Summary on Coffee

According to legend, an Ethiopian goatherd skipped around after eating coffee cherries when he saw his goats doing the same after eating the cherries. Coffee was a simple food and beverage for African tribesmen. However now, it is sold in large quantities worldwide and one of the top in value in trade. Furthermore, all coffee exporting countries depend on coffee as the main income. Many people depend on it for their living and drink coffee a lot. A frost killed almost half of Brazil’s coffee trees which changed the prices drastically.The frost hit Brazil again. Every tree lost result in no income for a three to five years. Furthermore,the income loss is huge considering 15 million trees were lost in Brazil. Thus, it had to stop the export of coffee .Importers bought it in bulk as they were afraid of the shortage. Prices increased and farmers has to plant more.Therefore, coffee was in abundant and the prices fell. Farmers began substituting coffee for other crops.Both producers and consumers decided to limit production to what the market can absorb.They also have to reserve and sell at an agreeable price.

draft 6

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.
However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity even though he was a worker working at the tea plantations after Sri Lanka gained its independence from the British in 1948. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold to the kitchen. He wanted to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi to mull over her scrutiny.
“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .
“ Over here!”, she screeched.
“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”
She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”
“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.
“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.
On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Furthermore, he was retrenched just because he could not speak sinhala. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out.
Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh as he paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.
Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had returned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.
“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.
“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.
Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.
“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”
It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.
“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .
“Start packing,” he said.
Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

That sudden punch of pain like rock slamming into his stomach. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

Draft 5

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.
However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity even though he was a worker working at the tea plantations after Sri Lanka gained its independence from the British in 1948. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold to the kitchen. He wanted to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi to mull over her scrutiny.
“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .
“ Over here!”, she screeched.
“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”
She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”
“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.
“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.
On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Furthermore, he was retrenched just because he could not speak sinhala. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out.
Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh as he paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.
Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had retuned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.
“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.
“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.
Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.
“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”
It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.
“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .
“Start packing,” he said.
Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

That sudden punch of pain like rock slamming into his stomach. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

The Singapore Flyer

The Singapore Flyer is one of Singapore's tourist attraction. It has attracted people from all over the world and locals. Tourist do not hesitate to pay hundreds of dollars just to visit the Singapore Flyer. The Singapore Flyer is one the largest "wheel" with a magnificent feat. However, there was this incident which Singapore was taken aback by. On 23 December 2008, news reports say that it had broken down twice before, and this makes me wonder whether complacency has kicked in. Ever since then, I have developed a fear for the flyer.

My parents had wanted me to join them to visit the flyer but I obliged in going there. Even thinking of going there sent a chill down my spine. After I heard that the school was bringing us on a learning journey to The Singapore flyer, I really did not want to go. I only agreed to because my friends persuaded me to go along with them. All I expected from the flyer journey is for the journey to be smooth sailing.

The day arrived and I was quivering. We reached the Singapore Flyer. The magnificient facade caught my eyes. The entrance was filled with catrosphany of chong boonities laughter and chatterings. I was praying hard that everything will go well. My friends and I were assigned to different groups. We were assigned to different capsules of the flyer. I was assigned into capsule B3. My group members were Wendy, Kamilah and Ting Mei. We were going to board the capsule. I was shaking so hard. I managed to calm down and board the capsule

Looking down from the capsule, I could get a bird-eye view of Singapore's landmarks. Some of it includeed the Floating Stadium which is where every year National Parade held. Furthermore, the F1 race track which has been used to host the grand prix race. Another landmark that I saw was The Merlion. The Merlion was derived from a combination of a lion and a fish. It is Singapore's national symbol.

The whole journey on the "wheel" took approximately thirty minutes. After we got down from the capsule, I was still starstrucked from what I had seen. The Singapore Flyer turned out to be the most remarkable trip for me. I would have regreted my decision if I had not gone for the learning journey. I would definately recommend others to make a trip to the Singapore Flyer as it will definately turn out to be the most exciting trip for anyone.

Draft 4

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.
However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity even though he was a worker working at the tea plantations after Sri Lanka gained its independence from the British in 1948. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold to the kitchen. He wanted to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi to mull over her scrutiny.
“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .
“ Over here!”, she screeched.
“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”
She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”
“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.
“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.
On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Furthermore, he was retrenched just because he could not speak sinhala. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out.
Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh as he paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.
Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had retuned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.
“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.
“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.
Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.
“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”
It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.
“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .
“Start packing,” he said.
Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

That sudden punch of pain like rock slamming into his stomach. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

Draft 3

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.
However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold and into the kitchen to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi and mull over her scrutiny.
“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .
“ Over here!”, she screeched.
“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”
She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”
“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.
“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.
On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out.
Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh as he paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.
Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had retuned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.
“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.
“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.
Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.
“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”
It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.
“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .
“Start packing,” he said.
Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

That sudden punch of pain was like rock slamming into his stomach. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

Draft 2

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.
However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold and into the kitchen to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi and mull over her scrutiny.
“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .
“ Over here!”, she screeched.
“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”
She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”
“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.
“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.
On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out. Furthermore, Vicknesh got 312 points over 400 then a Sinhalese classmate, Veerasamy with enough cut- off points to get into the university. However, Veerasamy got into Jaffna University which is the best university instead of him. He to go to the worst university which is ten kilometers away from where his family and he was staying. Vicknesh scowled from the antagonism in the discrimination of the nation.

Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh and vicknesh as both of them paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.
Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had retuned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.
“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.
“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.
Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.
“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”
It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.
“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .
“Start packing,” he said.
Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

The rock. That sudden punch of pain , like rock slamming into his stomach. The rock-hard pain. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

Historical Narrative

The fighting and bombing had started. At first the war had been distant and mysterious. Tiny silver airplanes, like fishes in the sky, would fly over them before disappearing horizon. Then the bombing had come closer, so close that the bombs shook beneath Surrendran bare feet. He remembered happier times, when he was two or three years old. Sri Lanka was a peaceful and prosperous place then, the tea plantations where the harvests plentiful. At weddings and on temple feast days, he had sat curled in his mother, Vaishnavi’s warm lap nibbling at some rice and sweets, and watching the familiar faces of his father, Jaynesh and brother, Vicknesh dancing by the light of a kerosene lamp in the temple courtyard.

However now, the whole situation was drastic and reversed where even thinking of it sent, a cold sweat down Surrendran’s neck. Surrendran’s father, Jaynesh had vast plans for his family to live in a affluent vicinity. Therefore, he aspire to apply citizenship so that his family and him could enjoy elite civil liberties such as education, jobs, housing and voting. Therefore after thinking over several times, he cross the threshold and into the kitchen to acquaint with his wife, Vaishnavi and mull over her scrutiny.

“ Vaishnavi…” , he exclaimed boisterously .

“ Over here!”, she screeched.

“ I got a something to tell you…”, holding the breath for a second and continued “ …I am going to apply for the citizenship so that everyone here could enjoy the privileges.”

She hesitated for a moment , “ What is wrong of what we are living in right now ?”

“It is nothing wrong with we are living in, but I want a better future for our kids ” , he was thwarted as he forethought that Vaishnavi would be blissful over his decision.

“ If that would give our children a better future I’ll support you then…”, as before she could finish off the sentence she scrutinize her eyes on the wall and beckoned that she was tardily for work at the tea plantations.

On the other hand , Jaynesh was hectically applying for the citizenship. However , he was not granted citizenship as according to Ceylon Citizenship Act of 1948 is only granted to those who either born in Sri Lanka or whose forefathers who were born there. Therefore, Jaynesh was not eligible for the citizenship and he was seething with rant and rave as he was now in a demoralizing circumstances where he is stateless. Besides, his dreams were all utterly wiped out.

Surrendran was sleeping Jaynesh who had just retuned home after his hard labor at the tea plantations. Sensing his distressed, surrendran’s brother Vicknesh sat beside Jaynesh who had just retuned home after his hard labor at the tea plantations.

“Why are you looking so gloomy papa ? ”, he solicited.

“ I …”, flabbergasted for a minute and then continued “ … applied for the citizenship but I was not eligible.” Jaynesh replied.

“ It is unjust dear, just because you aren’t born in this country it doesn’t mean they can take away your rights? ”,Vaishnavi answered after over-hearing the conversation between the father and son.

“ I know, but what can we do? We still have to endure with this prejudice ” , Jaynesh replied cursing under his breath.

“ I know how you feel papa, I studied and got 312 points over 400 then a Sinhalese classmate, veerasamy with enough cut- off points to get into the university but in the end he got into Jaffna University which is the best university while I have to go to the worst university which is ten kilometers away from where we are staying !” as vicknesh scowled from the antagonism in the discrimination of the nation.

Vaishnavi tried calming down Jaynesh and vicknesh as both of them paces up and down in downright aggravation. The subsequent day when surrendran was walking home to school, he saw ramparts were being wrecked in blood with Tamil phrases such as ‘Our contributions are worth more than your citizenship and then why are we all singled out?’ and ‘Why are our federations are being taken away from us?’. However, Surrendran neither knew what Sinhalese was nor their bigotry till, that week when the ‘Sinhala Only’ policy was established. Thus, the National Language was changed from English to sinhala. This beget in Surrendran having a rigid moment in time speaking sinhala language instead of English.

Late one morning, shortly after Jaynesh had retuned from the tea plantations, they heard the sounds of gunfire and bombing in the distance. At first, surrendran did not notice them, until vicknesh lifted his head and listened. Nearby, Vaishnavi had stopped dicing the vegetables in the kitchen and was also listening.

“What is it?” surrendran called to her from the thatched shelter.

“Hush!” , his mother replied erratically.

Surrendran stayed very still and listened, too. The sound was so faint that he thought it might be noise produced from the tea plantation’s machinery. However, then the dull thuds grew louder and lasted longer.

“Bombs,” Jaynesh said quietly. “ The Sri Lankan Army, Sinhalese peasants and Buddhist monks has come to occupy our tea plantation lands.”

It was the quiet, tired way he said it that scared surrendran. As if he had known all along it would had happen, and that he could not do anything about it. Surrendran looked at his mother, whose eyes were wide with fear.

“What can we do?” Vaishnavi asked Jaynesh .

“Start packing,” he said.

Within minutes, they were on the moves. They had stashed whatever they could in the cart. Just then everything exploded. The blast threw surrendran out of balance. He crashed into the an empty pot, sending it spinning through the air. A shell had landed nearby , ripping apart the thatching of the kitchen roof and setting it on fire. Pieces of thatching collapsed onto the matted bamboo sides of the kitchen underneath. Within seconds , the whole shed was in flames. There were screams everywhere. Outside the compound, people started churning, swirling torrent. Like a river bursting it’s banks people fled in every direction, scattering and running into the adjoining fields .Surrendran’s one thought was to find his family. Then he saw his family laying far apart and thrown. Blood oozed out from their bodies and they lay motionless on the ground.

The rock. That sudden punch of pain , like rock slamming into his stomach. The rock-hard pain. Surrendran and other kids were brought to refugee camps and taught how to use weapons. Even though the Tamil tigers had been wiped out entirely, but how about the young civilians who had taken weapons in their hands?

Hurricane katrina's Summary

Begin your summary as follows:

Hurricane Katrina had the most devastating impact on Louisiana where
wetlands were damaged. The vegetation in the marshes may not grow back and those along water sources have disappeared. Whatever remains has turned brown.
Local sea harvests reduced by Katrina and Louisiana’s oysters have destroyed.
Thus, US imported oysters. Furthermore, many fishermen were unemployed and unsettled. The Floodwater was contaminated with household chemicals which
disrupted underground gas and oil tanks .Leaking sewer and gas pipes added on to the contamination of floodwater. Human corpses and dead pets increased risks of bacterial contamination. Therefore, dredged material was placed for platform for plants to grow.
The Louisiana costal Area Ecosystem Restorations plans to rebuild barrier islands and lost marsh grass replanted.
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A discussion of your career choice

Doctors, also called physicians, have an effect on everyone’s life. They treat people when they are sick or hurt. They give advice to patients to help keep them from getting sick. They bandage knees, prescribe medicine, sew up cuts, and operate on bones. They bring new babies into the world and comfort older people who are sick or dying.

People often know at a young age that they want to become doctors. Perhaps they are naturally good at math and science. Maybe they have a desire to help people and to make a difference in people’s lives. Or, they may just want a job that is full of challenges.
How doctors spend their time depends on what type of physician they are and where they work. Some doctors work in hospitals, some work in offices, and some work in laboratories. Many work very long hours, from the early morning until well after dark. Others keep regular daytime office hours. In fact, the only thing that all doctors have in common is that no two days are ever exactly the same.

Their Typical work activities include: running surgeries, listening to and questioning patients sensitively; referring patients to specialist services in hospitals; maintaining patient confidentiality and impartiality; planning and providing appropriate treatment; commissioning health care by liaising with medical professionals in the community and hospitals; promoting health education in conjunction with other health professionals; organising preventative medical programmes for individual patients; meeting targets set by the government for specific treatments, e.g. child immunizations; managing resources to service the targets as effectively as possible; providing advice on medical care, including immunisations for those traveling abroad; providing specialist clinics for specific conditions or for certain groups, e.g. diabetes or new babies; using IT skills - some practices have one partner who may specialise, in the use of IT within the practice, but all will be expected to have basic abilities for work such as maintaining patients' records; keeping up to date with medical developments, new drugs, treatments and medications, including complementary medicine (the internet is increasingly being used as a means of researching and gathering information on medical products);

Information about the career of your choice

Everyone is born with different ambititons and motives in an ambitition too,of becoming a doctor. 'A doctor, like anyone else who has to deal with human beings, each of them unique, cannot be a scientist; he is either, like the surgeon, a craftsman, or, like the physician and the psychologist, an artist. This means that in order to be a good doctor a man must also have a good character, that is to say, whatever weaknesses and foibles he may have, he must love his fellow human beings in the concrete and desire their good before his own.' says W. H. Auden. A doctor simply means a person who qualified to practice medicine.

However, there would be definetly be someone or something who inspires you to choose the career.In my case,there was someone's death behind it.When I was young, I had a younger brother whose age was three.He was born prematurely and thereby, became deaf and dumb.At the age three, he went through countless operations and therapists.

It was regarding his disability to walk and the damage of his brain soon led to his death.When I witnessed the tragic incident, I went through depression as his death leaved a great impact in my life.Thus, this provoked the desire in me of becoming a doctor where I could help children like my brother and save their lives.

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Today Janina and Maria live like sisters. They meet daily and help each other out2. Both lives alone and are not affluent. Maria’s parents were members of the Polish anti-Nazi activists. They sheltered Janina and her mother. Janina’s mother died of tuberculosis. She was baptized to become part of the family to avoid being detected and killed by the Nazis. Furthermore, she gave up the chance to live with an uncle in the United States. During the War, the girls had to fend for themselves as Maria's father was sick and her mother was demonstrating against the Nazis. Maria was like a mother to the Janina when she lost her parents. Her only sibling survived the war but later committed suicide. After the war, both suffered from cancer. Janina is separated from her husband while Maria is a widow. Janina contacted the museum in Jerusalem to recognise Maria and her parents for saving her during WWI. The cash reward improved Maria’s financial situation.
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Some personal details such as hobbies and dislikes and daily home and school life.

Everyone has hobbies,likes and dislikes and so do I. However, no one even my friends and parents, knows about likes and dislkes or even my hobbies. It is not because I do not want them to know. It is because, no one has fully understood me and realise that I have feelings too. My way of life is much different from them. Mostly, they have time to only care for themselves not about my feelings. Even people who seemed to have it all, can be secretly living in a world of pain, like myself. I have eveything, the only thing i yearn for every single day is to be loved by someone. Sometimes, I lie to myself because it may temporarily make me feel better. However, in the long run this kind of denial will onlyprevent me from getting on with life. At times, I wonder if anyone can feel or hear the silent scream which torment me, haunt me till I am weak to fight back. The days I spent at school are the bast moments that I have in my life. My teachers and friends are always there to lend a shoulder for me to cry but if they come for help, I have no control over the words I say. That is why I have found me telling it through the help of blog.