Plastiki

Plastiki is a boat that is made from recycling plastic bottles. It is very high-technic. It has a garden for vegetables to grow. Its goal is to travel from San Francisco to Australia, Sydney. Plastiki is made from 37000 plastic bottles that has been used. 3 crew member had got the idea, designed it. The crew has 1 female and 2 males. They had this idea to tell people that plastic bottles and other trashes could be reused in a different way.

Vocab 9 (pictures)

1. specifically


2. Cajole

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4. Indignantly














5. Belligerent











6.Fixated















6. Stagnant












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9. Blatant

Journal Entry #8

Hey TAS!
I just wanted to say hi to TAS.
Last, last thursday and friday, your school's IASAS team visited our school to compete other IASAS teams. It was really fun to watch. Rugby, especially. Our school was cheering, badly. Weird hairstyles, fighting over to score, was great to watch. Sorry, I explained it like it is not that fun, but you know it is really fun. Our man cheer was NAGA NAGA NAGA OI OI OI! Stuff like that. I really want to know your school's cheer. Anyway, do you have does people that wears does masks and costume? One of our high-schooler wore the dragon suit. It's really cool.
I hope you guys will tell me soon.

P.S Sorry that I had a random subject. I had nothing to write.

Journal Entry #7 Weekends

Another weekends had come, I'm really bored so like I'm on the internet. I figured that google chrome is very cool. Well, I had it long time ago, but I didn't use it, because I thought it was just a toolbar downloader or something. Well, anyway it's really cool. I'm on it right now so I could play around with my blog. Having fun changing and searching for a blog template. Oh and my dad is planning to go to mangadua ( if that's how you spell it) to check the price of Blackberry Gemini and Javelin. He's planning to buy it for me. Oh ya, I have to go to do my church homework. CYA

Vocab definitions

1. Mildew: Something like a mole that appears on cloth when it is stayed wet in a cool place.
2. Out of the blue: Out of the subject; random
3. Hesitantly: Something that you're forced to do; stopping to think
4. Hatch: The noun, Hatch is a door on the ship (it's on the floor); the verb, Hatch means movement when the egg cracks and chick is born.
5. Orientation: Something you see that you have to know
6. Chateau: Chateau is a very big, luxury house. Where normally really rich celebrities and a very rich person lives. Some kind of a castle.
7. Thunderous: Doing something very seriously, rudely.
8. Contradiction: Disagreement.
9. Faults: Mistake or a failure.
10. Preserve: Something to keep it usable.

Journal Entry #6

I think journal writing is important in our lives. Our lives will always be a history no matter what. So writing a journal is like recording your life history. It's very cool. I guess writing in a book to publish or in a blog is just great. Future people will see your history, knowing what happened and how it feels like to be in the past. This is my 6th journal entry, which I'm going to write about why journals are important. I'm going to tell you the good things and the bad things about private journal writing and in public. If you're writing a journal is private, a.k.a secret diary, you have a friend that you could rely on. It is a thing, but it could keep your secret forever. Keeping a secret by yourself is a harsh thing to do. You want to tell someone, but you can't, it could hurt your feelings. Sometimes, if you tell someone one of your deepest secret, they might tell everyone. Humans can't resist telling stuff, but if you tell a thing, if could not do anything wrong to you. Could not tell, because it has no mouth like us.

Public journal has many good stuff to learn from. Public journals gives other people lessons from their experience and what I told you before it could show future people about the history you took.

JANE walks on the road ( record)

When I was 7 years old, after my school was over, my mom came and took me to the entrance and told me we had to walk home. I was pretty shocked, because my house was not this street, but a complex, more than 30km further apart. Then she took me and walked to the Bumimas apartment, which is just a few blocks away. Bought me some Pocari Sweat and Ritz. Then she took my bag and we walked again. Car were flying all over. Beggars musics were playing in a loud sound. The smock from the vehicles were stinging my nose. I covered my nose, started to eat the Ritz, but my mom didn't let me. "WHY?" I asked, she told me " Save it for the long journey". Long Journey? I caught up with her and moved toward to Sate Tomang Restaurant. Went straight, entering another street called Antasari. We went passed our church, 2 aparments and one of the cafe that my sister's friend's parent owns. Finally, the tol, the tol cashiers were all staring at us, but we ignored and headed to our way. About 5km, we rested on the side to rest, drank a big bottle of Pocari Sweat, each person a sip. Went about 20km more, ate some Ritz and we were out of the road, we we're exhausting so we caught a bajaj and headed straight to the