He loves to make fun of the loser of game: Me (July 13, 2010; Costa Rica)
We first met on my first morning work. Our task? To build a bench out of the driftwood we find along the beach, make sure it fits two people. That was a kick in the pants.. later on the week, another group had to make another bench, because ours was ‘too small’
ANYWAYS we got closer near the end of his trip, and we tag-teamed and ended up being werewolves when we played Werewolf. We taught him Jungle Speed, and quickly learned he was better at me.. he took that to his advantage. and teases me to this day.
Even though he’s back home in England, we can still carry a conversation about the possible combinations including peanut butter and oreos and what not.
I’ll see you at your welcoming party in Quebec.
There’ll be jungle speed and name calling
Diving For Fish Food (September 6, 2008)
I could say read our wall-to-walls, but i’m sure you wouldn’t understand a thing we’re talking about.
Our Supernatural discussions, playing speed on the floor in english class, intense note passing in cluff’s class, and metric singing memories will NEVER ever be forgotten.
Even though you’re a bus or train ride away.. you’re still and will always be one of my closest friends.
What`s the meaning of BMark?
Not sure.. but i think it’s my rapping name.
Iguana. (July 12, 2010; Costa Rica)
When there was nothing to do on a rainy day (besides making sandcastles), you would not expect how much fun you would have with a deck of cards and a table full of people including a guy named BMark.
From killing crabs; to burying dead cats; to making up your own (never losing) solitaire game; to hammocking; to drinking milkshakes; to taking pictures of sunests; to tracking down torrential downpours; to claiming jungle speed; to eating twinkie wanna-be’s; ALL THE WAY to being there when you needed to talk.
Thats how amazing Bmark was in a list… of course the list goes on
Grr you`re the Hulk
When in need to hammock, call Mariele (July 12, 2010; Costa Rica)
OH my german friend!! I first met her on a log in costa rica after she got off the phone, and when she introduced her name, i called her Maria. I quickly found out the real pronunciation (MAH-REE-LE) but more german-y.
We hammocked, we played slam, we made leaf faces, and she taught me some german words.
When i left the placement at 6:45AM, while everyone was asleep, she got up to say ‘bye’. she was also the one who made me cry. we’ve only known each other for 8 days.. and i missed her the most.
Mariele, your gold and blue couch is waiting for you in toronto.
My Second Grandma (March 10, 2009; India)
It was one of those “You had to be there” moments
Just: Thank You.
One Simple drawing (March 13, 2009; India)
On the second last day in Kolkata, I was watching the students run around in their blue and white uniform, and a girl sitting down against the wall caught my eye. I noticed she was drawing flowers in her notebook. I asked her if she like to draw, and if she can draw something on my hand. She did, and I knew a bond was created. After the performance at the end of the day, she found myself crying, and she told me not to, and that everything will be alright.
The next morning, I couldn’t say goodbye to her, so the last thing I said was “I got your back, see you later”
She showed me that its so easy to become one’s best friend in less than one day.
There’s something about my grandfather
I don’t speak much Tagalog, he doesn’t speak much English. The only time we try to communicate is if he wants me to eat some mango’s with him or if I can turn on the tv so he can watch wrestling or boxing
Because he asks me simple favors, I appreciate laughing at him when he doesn’t know how to switch the channel