so. recce at sarimbun began bright and early at 8am today at sarimbun. any normal person would expect her normal employer organisation to end her normal briefing at a normal time like, say, 12noon max. this normal employee did.
just to be safe, because she knew her company was a wee bit deviant from your normal 9-5 offices, she told her long-suffering friend emily to meet her in town at 2pm. (look, 2 hours buffer time, foolproof!)
first we had briefing.
then we went on the land ex recce, in which we immersed ourselves in the tropical ambiance of the back of anuar's van and chugged around for the next four freakin hours like faux illegal immigrants in oil tanks. we visited frog farms (cuddled bullfrogs, passed them around, watched them mate), visited dams, visited goat farms (smelled goats, fed goats, watched them mate), visited dead ends in roads where we had to play Traffic Jam, the irony, and many many more.
in the end reached town at 4, ended up watching xmen and came out of cinema with a HuH?? with emily. if you thought the last stand would really be the last stand, how naive can you get? magneto is still a magnet, charles hopped into a body as crippled as his last one, angel flew around looking for his role in the plot, the depowering boy was the most underutilised plot tool ever, logan is straight! scott is straight! and ugly!, great big furballs become ambassadors (i thought that only happened in lion king). did somebody say lOOse eNds?? did i say hUh?!
the last stand can never be the last stand, like final fantasy is never final. hell, since jean grey is phoenix she can probably be reborn. again. and again and again and again.
let hold our breaths and wait for the next installment, X-men: The Real Last Stand.
