Facebook should be banned
“With the development of technology, the world has become a global
village.” This saying is famous in today’s society. As I see it, this
technological development has become a burden to man.
Today, it is very difficult to find a person who doesn’t talk about
Facebook, as it provide many facilities such as Skype and chatting.
People can make profiles by using pictures and various videos. Facebook
makes people famous. Children, teenagers and adults use Facebook. We can
communicate with people around the world. But everybody must know the
limits of using Facebook.
If you misuse it you can fall into trouble. When we read newspapers
we find that people have ruined their lives, murders, unethical and
illegal affairs and criminal acts, all due to Facebook. However, as the
saying goes “too much of anything is good for nothing”, we must be
careful when we use Facebook. The authorities should warn people about
the good and bad side of Facebook. They must have limitations and
control the use of Facebook. Otherwise it is better to ban Facebook in
The Laxapana waterfall is in Hatton. It is 26 metres high and
originates from the Maskeliya Oya which begins its journey from Adam’s
Peak. According to Sinhala folklore, Maskeliya Oya originates at the
‘Indikatupaana’ at the top of Adam’s Peak.
There are two theories as to how the waterfall got its name. One is
that it cascades over a vast number of rocks, it was called ‘Laxa’ which
means a hundred thousand and ‘Pahana’ which means a rock.The second
theory is that the name Laxapana was derived from ‘Lassana Pahana’ which
means beautiful lamp. Today, the Laxapana falls lives up to its name
with regard to the second theory because it powers Sri Lanka’s first
hydropower plant, generating electricity and thereby providing light for
over a hundred thousand homes.
The ant is a tiny creature. It lives in groups. There are many types
It is active. It is fond of sweets. Ants are not lazy. They set a
good example to us. The ant works together with other ants in a team.
They keep stocks of food for the future.
Let us follow the good qualities of the ant community and achieve
success in life.
Edgar Allen Poe
Edgar Allen Poe was an American author whose tales of mystery and
imagination remain unsurpassed. ‘The House of Usher,’ ‘A descent into
the Maelstorm’ and ‘The pit and the Pendulum’ are some of his books.
Poe was a son of a poor travelling actor. After his mother’s death he
was adopted by John Allan of Richmond in Virginia. He was given his
adoptive father’s surname as his middle name. After his education in
Virginia and England, Poe was enlisted in the army for two years. He
entered the Military Academy at West Point but was asked to discontinue
after one year.
His living pattern did not please his foster father. When Poe was
disowned by his foster father, he had to find a living on his own. The
only way of earning money was by writing.His story’“Ms Found in a
Bottle’ written in 1833 was the best story in a popular Baltimore
periodical which won 50 dollars. Later, he had the opportunity to join
the editorial staff of the Southern Literary Messenger and in 1835
became its Editor.
Despite his bad temper and financial difficulties, Poe’s writing
remained clear. Generally his stories are divided into tales of horror
and stories of intellect. On the other hand, Poe is generally referred
to as a romantic writer. But he also wrote on serious themes, mainly
about life and art.
Baker’s Falls is one of the most eye-catching spots for visitors who
visit Horton Plains. It is three kilometres away from the information
centre which is at the entrance to the National Park.
The footpath to Baker’s Falls is through misty, cold and grassy
plains across narrow brooks. The barefoot walk delights the traveller
when the feet touch the cold grass and water.
It was Sir Samuel Baker who discovered this waterfall. He was an avid
hunter and adventurous farmer who resided on the island from 1847 to
1855. While exploring the hunting grounds, he found the waterfall and
had frequently stopped at the spot whenever he passes by. It has been
named Baker’s Fall after him.
The value of reading
There is a lot of truth in the saying ‘Reading makes a full man.’
Reading is a good habit and it is interesting. It helps us to widen our
knowledge on various subjects. Books are written by great personalities.
Good books are storehouses of knowledge.
Th most important source to acquire knowledge is through reading. A
good reader can make a speech at any time. He can take part in any
discussion or debate with self-confidence and cannot be defeated. There
are great personalities in our country who have received an education by
Reading is a very useful hobby. An insensitive person can become a
sensitive person by reading. The government spends a great deal to set
up public libraries throughout the country. The objective of this effort
is to cultivate the reading habit.
My pet dog
I have a little dog,
Its name is Brownie.
Brownie is brown and white.
It likes to eat bones and bread,
And it also likes to drink milk.
Brownie plays with me in the evening,
I bathe him every weekend.
When I come home, he jumps over me,
It is a cute dog.
My pet is a green parrot. It talks to me. It likes to eat fruits. My
parrot is six- months-old and it has a red necklace.
My parrot is not caged. It flies in the morning and comes back in the
evening. I found my parrot when it was bathing in a pond. I caught it
and put it into a cage when it was small. I love my parrot a lot.
A special birthday
It was September 17, 2014. When I went to the hospital with my
grandma. My dad was standing impatiently by the corridor. He showed us
to a room and told us to go inside. As we entered there was no one
inside. I was impatient but my grandma told me to be quiet. It took a
long time and I could not stand any longer. Then the door opened and two
nurses took my mum on a big bed. Another brought cot. I ran excitedly to
the cot and found my sweet little loving baby sister who was born an
hour before. She was really cute. I love her very much.
The lonely house
The ground was littered with flowers,
The sky with traces of blue.
Staring across the peach pale clouds,
Above the lonely house.
The window frames were littered with patches of translucent glass,
The door barred with a piece of rotting rosewood.
On it was written in dried up blood –
It said ‘Face death all ye who step inside.’
The rotten rosewood snapped into two,
As the door opened without a sound!