Welcome.

Welcome to the first ever post for my blog. I hope you enjoy your stay.

I've been meaning to create a blog for so long now but I guess I'm just lazy as well as the fact that I have commitment issues. Yes that's right- I even have problems with committing to a blog. Its pathetic. But we'll talk about that another time.

Tamara Campbell was originally the one who inspired me to write a blog as I have followed her blog for quite some time now and have just really enjoyed reading it. If you've read her blog before you would agree that she has such a great style of writing. I always wonder to myself how fluid her style is or whether she has to sit down for quite some while to capture the thought. But either way she seems to be able to make the most simple things interesting in writing.

Currently at this moment I am laying in bed wrapped up trying to keep warm with a hideous dry cough that's making my stomach heave. I am currently MEANT to be at Blacksmiths Beach today surfing with my TAFE course. But no. I am sick. Pain. In. The. Arse.

But as my father always says- Ah well, Such is life.

I'm thinking that I may have gotten sick because my body is still trying to adjust to my lack of hair in the cold. I recently did shave for a cure and I must say, hair has so much more use then just looking pretty! The most obvious use would be keeping your head warm for instance. Having a lack of hair (I only went to a number 2 with the clippers) has opened my eyes so much and given me some really different experiences though. For instance I will tell you the story of how I met the man named Brian.

I really do believe that everything happens for a reason you know. Even if sometimes you cant see or understand the reason, the energy of the universe has its own motives and it can bring you to the most peculiar situations every now and again. Which brings me to how I met Brian. I will not tell you who Brian is or why he is significant straight up as it will ruin the story.

It was about week before my 18th birthday party that I went searching for a costume to wear. I had turned 18 the day before and my dad wanted to take me out for lunch in town to celebrate. It was a lovely day so i decided that I would go into town early, park my car at Nobbys beach car park and walk through the park and along Hunter street keeping an eye out for a jungle Jane outfit for my jungle themed party. Plus I was stingy and didn't want to pay for parking.

I found an outfit to put together before I had to meet dad but I was undecided as to whether I should buy this leopard print top hat I found from this grovey little retro shop along Hunter street. After all, it was going to be cold without any hair, but where would I wear a leopard print top hat again? So being undecided, I went to lunch with dad and thought of the possibility of going back to the store afterward to make up my mind. I told Dad about the top hat and he said i should at least go back and look at it again.

So it was after Dad and I had said our goodbyes and he left that I went walking along Hunter street once more. I don't know if you know Newcastle very well, but if you are familiar with Hunter street then you will know it's a veeeery long street. Lots of shops. Lots of culture. A lot of life. I had walked up and down Hunter street three times! Just trying to find this shop again. It was like something out of Harry Potter; as if the shop had just disappeared. With very sore feet and a frustrated attitude I was just about to give up when the Universe threw me a curve ball.

As I was walking past more and more shops a quote on the window of a building happened to catch my eye. I love a good quote you see. I cant quite remember what this quote said but it was the reason why I became interested in the place. It was the most peculiar looking shop I had ever seen. As i peered through the window I spotted a whole wall full of VW collectibles, A full drum set and other various instruments upon the floor and a show case full of other bits and pieces. I was entranced with curiosity and hadn't the slightest clue why. I went to the door of the building and was confused to find steel bars in the doorway. As I looked through the steel bars I noticed a humble old man sitting at his desk peering at me. I was soon discover that this mans name was Brian.

"Can I help you my dear?" he asked with a curious expression upon his face.
"Yeah.." I replied, "What kind of a shop is this?"
Brians face lit up as he began to smile and he chuckled "Well... It's actually a residence."

I was so embarrassed!! I apologized profusely but all Brian could do was laugh.

'What made you think it was a shop dear?" asked Brian kindly.
I explained to him that it was the VW collectables on the wall that made me think it was perhaps an antique store. Brian politely explained in return that he and the man he was staying with were obsessed with VW cars. Brian explained that he was from Adelaide and was in Newcastle for the Steam Train festival. From here the conversation turned to me discussing how my sister has a VW bug and how she rode it off but was repairing it again.

"So is it fixed now?" Asked Brian.
"No, there's only one thing she needs to do now. See the fuel tank has rusted out from the bottom so she needs to find another one in good condition."
Brian asked me to wait where I was at the door and he returned with photos. He opened the door of bars and handed me the photos of a VW bug that he was doing up and another VW that he was using for spare parts.

"It just so happens I have a spare fuel tank in good condition that I have no use for if you would like to take it off my hands?"

I was shocked. The universe had lead me to a completely random place to meet a complete stranger that had something that someone I knew and cared for needed. But that wasn't the end of it.

As Brian went to write down his number so that my sister could call him to discuss the fuel tank and when to pick it up, i noticed a collection tin with the leukemia foundation shave for a cure picture on it, sitting on the desk next to me. I instantly got excited and asked who was doing shave for a cure. Brian explained that he and the man he was staying with did it last year and raised a bit of money. After being told this I began to tell him all about my party and how i was doing the same thing in a weeks time. Brian then revealed to me that he actually had leukemia which made me realize that this was the reason Brian looked sick and smelled strongly of disinfectant. It made sense.

I learnt so much about the sickness of leukemia from Brian first hand that day. By the time I had to leave I had spent three hours talking to this wonderful old man I had just met by complete coincidence. And it just so happened that I saw him again in two weeks time at the shave for a cure after party (which was nice because it meant I had someone I knew to talk to) and then again when my sister went to pick up the free fuel tank he gave her.

And so this experience has lead me to believe that when we become interested in a cause or subject, the universe will sometimes move fate all over the joint just to bring commonalities together.

Its amazing...