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I’ve had a few days in my life where everything simply played out perfectly and yesterday was one of them.
“Racing partner and Ford Cobra GT write off” is another example of one of these amazing days.

What did I do, you ask?

I won the first cosplay competition I’ve ever entered, that’s what, dressed as the Scout from Team Fortress 2.

A few months ago at a housewarming party a friend of a friend of mine suggested we all get a group of people together and go to Brisbane’s 2011 Supanova as the Red Team from Team Fortress 2.  We joked around about it, discussed who could potentially play what character and decided to go for it.  It was decided I would be the Scout.

As the weeks went by we planned and collaborated via e-mail, everyone working on their own clothes and weapons and gradually we began to resemble the red team – everything minus the spy and the pyro unfortunately.

When the day finally came we all got up early so we could arrive at Supanova with plenty of time to spare.  We queued for over an hour to get in, and then queued to sign up for the cosplay competition, some of us reluctantly, thinking it was too much effort and we couldn’t possibly win despite how happy we were with our costumes.

After two or more hours waiting to go on stage, our opportunity to present our costumes finally arrived.  I didn’t realise it was going to be in front of such a big crowd, but the cheer was enormous.  We all ran out on stage, the soldier first as he yelled “GO, GO, GO!”

Above our heads they had a screen with “They’re all spies!” as we stood there posing, waiting, watching the host stare at us in awe, as the heavy spun his mini-gun barrel.  This caught the hosts’ attention and he immediately moved down the line to talk to him first.

Host (to heavy):  “How did you make this gun?”
Heavy (in Russian accent):  “Engie is credit to team.”
Host (to engie):  “So, you tell me, how was the gun made?”
Engie (in American accent):  “I took a gun, and I added more gun.”

The crowd loved it.

The host then proceeded down the line, asking my team questions and all of them remaining in character.  I was ready with an answer, but he unfortunately skipped the last couple of us and went back to addressing the crowd.  The soldier then waved his arm, yelled, “ROLL OUT!” and we marched off stage, the crowd cheering behind us.

My boyfriend, who was dressed as the sniper, wanted to go and buy more stuff from the stalls but I told him I wanted to stay for the results, even though I doubted we would win.   I told him he could go by himself, which he did, but the venue with the stalls was closed and he came straight back which was kind of lucky.

When the results were finally announced, at first they said we had come second, which we were stoked with.  Then they said there had been a mistake and we hadn’t come second, which was disappointing, until they announced we had actually come first for the group cosplay.

It was a long, hot day with a lot of queuing, waiting and literally thousands of photos taken by hundreds of both strangers and friends, but it was so worth it.

Thanks to my amazing team.  I love you guys.

Now to plan for next year’s competition…

<3 DarkSlinky.

Team Fortress 2 Red Team

On the stage, from left to right: Engie, heavy, medic, demoman, sniper, scout, heavy, host.

Soldier, heavy, scout, sniper. Taken by Kohanna Photography.

The past few weeks have been chaos.

I will try my best to summarise my recent series of events.

I had two friends from Pants Party Perth fly to Brisbane for a week to surprise me for my birthday.  It was one of the best surprises I’ve ever had.  I find it so challenging to express how grateful I am with mere words.  Little do they know, these boys supported me through some really difficult times, and to meet them was like meeting my heroes.

We had a fantastic week together, during which I turned 20 years old.  (Happy birthday to me!) I had two gatherings for my birthday; the first was a small gathering with the boys from Perth on my actual birthday and the second was a big gathering which we VIP’d the Mana Bar for.  My friends and I wore Sailor Scout costumes we sewed ourselves for both parties, which looked great, if I don’t say so myself.

After the second, bigger gathering, some ‘interesting’ (such a vague word, I love it) events occurred that resulted in me breaking things off with the guy I was seeing.  My close friends and the people who were there know what happened, and it’s not really a big deal.  Point is that it’s over, but for now we’re still in contact.

In the meantime, I’m being chased by guys once again.  This is not a bragging point.  I greatly dislike being hounded and sought after.  I’ve said the same thing over and over; I’m interested only in friendship for now.  If I am interested in a guy, I will chase them myself, because I enjoy the challenge and can do it at my own pace.  At the same time though, I’ve made some good friends, the kind I hope to keep… Endrant (I invent the coolest new words…).

Apparently I made a good impression, because in 2 weeks I leave Brisbane to stay with my Perth friends for a month.  I’m counting down the days until I leave this crazy city and start my wonderful holiday.  I will probably update my website from there if I get time.

I’m at the level of tiredness where I can barely keep my eyes open, strange considering it’s not even 1am.  Usually I stay up much later.

I will upload photos soon, if I remember to.

<3 DarkSlinky.

Your entire life can change in a split second.  It’s incredible to stand and watch as one of these potentially life-changing moments passes you by in clear view before you even realise the true scale of what just occurred.

The other night I dreamt about one of the life-threatening situations from my childhood in full detail.  It wasn’t like my usual nightmares; I’d say it was more like reliving a traumatic memory.  I find the two affect me differently.  Nightmares freak me out while reliving memories makes me think, “Oh, yes, I remember that.”  Coincidentally, the day after the dream I was in another life-threatening situation (if that’s what you want to call it, anyway).  It’s not as exciting as it sounds, but interesting-ish nonetheless.

Someone ran a red light and nearly t-boned the passenger side of my car doing 60 – 70km/hr, maybe more.  I had 3 friends in the car and they all saw it, he only missed us by a metre or two.  We were mid-conversation when we all realised what had happened, and how close we came to being in a very serious and potentially deadly car accident.  At first we laughed and then I was in absolute shock as I realised just how important my job is as the driver of the vehicle.  Driving responsibly is important, but it’s far more important to be able to make split second decisions and react when someone else does something stupid.

Speaking of split-second decisions, I got a puppy last week on the same day that I had to see my ex-ex-boyfriend.  It was like being stabbed with delicious candy.  It’s sweetly satisfying coupled with a dull kind of stinging, also slightly humorous and exceedingly amusing (does this make any sense whatsoever?).   I had to drop stuff off to my ex, so after a civilised conversation on MSN I decided to stop at his house on the way to pick up my new puppy.

When I arrived at his house, my ex was in his bedroom playing games with his roommate (whose computer was near to where I was standing).  The roommate went into to my exes’ bedroom to let him know I had arrived and, little did either of them know, my exes’ microphone was on and I could hear everything my ex said through his roommates’ computer.  It was something along the lines of, “Oh….. Crap.”  I don’t think they understood why I was laughing when they emerged.  Anyway, as I handed his stuff to him I noticed he was wearing a tight singlet and he proceeded to flex his muscles and deepen his voice to the point where I was finding it nearly impossible not to collapse on the floor in hysterical laughter.  There are a few ways in which I could describe it but they’re not exactly nice (“Bulbous toothpick” comes to mind) and we all know how mature I am….. Hahahahaha.

I then went to pick up my puppy feeling highly amused and much less like I had just been stabbed.  Her name is Gracie; she’s a 3-month-old, pure-bred Chihuahua and is already bigger than my 13-year-old Marsypan.  They don’t get along a lot of the time because Gracie is young and playful and Mars is old and cranky, but it seems like they’re gradually getting used to each other.  There is much training to be done!

I have been working a lot and I have a cursed cold.  I’m very tired so it’s definitely time for me to crash.

<3 DarkSlinky.