Wednesday, August 5, 2009
English Exam mock test
Lukas family was worried because Lukas was slow and they did not know what to do when he see elephants along the way. Malie, Sofie and Elias shouted out for Lukas till dark, however, Lukas did not leave any tracks behind making them worrying even more. Lukas family also worried that the elephants, which has been tearing and eating around would step and killed Lukas by accident in the dark. Anna together with his man rotate shifts at midnight with Marteins as he ordered his man to searched south and north calling out every hundred paces and by the tenth call, turn around and move over fifty yards. Sofie too made a fire in a middle hoping that Lukas see the glow and walk back. Koos informed the nearest forester about the missing child as woodcutters laid their axes and came to help and by sixth day, there were forty of them. (148 words)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Draft 4
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she as not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the murderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began 15 years ago when Bandula was living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left the Tamils living there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Since then, Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts result more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received an unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began 15 years ago when Bandula was living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left the Tamils living there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Since then, Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts result more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received an unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she as not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the murderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans were still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans were still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Draft 2
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she did not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the muderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed painful a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans was still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as sorrow and hatred filed the place.
“You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” said Aunt Aabitha with enragement in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.‘What could have happen to them, can something bad happen? God please protect them!’ , as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting panikly," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard ,as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? Who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in.
“Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans was still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as sorrow and hatred filed the place.
“You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” said Aunt Aabitha with enragement in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.‘What could have happen to them, can something bad happen? God please protect them!’ , as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting panikly," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard ,as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? Who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in.
“Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Draft 2
Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river. She was 45 years old by then and she did not know how much hatred her aunt felt when uncle was killed when she was 15. It was till then she had experienced the loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. She recalled the events which have happened to her for the past 40 years as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began when Bandula was 15 years old living together with her auntie Aabitha and uncle Aadhi whom owned one out of the many tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of India, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving within the district, stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as the government announced that the poor Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, the plan was still carried out as the minorities of Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflict worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers.
At the moment, tears rolled down auntie Aabitha cheeks as she turned and said to Bandula, “Someday…. This will end. And we will get wad we deserved. You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” , enrage with anger in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer , Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash, answered with a array tone.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were reported almost every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suside bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.
"What could have happen to them, could something bad happen? God please protect them!" ,as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“MOTHER! Nothing will happen to them! They will be bless.. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And... One of them... look like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard wishing that her auntie's story would not repeat itself. There was a deep hatred for the Sinhalese in Tamil ever since that moment uncle was innocently taken away from her. She then began to take her heavy footsteps to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind. "Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in."Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began when Bandula was 15 years old living together with her auntie Aabitha and uncle Aadhi whom owned one out of the many tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of India, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving within the district, stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as the government announced that the poor Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, the plan was still carried out as the minorities of Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflict worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers.
At the moment, tears rolled down auntie Aabitha cheeks as she turned and said to Bandula, “Someday…. This will end. And we will get wad we deserved. You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” , enrage with anger in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer , Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash, answered with a array tone.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were reported almost every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suside bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.
"What could have happen to them, could something bad happen? God please protect them!" ,as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“MOTHER! Nothing will happen to them! They will be bless.. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And... One of them... look like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard wishing that her auntie's story would not repeat itself. There was a deep hatred for the Sinhalese in Tamil ever since that moment uncle was innocently taken away from her. She then began to take her heavy footsteps to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind. "Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in."Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Some personal details about myself
Here are some personal details about myself. My name is Addison Ho ,currently studying as a secondary 3 student in Chong boon Secondary. My personal hobbies would be making music as i enjoy the joy of music alot, thus i am playing in my school band. In addition , i also like surfing the internet and watching movies in cinemas. My personal likes and dislikes, in which subjects, are as follow. The subjects which i like are history and chemistry. I love the subject History alot, as i believe that man has to know about its past and learn about past failures and faults in order to create a better future and succeed in life. Following that, i love the subject chemistry as chemistry is the knowledge in which man put in to use in understanding the different changes in which the different chemicals around us react to each other thus creating and developing the different compounds and elements making the world a better place to live in. On the other hand, there are other dislikes subject I have. The subject which i dislike the most in this point of time, would be Maths, as i did fairly for in school results as i doesn't seems to get the hang of numbers and the different formulas ever since i was young. However, i will continue to work hard as i know it is relevant to my career choice as a chemist. Well, the subjects which i will be taking for my for my coming "O" levels examinations in which will determine my future job prospect are , Principles of accounts , Combined Science - Chemistry and Physics , Additional Maths, Elementary Maths , Chinese , English and Combined Humanities - History and Social Studies. As a student, i do not spent much time at home due to the heavy schoolwork and activties in school however, whenever i am at home, i will try to boost my knowledge as i read articles on infomation around the world or even watch videos on things which are happening on the other side of the earth.
Here are some personal details about myself. My name is Addison Ho ,currently studying as a secondary 3 student in Chong boon Secondary. My personal hobbies would be making music as i enjoy the joy of music alot, thus i am playing in my school band. In addition , i also like surfing the internet and watching movies in cinemas. My personal likes and dislikes, in which subjects, are as follow. The subjects which i like are history and chemistry. I love the subject History alot, as i believe that man has to know about its past and learn about past failures and faults in order to create a better future and succeed in life. Following that, i love the subject chemistry as chemistry is the knowledge in which man put in to use in understanding the different changes in which the different chemicals around us react to each other thus creating and developing the different compounds and elements making the world a better place to live in. On the other hand, there are other dislikes subject I have. The subject which i dislike the most in this point of time, would be Maths, as i did fairly for in school results as i doesn't seems to get the hang of numbers and the different formulas ever since i was young. However, i will continue to work hard as i know it is relevant to my career choice as a chemist. Well, the subjects which i will be taking for my for my coming "O" levels examinations in which will determine my future job prospect are , Principles of accounts , Combined Science - Chemistry and Physics , Additional Maths, Elementary Maths , Chinese , English and Combined Humanities - History and Social Studies. As a student, i do not spent much time at home due to the heavy schoolwork and activties in school however, whenever i am at home, i will try to boost my knowledge as i read articles on infomation around the world or even watch videos on things which are happening on the other side of the earth.
A discssion on your career choice
As the quotation goes , "if you are interested in chemistry, is that it is fun and the work that you do usually has a lot of variety" . Well, agreeable. Moreover, if you are interested and have joy in doing what you like to do in what you do as a career, you will have the right mindset and attitude in which you will perform your best at your job and enjoying what you do. Therefore, when choosing a career of your choice, you should not care much about the pay ,but then again, but you must make sure that your job can feeds you, but an important aspect would be, "do you like your job and enjoying what you are doing?" That is why i chose to be a chemist as a career choice as the joy in which using knowledge to learn the composition, and properties substances, as well as to reproduce of useful naturally occurring substances and create new artificial substances and useful processes helping mankind in different aspects of life benefiting us ; reducing pollution , oil refinement or even manfacturing products in large amounts. On the other hand , the pay for a chemist in Singapore is rather high as you can earn about 2,500- 3,000 as a chemist with a degree in chemistry. Therefore, i chose my career choice as a chemist.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Information about the career choice
Information about the career choice
Everything in the environment, whether naturally occurring or of human design, is composed of chemicals. A chemist is a scientist trained in the science of chemistry. Chemists helps to search for and use new knowledge about chemicals and find ways in which to make chemicals useful to us They also also develop processes such as improved oil refining or even petrol through chemical processing. They also help in saving energy and reducing pollution. Also, they try to improve things that people use daily, such as paint, medicine, and cosmetics, as well as discovery and development of new and improved synthetic fibers, paints, adhesives, drugs, cosmetics, electronic components, lubricants, and thousands of other products. Most chemists work in research and development in in which they search for new chemicals in nature.Their research on living things helps doctors, farmers, and food preparers do their jobs better. It is also chemist's job is to search for new facts about chemicals. Some chemists watch what happens when they mix two or more chemicals together. They explain what they might see, smell, or feel. They then record it down on data-logs and computers for future references. Others work in production and quality control in chemical manufacturing plants. Chemists specialize in areas such as analytical, organic, inorganic, physical and theoretical, macromolecular, medical, and materials chemistry. Thus, Chemists use the knowledge of chemistry to learn the composition, and properties of unfamiliar substances, as well as to reproduce and synthesize large quantities of useful naturally occurring substances and create new artificial substances and useful processes thus making things in life better for us.
References
http://www.bls.gov/k12/science01.htm
http://careerplanning.about.com/od/occupations/p/chemist.htm
http://www.madsci.org/posts/archives/1999-01/916465774.Ch.r.html
Everything in the environment, whether naturally occurring or of human design, is composed of chemicals. A chemist is a scientist trained in the science of chemistry. Chemists helps to search for and use new knowledge about chemicals and find ways in which to make chemicals useful to us They also also develop processes such as improved oil refining or even petrol through chemical processing. They also help in saving energy and reducing pollution. Also, they try to improve things that people use daily, such as paint, medicine, and cosmetics, as well as discovery and development of new and improved synthetic fibers, paints, adhesives, drugs, cosmetics, electronic components, lubricants, and thousands of other products. Most chemists work in research and development in in which they search for new chemicals in nature.Their research on living things helps doctors, farmers, and food preparers do their jobs better. It is also chemist's job is to search for new facts about chemicals. Some chemists watch what happens when they mix two or more chemicals together. They explain what they might see, smell, or feel. They then record it down on data-logs and computers for future references. Others work in production and quality control in chemical manufacturing plants. Chemists specialize in areas such as analytical, organic, inorganic, physical and theoretical, macromolecular, medical, and materials chemistry. Thus, Chemists use the knowledge of chemistry to learn the composition, and properties of unfamiliar substances, as well as to reproduce and synthesize large quantities of useful naturally occurring substances and create new artificial substances and useful processes thus making things in life better for us.
References
http://www.bls.gov/k12/science01.htm
http://careerplanning.about.com/od/occupations/p/chemist.htm
http://www.madsci.org/posts/archives/1999-01/916465774.Ch.r.html
Sunday, January 11, 2009
My school holidays
Well,this November and December vacation has been a great a joyful one as not only did i learn from some painful experience, i also had a wonderful time at Hongkong with my friends, and also celebrate the Christmas festive joy with my friends and family. Firstly, I would like talk my trip in Hongkong with the band as i really did enjoyed myself there despite all the nagging from our teachers. XD Well, we when to different locations in Hongkong like the peak , Singapore International School and most anticipated by us, Hongkong Disneyland. Well, we also exchanged with two other high schools there and made a few new Hongkong friends despite our language barrier as we could only speak chinese and they could only speak cantonese. We performed several songs at the different location and also recieve plentiful of applause from the audience and our performance in Disneyland was a great sucess. Personally, all the hard work put in was shown on the smiles of the audience and we really did enjoy ourselves at Disneyland after that. Despite the fact that i been to Hongkong the previous year, both the experince were different and i really feel that i have grown up quite abit.
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