Singapore GP

Finally had lunch with Chia, Mary and their new colleague Lisa. It's been such a long time, I swear, since I saw them. They were asking why I didn't bring my boyfriend alone and this and that and... Anyway we'll probably be meeting for dinner on Monday night to celebrate Chia's birthday. We'll see.

The Singapore GP circuit technology is simply brilliant, and you have to be there and then to witness it all. No, not the Ferrari and Maclaren and BMW monster cars revving their engines at the start line, but real-time super cars cruising down Marina Boulevard and sweeping gusts of wind into your face. Having dozens of Ferraris, Porsches, Aston Martins, and even the Lamborgini slowing down to filter out and then revving their engines to speed down right before our very eyes... And strangely enough, each car had a middle-aged driver with the million-dollar look and a very leggy and young Asian girl at their side.
Oooook.
Of course, Jack and I had to check out the really cool circuit lights and those barricades, so we walked all the way from Bugis after our dinner to wherever we had access to (the furthest we got to was just before the Singapore Flyer), then we anchored ourselves at the cordoned off junction just outside Suntec to witness that whole procession of "to-die-for" cars. And the Lamborg driver saw Jack snapping a photo of his car and (gasp!) slowed down. For a moment I wanted to pull Jack off the curb and run for dear life. Then I saw the driver turn to look at us, then he revved his engine and in a second he was gone.
Phew.
For a moment I thought that guy wanted to get off and, like some celebs, start to punch whoever's taking photos of them. There's a reason why I take photos of cars from the back. Anyway, we had the inital idea of hunting down the entire entourage of beautiful cars, but security was tight and all the hotels we went to didn't have Ferraris parked at the porch, so we decided to call it a day. Talk about the perks of having a girlfriend who's into cars.
*Grins*
Photos are at the other blog.

And I've been running emergencies these few days. Wednesday night, when my sis suffered a massive nosebleed from "over-excavation", and this afternoon, when that same troublesome fella had to lug all her books home for revision. Hello?! Can I charge $5 booking fee, $80 emergency fee, $2.80 for street pick-up and midnight charges?

Time to mug. I've been slacking for 24 hours already.