Santa in the mail 

Santa on Burke Street Guy 

Santa at a tram stop 

Santa: Swanston Street 

Santa on a tram 

Santa in Safeway Lygon 

Santa in Fredos 

Santa in the City in November

In a fit of boredom, and also because it is part of my church's christmas program publicity material, Reg and I ran around the city putting Santa's hat everywhere and snapping pictures. Reg would stand and put since she is one cm taller than me, and I will snap. It felt like some underground fugitive work. I also took enough cheesy shots of Reg that she can star in her own Asian MTV.

So, plugging for the program, if you are free on the 17th of Dec at 6pm, come down for the concert at CrossCulture Church of Christ. It is called, "Where on Earth is Santa?" Thus the random shots of hats.

Spring Racing is about two things, being fashionable and drinking.. 

and sipping champagne while doing the Audrey Hepburn... 

And taking photos of yourself 

Kimono!! I wish I had a recognisable national costume too 

By half past eleven in the morning, we were all already kinda tipsy and trying to hold out till noon. It feels very "dole-bludger-honey-i-beat-my-kids-to-get-alcohol-money" kind of mentality to get drunk before noon 

hey when you are cold, any body part to keep warm is a useful body part 

There were the polka dotti girls having a party next to us 

Daphne's self potraits 

Up there is where rich people who can afford to pay $480 a seat sit while they look down at us commoners jostling in the mud...times haven't change since Shakespheare's globe

And here is a picture of a horse bum..in case you wanna know what it looks like 

Regine bet on this one...Activation..unforturnately it failed to activate... 

This horsie looks really sad!! Awww!! It is like...what...again...but im tired!! 

Pop Rock was the prettiest horse there with a swishy tail! 

This was as close to the jockeys I got.. 

Jockey in action! 

We had all kinds of race hair accessories covered, hairband, hat and facsinators 

Under that smile I was thinking..hurry up take the picture I very cold!!!! 

Charmaine, Daphne and myself at the end of the races 

There is Only One Reason Why I go to the Spring Races: The Girls

Melbourne Cup, according to the newspaper is 'the race that stops the nation.' Alot of horses, alot of jockeys and alot of beautiful and drunk people in pretty cocktail dresses and fancy hats sitting on picnic mats in all kinds of obscene positions eating chips and chugging champagne. It is an excuse for girls to dress like a lady but act like homeless tramp. I was sitting cross-legged in a cocktail dress, so I was very in tune with that aspect of racing culture. People are suppose to go there to bet on horses, but I think the real reason why people are there is to pick up. When else would you ever have a massive racecourse full of men in suits, women who are inadequately covered, all are drunk, and it is bright daylight so you do get to see how they look like and a good pick up line to do with horses.

As ditzy as this sounds, I was there to check out the fashion scene. To gwak at pretty dresses and hats that I can't afford. It is almost like a fashion show with some faux pau in the middle. Some things I learned: never wear a translucent skin coloured chiffon dress with no bra. Never wear a polka dotted hair band, coat and dress at the same time. Never wear leggings under a pretty cocktail dress no matter how cold it is. Always tape up when wearing a plunging neckline. There is a difference between suggestive clevage and hello mama. And finally, words from the mouth of the drunk lady who was chatting with us, there is a difference between dressing to go clubbing and dressing for the races. One assumes more quiet dignity than the other.


I however failed in my mission to bet on a horse. I had it down to bet on delta blue since it was the first time I saw a Japanese jockey and pop rock cuz i like the pop rock sweet. But the line at the betting booth was too long. And both horses won! dammit.

Still it was pretty fun. We met a couple of drunk ladies and froze all the way through the race wishing that I had brought socks and a winter jacket. That's the price you pay for being vain.

The Aliens are Coming! - Thanks Jus for the correction!

I dreamt last night that my honour's thesis proposal got rejected because they didn't think it was cool enough. And I was trying to convince them how 'cool' my topic was and they weren't buying it. Now everyone knows how incredibly nerdy I am. Feel free to throw rocks at the geek.

I also spent 2 hours frying up tempura shrimp and veggies and throwing away all the shrimp after that because it smelled funny and felt like an amputated finger left in salt water for a very long time. It smelled exactly like how it felt.

Now I'm listening to The Hills Are Alive as I embark on yet another essay. The fourth one in two weeks. I can't wait for next monday to come when its gonna be all over and I am going to be at the Melbourne Cup so high on campagne that I will bet my next year's tuition fees on the oldest horse with the fattest jockey on the racecourse and scream "Go Donkey GO!' throughout the race. Sigh.