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CINNA THE POET
Age: 15
Location: vancover
Joined On: Feb 19, 2007
Occupation: Fortune cookie fortune writer (...i wish)
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ASL Homework --- March 7th 2007. By Zoë. 1st website: finger spelling http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCuAtDKSSmI Since I thought all the websites you can search from popular seach engine (AKA google, ask, etc.) would have already been used I looked up a lesson on the alphabet on youtube. The approach to learning the alphabet inst as simplistic that you feel like a baby learning to write your ABC’s for the frist time (even thought, really, that’s what you are) the approach is funny and energetic. Not only does it teach you the letters, but the right ways to sign them, simply and smoothly. The person in the viedo really seems to know what he’s doing. 2nd website – words. http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/browser.htm I like this site because it’s really simple and up front. A few of the sites got me confused, I didn’t know where to look for the viedo, or how to search the words. I Also like how they also put a description of the sign, which you could write down in your notes for use later. The screen is a bit small, but nothing can be perfect. The fimlers did a good job of focusing on ther performers face and hands, by lighting and a dark background. 3rd website – joke. I’m very sorry, but due to time I couldn’t find one that I understood well enough, to feel comfortable enough to put on this sheet. I hope you’ll understand.
homework
Reflection
Work experience. Well, to start, I wanted to do something different, and exciting. I work as a dishwasher, and am well versed in the repetitiveness and boring qualities of most everyday jobs. I also wanted a place in a nice location in other words not a mall. Of course, I also considered things like my own likes and dislikes when it comes to jobs. I wanted to learn new things, work with people, the whole shebang.
So where could I go? Like always I had a lot of unfulfillable goals like working at the Georgia straight or a with milk man things I know wouldnt happen, because those kind of places dont regularly take on extra workers.
Which, though some sort of odd mind process, lead me to the place that I thought would the art gallery. I knew that they ran mostly on volunteers, which is practically the same things as a work experience students, except full time. I have been going to the Vancouver art gallery for all my life, so Im familier with it, but not overy so, and I know for a fact that its in a nice location.
So deciding on where to go was easy but getting a hold of them turned out to be more of a challenge. Though a combonation of e-mails and phone calls I Eventually managed to reach sherry Stuart the volunteer resource director, and set up a interview. Which I came out of in good spirits. Sherry kind of reminded me of Dumbledore, she sat behind her desk and clasped her hands together when she got excited about things, and has these slim little glasses that perch on the end of her nose and she smiles a lot.
The only thing left for me to was buy clothes. I wasnt very sure how to dress in a art gallery (Im still not) and the only advice I was given by my boss when I asked was. Not jeans, because the director of the gallery has something bad against them, I was tod, and falt soled shoes.
So I raced out and bought a ton of work pants which I though would do, and a bunch of flats (the only others shoes I owned where converse sneakers and bowling shoes) and I was set to go.
just some homework/ chilling. don't mind it.
12425 24th Ave
Surrey BC V4A 2E3
604 535 7750
cilliers1@shaw.ca
Zoe Cilliers
CAREER GOAL To obtain experience and learn about art and related jobs.
EDUCATION
2005 Present Inter-a program, cole Kwantlen Park Secondary, Surrey B.C.
Honour Roll student in 2005 and 2006
Outstanding Leadership Award 2006
Student of the year 2005
Work selected to be published in the Surrey School District Writing Contest 2007
Completed over 60 hours of community service per year
SKILLS Fluent in English; beginner French and American Sign Language
Word processing, computer skills
Leadership and teamwork skills
Proficient writing skills
Extremely adaptable and quick learner
Basic Emergency Response Training (ERT)
WORK EXPERIENCE
July 07 present Dishwasher, Seahorse Grill, Crescent Beach , Surrey BC
Maintain sanitation of kitchen and food implements
Help in preparation of food
August 07 Member of two person art exhibition, fort gallery, Langley BC
Work shown along side residential artist Claire Moore
All pieces bought
June 07 Celebrations Arts Tent Assistant, Surrey Children Festival, Surrey BC
Collaborated on planning team
Helped sort and transport materials
Assisted children in making crafts and doing projects
September 07 February 06 Intermediate representative Inter-a, cole Kwantlen Park Secondary, surrey BC
Part of student executive team
Held meetings to discuss different projects for the program
Available for any intermediate student - to hear grievances, concerns, ideas etc.
July 06 Secretarial Assistant at the 4 Oaks Medical Center, Langley B.C.
Filed patient reports
Scanned and uploaded documents onto database
April 06 Volunteer at school fair, David Brankin Elementary, Surrey BC.
Helped to run games, ring toss, fishing stations
General set up/clean up
February 05 Youth juror, CFB reel to reel film festival, Vancouver BC
Viewed and discussed different types of films
Voted on films to be shown at festival
Member of youth panel discussion prior to showings
September 02 - present Team member of DI group (Destination Imagination) Inter-a program, Surrey BC
Competitive drama / improv team
Creative problem solving challenges
Team ranked 8th in world 2005, 2nd in Province 2007
INTERESTS Writing, reading, music, Guitar (acoustic and bass), Homemade Woolen Socks, Travel
REFERENCES Available upon request.
Camping.
-Untitled. (In the most convenient way)
This is a rag-tag, a collection, a memoir of sorts. Your laugh, and rebound laced though the sunrise, sunset, star shine, sleepy thoughts unwind, rewind. Hit play
It doesnt start off with a clash of symbols and a flash of light. More slowly, spiraling upward, outward, blooming quietly, but soon growing and spreading till it covers you whole. Lifts you upward and yanks you about. Soon the floor fells unsteady under your feet, because youre walking to fast, to slow, differentially. Youve changed.
Without knowing, without trying, your mind, once a blackboard with chalk-scribbles for thoughts has now been translated, re-written, understood.
Start from scratch. Start from the beginning, because youve finished the end. And the end is finished with you.
Too many words, but not enough feelings, I cant choose, pick, decide which ones to use, invert, employ to save time, money, space, (my mind). An illegible line, a carousel of un-ending circles, a spiders web caught in the golden tendrils of the morning light, pause. Stop. Stare. Breath in and out. Go.
It started with puddles, and raindrops and whispers. My shoes stacked by the heater, my pillow wrapped in a rain jacket, wet hair clinging to the black of my neck. A bad stereo system pumping out words to an unintelligible song, too many people, too many voices, I cant understand the words, but I listen anyway. Rewrite the sentences, correct the grammar, listen to the syllables, seeking, searching, looking for a pattern to shape, mold, define these conversations. This mosh-pit of words.
Un-tuned guitar notes, reverberating around a small wooden room, excitement, anticipation, an unnamed emotion, a dizzy sensation, this could be
Giggling, spinning, discard the shoes that weigh you down, bare feet slapping the ground, get to where you want to go. Run nonstop, as if in fast motion, as if youre weightless, as if youre nothing.
Cant get the words out of my mouth fast enough, so they come out jumbled, lumped together, a tangle of thoughts, encased in sounds, noises, tinged blue from the rain, the atmosphere, the color of the ocean.
I want to be 5 different places at once, so I run, sprint, dash, but my feet lead me different directions and I fall, crash, land, sprawled. Lying down on the ground, grass, dew, talk in slow Smokey breaths, look up at the stars, pretend to be invisible. Rubbing shoulders against others just to feel the friction, texture, sentiment. I hope, you hope, I hope he hopes, I hope he hopes she hopes but I find it hard to think when all I want to do is understand what youre thinking.
Bed time, but not really, not yet, youre not ready, its too soon, you need to slow down.
But.
You.
Cant.
Go depart, fly away. Drink secrets and gossip out of a silver cup, encrusted with raindrops, the moonlight, blurred stars, and different stories. Tastes heavy and full in my mouth, fills up my body till it leaks out of my eyes. We float, rise, lie suspended in each others thoughts, feelings and memories. Trading experiences like trading cards. It may start with once upon a time, but that does not mean it will end with happily ever after.
I will keep your secrets to my grave. The words we said still engraved on the walls, never to leave the room, one day to be forgotten, misplaced, lost in our memories and minds, but not yet, not yet.
Falling asleep, drifting away, to the sound of rain, and whispers, and the river rushing below, faster and faster, piece by piece, taking my conscious away with it.
The rest is a blue, with bright patches, crystal clear, but fading rapidly. Skirting, avoiding, ducking away from my hopeful fingers, words, ink definitions.
Immortalized in our different memories, it will stop one day, and fade, but those moments, these friends ships, this feeling.
This rag-tag, this collection, this memoir of sorts.
This will linger.
A (almost) bike crash, an argument, and an introduction.
A (almost) bike crash, an argument, and an introduction.
Imgen -
Two boys are standing inside a small twisting alleyway. A dented bike lies off to one corner, one wheel still spinning, a shattered flowerpot lies near the handle bars. One boy stands with an outstretched hand, a small scratch on his thumb. The other boy stares, cheeks flushed from shouting, at the hand in question, confusion seeping into his glance. But lets rewind a few seconds backwards to see what led up to this a bike crash, an argument and a introduction.
-watch out!
-whatthe-
-oomph
!!!!!
brief pause interjected as both boys pick themselves up off the ground
-what the hell! Why dont you watch where your going!
-ohmygosh Im so sorry, I-
-sorry? Your sorry?! You nearly ran me over!
-well its not like I meant to!
-I could have died!
-okay, now your being dramatic. You wouldnt have died, yeah, a bruise maybe, but-
-excuse me? Who do you think youre talking to?
-look, I didnt mean to okay, and your not hurt, so no harm done.
-what does this look like!
-...a small scratch on your hand?
-pain! Thats what it is! Pain! Pain and suffering, and Hurt!
-chill out, the only one seriously injured here is that poor flowerpot
-poor flowerpot? What are you trying to be? Funny?
-ha ha, look, Ive got to somewhereto be, so for the last time Im sorry-
-again, sorry? Do you think that everything will be fine just because youre saying sorry?
-no!... yes. Wait, no! I dont I just think-
-well maybe you should give it a bit more thought
-Jesus Christ!!! what is wrong with you! Im just biking down this street, you step out of
nowhere, I swerve, crash into some god forsaken flowerpot instead of you, scratch up my bike and fall on the ground and youre telling me what I should be thinking more?! Who the hell are you?
-Javier, nice to meet you.
-what?
-my friends call me jay
-uh....
ohhh, the things you sometimes overhear.... i doubt anyone would be reading this, but if you are, thanks, and all that.
Heart of Slate
Hey, we appreciated you taking the time to have a
listen to our music and add us to your favorites! Hope
you enjoyed it. :)
posted Jul 18
SideEffects
o: Did that actually happen? The thing in your blog?
Annnnd nay. I Can\'t go anymore. I\'m off to england
once summer starts and I\'ll be there all summer. So no
art camp for me. D:
posted Apr 21
SideEffects
Oh my, oh me! Wait, why were you writing with a quil?
Anywho, pink fingers doesn\'t sound too bad but the,
not-being-able-to-play-music, part sounds dreadful.
posted Feb 26
SideEffects
Haha. After that vodka comment, vodka was all I could
think of. So the dinosaur would be named Vodkasaur and
it would be purple.
posted Feb 25
SideEffects
Aw, sweet picture. Another one of yours?
posted Feb 23
SideEffects
Haha, sweet. Your awesome too, never forget. [Btw,
it\'s not lame]
posted Feb 22