted the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to help herself. She looked around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese occupied the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replied, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(608 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps as pests ran around together with unpleasant smells started to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements gushed through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging turned her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Are you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors who are born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performance as the country adapted the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to help herself. She looked around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese occupied the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replied, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(608 words)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Draft 4 ; Memories . ( HNE )
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replies, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(621 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
With hesitance and reluctance she replies, ‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat.’ She yelled gulping down her food. ‘Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(621 words)
Draft 3 ; Memories . ( HNE )
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(629 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens, those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy which was mere stupidity.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(629 words)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Draft 2 ; Historical Narrative Essay .
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(630 words)
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. The old refugee camps with pests running around together with unpleasant smells were starting to give her the disgust. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after her brother, Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to and was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor a performance as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing, her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house with walls painted beautifully and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they gave citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a selfish decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! All of it was useless and meaningless.’ The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What’ve I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended, our prayers have been answered and it’s over. He is dead now’.
(630 words)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Draft One ; Historical Narrative Essay .
‘Aneesa, its time we accepted the fact that your brother is gone. We have to get on with our lives. ’
‘But what about the letter’s we received from him while he was being held in captive? ’
‘We have to forget everything about it and bring someone new in our family. More rather, I think we have found our new Ramzi and he is eight years old. His name is Amir and he was born eight days after your brother disappeared. It all fits in.’
‘What have you done, mama?’
‘I’ll take you to see Amir one day, if you like,’ and she continues ‘but you have to promise.’
‘Promise what, mama?’
There’s a pause before she replies.
‘Just that you’ll see the truth as I do.’
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed. The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to, was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performances as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her mother to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her once again.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they give citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a stingy decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! They were not needed yet they went on with it. How inappropriate of them?’
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What have I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended and our prayers have been answered. He is dead now’.
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‘But what about the letter’s we received from him while he was being held in captive? ’
‘We have to forget everything about it and bring someone new in our family. More rather, I think we have found our new Ramzi and he is eight years old. His name is Amir and he was born eight days after your brother disappeared. It all fits in.’
‘What have you done, mama?’
‘I’ll take you to see Amir one day, if you like,’ and she continues ‘but you have to promise.’
‘Promise what, mama?’
There’s a pause before she replies.
‘Just that you’ll see the truth as I do.’
Aneesa dreams exhilarating dreams of her brother. They are moving together towards a sense of effortlessness.
She remembered the old Ceylon to the new Sri Lanka. The independence it had after 1948 and the unforgettable civil war that was to be blamed. The war between the Liberation of Tamil Tiger’s (LTTE) and the Sri Lankan army remained so close to her heart.
The 35 years of hell which ended in June 2009 was just for an independent Tamil homeland in the north and east of Sri Lanka to be known as the Tamil Eelam. The slow-burning memories of loss and grief were killing her.
Aneesa had gone back in time to 43 years to the start of the unequal treatment of races. She knew the reasons for the many conflicts and disputes, from the citizenship rights to the resettlements were all gushing through her minds. The unfairness and their disgusting sense of belonging were starting to turn her face red. She never wanted to think about it after Ramzi’s disappearance and now she had to, was forced to.
1948 after Sri Lanka got its independence, the Sri Lankan government passed an act called the Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948.Aneesa vividly remembered going with her family to the immigration office about their pending citizenship request. ‘Were you born in Sri Lanka or do you have ancestors from who were born in Sri Lanka?’ were the questions repeatedly asked by the officer’s. Aneesa later found out that under this law, only two categories of people could become citizens. Those born or having ancestors born in Sri Lanka were granted with their citizenship.
Not forgetting the time when she, Ramzi and her mother had gone to Lebanon High School to appoint themselves a seat in that school. They both always had the dream of studying and wanted to become lawyers so that they could fight for the Tamils rights in the country. However, priorities were given only to the Sinhalese despite their poor performances as the country adapts the ‘Sinhala only’ policy.
‘Come down for dinner Aneesa, what’s taking you so long?’ were the voices which had interrupted her vicious moments. She went down rushing her thoughts still running. She sat on the small table in the middle of the kitchen with her mother and waited for her mother to finish helping herself. She started looking around her two-storey house and wondered about the times when she had to share the same bed with fellow Sinhalese during the resettlement. She shooked with abhorrence. She had the feeling of living with an enemy. The Sinhalese had to occupy the Tamils huts as they had no where else to live. Those days were the most horrible.
‘What’s wrong Aneesa?’ were the voices which had disrupted her once again.
‘No, nothing mama.’ she replied with doubts.
‘Mama, why did the Sinhalese do such a thing? Firstly they felt that they were the ones who belonged here; next, they give citizenships to those belonging to Sri Lanka. What’s wrong in having new races? Why are they so bias? I still can’t get the meaning behind it. Isn’t it going to improve their economical industry somehow? Why such a stingy decision? I can’t believe how narrow-minded and inconsiderate they are. The ‘Sinhala only’ policy, the university admission criteria’s and the resettlement! They were not needed yet they went on with it. How inappropriate of them?’
‘Aneesa, why this sudden topic? What have I told you, never to bring up this topic wasn’t it? Now, jus eat. Besides, it has ended and our prayers have been answered. He is dead now’.
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Monday, April 20, 2009
my summary ; Package 2 - Lesson 2 (:
Hurricane Katrina had the most devastating impact on Louisiana where it damages the wetlands and the vegetation in the marshes may not grow back. Vegetation along water sources disappeared and whatever remains became brown. Katrina affected local sea harvests and decreased oyster production by two- thirds and more were imported. Fisherman were unemployed and unsettled. Floodwater became contaminated household chemicals petroleum and affected underground gas and oil tanks. Leaking sewer and gas pipes contaminated floodwater. Human corpses and dead pets raised the risk of bacterial contamination and placed material for a platform for the plants to grow. The Louisiana Coastal Area Ecosystem Restoration Plan is also planning to rebuild barrier islands and replant lost marsh grass.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
about my career (:
I feel that the job of a nurse is rather tough but satisfying. When you are a nurse, you have to practically meet all the needs of the patients in the hospital. To me, the hardest part of the nursing career is to reveal to the family member’s about the patients incurable condition. Its heart wrenching to be the one responsible for shattering the dreams and hopes of the family member’s. I believe that when I become a nurse, I will try my best to never tell patients there’s no hope or there’s nothing we can do about it even if it’s true. There’s always something we can do, even if it’s to help them die with dignity and comfort. Well, there’s always a good part in everything. When a patient survives or gets cured, you will feel over the moon that the person survived with your help and when you see the patient leaving the hospital all normal, you feel so satisfied that you have done a good job. It also get’s tiring at times as truthfully, I feel that the nurse handles most of the work in the hospital. She definitely plays an important part in the hospital and without a nurse, doctors sure will have a hard time.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
summary (:
Today Janina Pietrasiak and Maria Lopuszanska live like sisters. They meet all the time, meet each other's wants, end their sentences and help out. She stays in a small room, live by themselves and are poor.Maria’s parents, members of the Polish anti-Nazi underground, are anti-Nazi underground activists.They gave shelter to Janina and her mother in their small apartment.janina’s mother died of tuberculosis.Then ,8, she joined the Catholic home, clung desperately to her new family to avoid being detected and killed by the Nazis.She gave up the chance to live with an uncle in the United States.During the ill-fated Warsaw Uprising of 1944, the girls had to survive for themselves .Maria's father was sick.And her mother had surrendered to Nazis .Janine would cover herself in the elder’s skirt when the bombs exploded . Maria was like a mother to the Janina.anina lost both parents. Her only sibling survived the war but later committed suicideboth suffered from cancer. Maria is a breast cancer survivor. Janina is separated and now a widow.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Information about my career :D
Nurses offer treatment, care and advice to patients with medical conditions. The responsibilities of nurses can include asking patients questions, recording medical symptoms, assisting with diagnostic tests and administering treatments. Nurses can also help support patients and their families during recovery periods, giving explanations and counseling about post-treatment needs, medications and diet. The first requirement to be a nurse is earning a nursing degree. Aspiring nurses can complete this requirement by earning a Bachelor of Science in nursing, an associate degree in nursing or a diploma. Completing hands-on clinical work experience is one of the requirements to be a nurse. The majority of approved nursing programs include clinical experience within their graduation requirements. Obtaining a passing score on the national licensure exam, known as the NCLEX-RN, is one of the key requirements to be a nurse. Graduates of nursing programs cannot begin working as nurses until passing the national exam. All nurses need to follow state guidelines to maintain their licenses. The requirements vary by state, but most states require nurses to take continuing education courses to maintain their nursing license. While pursuing advancement is not a requirement to be a nurse, some nurses may be interested in professional development within their field. Nurses who earned an associate degree or diploma can progress by acquiring a bachelor's degree, and nurses who earned bachelor's degree can progress by acquiring a master's degree
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About me :D
I am Darshini d/o Paramasivam and I’m turning 19 this year. I just finished my A ‘levels and I would want to pursue my passion in nursing. My hobbies are playing the piano and going for movies. By playing the piano, I am able to relax myself. It improves my memory as I would have to memorize the songs and I am also able to multi-task as we have to sing and play the song as well. I also like to watch movies preferably at the theatre. I watch at least one movie a month and sometime a movie more during school holidays. I love chocolates which are proven not to affect my health. I like soya bean drink and most importantly I love my grandmother’s cooked food. This might sound weird but I love pigs. My dislikes are creepy crawlies especially cockroaches and doing housework. After school, when I come back home, I would do some housework as my parents are most of the time out at work and we do not have a maid to do the housework. After my shower, I have my dinner which is normally bought at the coffee shop near my place and then start studying. I usually burn the midnight oil and sleep at around 12am and wake up at 6am to go to school. Weekends are normally my sleeping days as I sleep till 1pm or 2pm in the afternoon. This has been my routine ever since I went to junior college. Holidays have been a time for me to catch up with my family member’s and friends and also spend some quality time on myself by doing manicures, pedicures and my hair done at the salon. I spend most of the day in school. My school starts at 8am everyday and ends at 5pm. By the time I reach home, it’s almost 8pm. Just in time for my dinner with my family member’s. My junior college is a 2 hour journey from my home.
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