Jumat, 11 Februari 2011
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Tugas News Item
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Floods force thousands of people to evacuate in Gorontalo
GORONTALO (Antara): Floods triggered by days of torrential rain swamped thousands of houses in ten sub-districts of the city of Gorontalo on Tuesday, forcing thousands of people to evacuate.
An official at the flood mitigation post said that as of Tuesday morning, around 2,015 people had been evacuated to safer locations.
The official said that starting at 2 a.m. on Tuesday, flood waters had swept through ten sub-districts, namely Heledulaa Selatan, Moodu, Heledulaa Utara, Bugis, Ipilo, Tenda, Padebuolo, Biawu, Dembe II, and Tenilo. He added that the local government had distributed 100 boxes of instant noodles and three tons of rice to displaced people at refugee shelters.
Rescue workers, assisted by police, military personnel and volunteers, joined together to evacuate the flood victims from their homes to at least 10 temporary shelters across Gorontalo city.
Mimi, one of the refugees, said she was reluctant to evacuate but the water in her house kept rising. On Tuesday morning it reached 50 centimeters and forced her to flee.
As black clouds remained drifting lazily overhead on Tuesday, local Meteorology and Geophysics Agency reported that heavy rain would continue to occur throughout Gorontalo over the next two days.
http://www.thejakartapost.com
Answer the following questions.
1.What does the writer want to tell us?
2.When were the people evacuated?
3.What happen on Tuesday at 2 a.m.?
4.Who distributed the noodles?
5. “He added that the local government had ………”. (par. 3)
He refers to ………………………
6.Who involved in Rescue Workers?
7.Who was reluctant to evacuate?
8.What is the prediction of Meteorology and Geophysics Agency about Gorontalo?
Rabu, 09 Februari 2011
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Tugas Narrative
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The Snow Bride
Many years ago, when great forests still covered the hills of Japan, a samurai named Hikaru lost his way in a sudden winter storm. Snow pellets sharp as spears pierced his cloak and drove him blindly into the deep woods.
Cold stalked him, and he had no weapon to battle this invisible enemy. Finally his horse burst into a clearing. The wind rattled the tree limbs, but no snow fell here. A wooden house squatted beside a huge camphor tree. The snow was a smooth white carpet. This quiet place seemed peaceful enough, but he sensed someone watching, waiting in silence.
A door opened. A white-haired woman studied him. Holding out her arms, she murmured, “Welcome, my lord. Enter and feel no fear.”
Hikaru smiled. He had killed fear long ago. But his horse ran away from the tiny hut. The samurai pulled the reins and drove it forward until the horse reluctantly moved forward. He found a lean-to built on the side of the hut, sheltered on one side by the hut and on the other by the tree. When his mount discovered some hay, its hunger drove out all fear. He left the animal peacefully grazing and went to fi nd his hostess.
The hut was simply furnished, though fi relight created a golden sparkle off the dishes and cups she set before him. Where had this woman found such luxuries, he wondered as she silently served him.
After he had eaten, he fi xed his eyes on her. “Who are you?”
She kept her gaze modestly lowered. “I am called Yuki, my lord. This place is my home.”
Yuki glided around the room in a silken whisper. Gradually he became aware of how quiet the woods had become. “Are you not lonely here?”
Her lips quirked in a shadow of a smile. “You are here, my lord. As long as you are pleased with me, how could I be lonely?”
Time passed, but it was always winter. Hikaru forgot everything but the lovely woman who anticipated his wants. As soon as he thought, “I want – “ Yuki was there, offering food and drink to fill his belly or song to soothe his soul. Yet men are never content. For a warrior, even an earthly paradise can become a wicked prison.
One day, Hikaru woke with anger. Nothing Yuki said or did pleased him.
Dashing dishes off the table, the tiny crashes echoed how he’d destroyed his enemies in the past. The memory infl amed his temper. Enough of this quiet and inaction! He could find that in death.
“My lord, tell me how I have displeased you. I – ”
“You, woman!” he snapped. “You’ve kept me prisoner in this place far too long!”
He rushed to the door and fl ung it open. A cold breeze brushed his cheek. Yuki grasped his sleeve. “My lord! Do not leave!”
“Enough!” The samurai jerked from her grip. Rage boiled in his heart as he backhanded her. “Out of my way, woman!”
“As you wish.” The mark of his hand seemed a dark bruise on her pale skin. “I will bother you no more.” Head bowed, Yuki stepped aside. The door swung shut between them.
A low moan shuddered amongst the trees. Wind whipped his helm from his head and his cloak off his shoulders. Cold knifed his body, just beneath the heart.
“Yuki?” Blinded, Hikaru stumbled backwards, but tree bark scraped his questing hands. Where was the hut? It was cold, so cold.
Spring came late that year. Birdsong welcomed the sun’s return. The golden fi ngers of the goddess Amateratsu caressed the still alabaster face of the sleeping man. But he never wakened. As she continued her journey across the sky, cherry trees covered the silken clad form with tiny pink-edged petals, a living blanket of snow.
Adapted from: http://mariannh.com
Questions
1.Where does the story come from?
2.Who is Hikaru?
3.What happened to him?
4.How was the weather then?
5.What happened to Hikaru after she met Yuki?
6.What made Hikaru want to leave Yuki’s hut?
7.What happened to Yuki when she tried to restrain Hikaru’s anger?
8.What happened after Yuki stepped aside?
9.Do you think this story has a happy ending or sad ending?
10.Give your reason that the story is happy or sad ending?
