Love can be hard to put into words so bear with me.
Christine is from a small town called Trelleborg, in Sweden. She tells people shes from Malmo usually because no-one knows where Trelleborg is. Last year, at the backpackers we stayed in for four months, she was pretty renowned for her classic breakfast of.. a boiled egg, raw weet-bix, an orange, avocado, carrot, and then a black coffee, a couple of pieces of dark chocolate and a cigarette straight after. She wants to quit smoking. But she still offers a dollar to passers by and people sitting outside cafes for a cigarette. She eats healthy food all the time so whenever I'm like frying up bacon and she comes in I'm like 'Hi..' I think it's funny when I massage her shoulders and when she is really enjoying it I suddenly stop and say 'THERE'.
She's so blunt in a refreshing way. If there's a joint being passed around, it's usually quite subtle but if it gets passed to her she'll say 'Oh is that weed? Oh no thankyou' and it's hilarious. But when she is stoned, it's so funny. One morning she said 'Oh Ruby I'm so guilty I bought 2 pizza slices after that weed last night'.
She helped me write a letter to a friend once, and I was crying so I couldn't really write so she took over, we never sent it, I didn't read it but we sent it to my email so I could decide if I wanted to send it. When I read it the next morning it basically said everything to that person that I would've said from my heart, and she's never even met the person it was to. The underlying joy of understanding somebody you love is fucking priceless, and she's so there. I love to be around Christine because I feel like she just breaks barriers, and it's so refreshing. If I'm sitting with a bunch of other people having a beer and whatever, she never minds just coming over and getting everyone's attention then saying 'Ruby I made vegetable soup, do you want to try?' and I'm like 'Yeah'.
Andrea is from the same place as Christine, they were travelling together, they've known each other since they were little. She has the softest hands, and such a caring energy about her, whenever she was around, I felt safe. I remember this one time in Sydney we went to this asian kind of shop, and she bought a shitload of all this stuff like lanterns and even a CD that played chinese kindof music like those 20 minute long songs and she fully revamped our room to surprise everyone. She's like a girl of simple pleasures, always interested all kinds of different shit. I feel like I can't write about her and there's something else that I can't put into words, but I somehow find that hardly surprising.
One thing I did love was that, even though she does modelling for a job, she was definitely not a model in her personality. Somedays I'd go with her to her castings and there'd be all these twats chatting away in their high heels and me and her would just sit together and do whatever. She's an excellent model, and does her job pretty well, but she's so so much more than that and that's the person I love.
Ash is from everywhere. He was born in London then moved to Wales as a kid. Then moved to Australia around August last year...
My Ashy likes to say things like "bumblewick" or "horses" or "blood on a cats face" when you'd least expect it and it makes you feel happy at the strangest times. He's the kind of person who doesn't mind being honest with you, and believes in you in a way that makes you feel like a very important friend. He knows his stuff, and I love being around him because he pays attention and always has something useful to say when you wanna talk to him. In my experience anyway. I love how he can read people and I love how blunt he is especially when I'm being a twat he doesn't have any fear to say what;s really on his mind and it's so refreshing. I love Ash so much. I miss him when he's not around. He's really responsible for things he does. He goes to work if he has a job. He's good with his money. But above all of that, HE KNOWS HIS MUSIC. Music music music, he knows EXACTLY what to put on man.
I never really had a taste for electro/dance music before I came to Australia, but I can honestly say, that since meeting Ash I have a love for it. We've had the coolest conversations about his music, and I appreciate it so much. I love it when I'm just with him or spending the day with him because we just talk and talk and he talks sense, he won't just be all sympathetic he says the facts and it's so much better.
One of my favourite days I had with Ash was when I woke up and he was rolling a joint, and by the end of the day we'd had about 16 joints between ourselves.. He knows his stuff, and he knows me. Quite well. And I love smelling his shoulder. Bless his heart.
I love Sams laugh. And his view on things. Sam is one of those people that i met and had an amazing time with and that I want to know forever. Even if he thinks I'm a freak I don't care. He's so wonderful, I still feel overwhelmed at how much energy he used telling me how much he believed in me at a time when I needed it. Sam is sole responsible for pretty much the best New Years I ever had. We hung out alot and it made me feel like a kid again. I looove watching Sam skate, because he's so good and the way he describes the feeling is wicked. Sam has a hot body. And it so in proportion that I love looking at his waist especially when he'd walk around in boxers. What a hottie. Sam loves it when I play "Fuck Forever" on guitar, and wants me to play a gig for him when I get to Guildford. If I play it to him while sitting on the grass, it will still be good though. Tons of booze went down with my Sammy (aka Gummy Bear, though I didn't call him that much but nicknames are special to have for someone I believe) We laughed. We talked. We argued. We had fun. And I can't wait to see him and do it all again.
Simon is from London, and moved to Cambridge when he was 11. The day I met Simon, he was leaving for Japan in 6 days, but he never went because he didn't have enough money. That week he was ringing his uni in England to defer his study because he wanted to stay in Melbourne and work. Simon has made me really happy ever since I have known him, and I think he is one of the most beautifullest people in the whole wide world. He's the most unfake person I know. He knows lots. He doesn't like fruit. He's going to do Fashion Design at University. He has a cool last name - Rose, but he thinks the name Simon is boring. I remember I wrote 'Ruby May' on my food bag at this hostel, and he said 'That's a well good name'. One time he rolled me ciggarette and wrote on it 'Ruby's smoke'. Simon played basketball for 7 years in Cambridge and his team was called 'Cambridge Cats'.
We used to have this game in the old hostel we were in where there would be a long table, and a pot of beer would be at one end, then as you went along there were two pints of beer, then a jug at the end. You would stand in line and take turns at trying to get a ping pong ball into one of them, Simon won the jug at the end twice!
Simon and me slept in a park in Sydney for about 4 nights over January. He said it was one of the lowest points in his life and I feel a bit sad about that. Although we had fun and had a wicked view of Sydney harbour. I loved it.
I love it when Simon plays "Redemption Song" on guitar, and he loves when I play "Fuck forever". I love it when Simon uses the end of his glasses to compress the wedd in the awesome joints he rolls. I call Simon "Lamby" or "Mister Mystical Magic Man" or "Billy Buttons" or "Simons" but mostly Lamby. I don't know if he likes he but I don't think he is too fussed.
Simon has an escapist nature, and he like his space. He reads people really well. He listens, very in depth that sometimes I don't think he's listening, but he definitely is, because he remembers everything you say.
Simon has a deep love and appreciation for Led Zeppelin, and can never play the song Ramble on at any old time. He would rather do it when the time is right because it feels better. I feel like I have something crazy to write right now, but I can't put it into words because I love Simon so much.
