The Following Text Is For Questions 1 and 3
The Following Text Is For Questions 1 and 3
The Following Text Is For Questions 1 and 3
I usually woke up at 8 a.m. and went to the press center to check the daily schedule of briefings and
press conferences, usually held by the United Nations officials or disaster mitigation team chief, Alwi
Shihab.
It was challenging to visit different refugee camps to find soft stories, human interest stories. Then, I
went back to the press center in between to cover the press conferences of the day.
It was heart breaking when I saw these survivors fight for food and secondhand clothing, which they
said were limited and inadequate. Emerging to a glaring, full noon, it was time to go back to the
press center to write stories and race against time, always fearing that the internet connection
would come crashing down.
And after everything was done, only then I remembered to eat. Most times, I only ate once a day
because you always had to rush and it was difficult to find food. You had to travel quite far, about a
30-to 45-minute trip by car to find fresh food.
A. Three times
B. Seldom
C. Twice
D. Never
E. Once
A. Decreases
B. Lightener
C. Reliever
D. Developer
E. Writer
A. A social worker
B. A volunteer
C. A journalist
D. Presenter
E. A TV reporter
Ryan, my roommate, and I had a great weekend. Last Saturday we got up early and had a big
breakfast. Then we took the bus to go downtown and went to an art museum. The museum opened
at nine o’clock and we stayed there all morning.
We saw some beautiful paintings. We had a guide who explained everything to us. I liked all the art,
but Ryan didn’t like the modern art very much. I bought copies of two paintings. I’m going to put
them on the wall of my bedroom.
At one o’clock, we were hungry so we had lunch at the museum cafeteria. After lunch, we took a
walk in the park near the museum. We went home at five o’clock. We were very tired, but we had a
good time. On Sunday we stayed home and studied.
E. Ryan and his roommate liked all the beautiful paintings at the museum
I’ll never forget May 3, 1990, the dat Tien- Tien came into our lives. Ahong , the wife of my youngest
brother Ajing, gave birth after a very difficult labour of five hours. We already had a name for the
baby before she was born. She would be called Tien-Tien which meant ‘sweetness’.
As we waited at the hospital, our joy quickly turned to grief when the attending physician announced
that he could detect no signs of life in Tien-Tien. There was no breathing, no heartbeat, so he finally
declared the baby dead.
Ajing decide to lay the body next to the Taizi River. To outsiders, this might be strange: to us, a
Chinese family with almost no money or resources, the prospect of encouraging the baby’s spirit slip
away to a better world in a beautiful setting made a great deal of sense. We planned to return later
to bury Tien-Tien’s remains and pay honour to her.
Ajing wrapped his child in a red fl oral quilt and set off for the river. He gently laid his baby in a patch
of grass along the bank of the river.
A week later, while I was walking home from work, I overheard several women talking about one of
her friends. They said their friend heard a baby crying and the sound came from a patch of grass
along the river bank. They further explained that the baby had been placed in a local orphanage.
Something inside me said it must have been Tien-Tien. Without waiting any longer, I ran to the
orphanage. In the room I saw Tien-Tien in a crib covered in dirt but very much alive.