“My name is Khan.”

Sounds like that movie where an Indian guy fought all the way to the US president just to tell him that he’s not a terrorist.

But no, I’m not talking about that one.
This time, I blame J. J. Abrams and the newest Star Trek: Into Darkness.

Allow me to channel my Cumberbatch feelings.
Who hasn’t watched the movie, please look away.
This has been your spoiler alert.

In all honesty, I’ve never really paid any proper attention to Star Trek, Star Wars, or any kind of space sci-fi movies before.
It’s just not my genre.

But then Sherlock decided to die and disguise himself as a villain in USS Enterprise.

Look at that back. Aye. That's Mr Holmes.

Look at that back. Aye. That’s Mr Holmes from 221B.

I went to the cinema with my fellow Cumberbatch fans, and the first time I heard his voice on the big screen I internally screamed with pride (please note that I haven’t even seen his face, but that voice couldn’t be mistaken). After all this time. It’s like watching your baby grow. In this case, from “that mini-series detective guy” to a big-screen hit. The last I saw him was on Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy – a mind-boggling one, guaranteed to make you think twice about everything – and I haven’t even watched War Horse and everything else.

After the Sherlock crisis this whole time (season 3 takes forever but hey at least they’ll be back for Christmas), I’ve been feeding on Cabin Pressure. You don’t know Cabin Pressure? YOU SHOULD START LISTENING TO IT. And now that Cabin Pressure hasn’t continued to season 5 as far as I know, I’m deprived. Rewatching Sherlock for a million times could ruin my laptop. But now this thing came up and now I’m living my Cumberbatch feelings again.

Villain of the year!

Villain of the year!

Aaaaaanyway.

I don’t follow Star Trek so I don’t know anything about why John Harrison’s real name is Khan Something Something Singh, which is an Indian name… but seriously I think even Hollywood is trying to scoop all the fangirls in the world with its awkward Kirk/Spock moment – which has been flooding my Twitter timeline. I have issues with Kirk’s almost-dying moment made sentimental.

On the other hand, let’s give credits to the graphics.
It’s Star Trek. You can’t make a good Star Trek without graphics that won’t make people go ‘wow’. Also who wouldn’t say no to Starfleet’s surveillance camera tech? We could do with zooming in on a villain’s face and view it like a 3DMax object.

Couldn’t make an objective review on this movie due to my total focus on Benedict Cumberbatch’s acting but a little birdie told me it’s much better than Iron Man 3. Now the next I should watch is… The Great Gatsby. Ah, well. Life awaits. Cao.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape

Prompt from here.

Escape route ©mk17design

Escape route ©mk17design

Daily Prompt: Feed Your Senses

Prompt from here.
For one of the only two smokers in my life I actually like to have around.

I’ve always hated the smell of cigarette smoke.
I
t reeks of desperation; of people running away or people looking for a distraction. It reeks of weakness – something I don’t approve in most people.

Yet in the old car I drove that warm afternoon, it was the only scent I sensed from the person sitting right to me.

I glanced aside at the tall figure wrapped in a loose tee, looking very much different than how I usually see him. He looked his age without the why-so-serious blazer and shirt. The new haircut suited him better. Taking a deep breath, I looked back at the empty road with an obligatory smile.

‘You don’t look like a person who smoked.’

It wasn’t really a proper thing you can comment on someone you just knew for less than a month, but he was in my car – and my car doesn’t usually transport smokers. I just need a reason. Providing he could give me a good one, I should be able to handle it for another while. But he merely laughed a little.

‘Why?’

From the corner of my eye, I realised he was looking the other way. Apparently the asphalt and the pots of dying greens were more interesting than my comment.

I shrugged. ‘You look more like a good and healthy kind of guy.’

He chuckled, this time propping his elbow on the windowsill and turned to look at me. I kept my eyes on the road. No reply still, but he seemed to be thinking of one. I allowed him some time, but even after fifteen minutes there was no explanation.

He hadn’t given me any reason up until now.

I’ve always hated the smell of cigarette smoke.
It reeks of desperation; of people running away or people looking for a distraction. It reeks of weakness – something I don’t approve in most people.

Yet I find myself sitting in the driver’s seat, tolerating the now-all-too-familiar scent from the seat next to me every now and then – all the while questioning myself why I let this one in.

Daily Prompt: I Want to Know What Love Is

Prompt from here.

Love is ©mk17design

Love is ©mk17design

You know it’s love when the boyfriend is a Spanish team hardcore supporter and the girlfriend is an Italian team hardcore supporter, yet they watch a Spain vs Italy football match next to each other.

Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above

Prompt from here.

The world is my oyster ©mk17design

The world is my oyster ©mk17design

A shot I took in Seoul Station.
What a trip.

Weekly Writing Challenge: A Manner of Speaking

‘You should go to Bandung.’
‘How do you go there?’

‘With travel.’
‘…with what?’

‘Travel!’
‘No, I’m asking you HOW to go there.’

That was how the conversation went with my friend and my boss the other night. Sounds weird? Sounds like the answer is not answering the question? Where the hell is Bandung?! Either you let that one slide or be smart and Google it up.

People keep saying that language is not a barrier.
I agree, but let’s face the fact that it’s not totally NOT a barrier (you get what I’m saying? No? It’s because English is not my mother tongue. See my point here? No? Okay).

Anyway.
You can tell the odd one out in the conversation mentioned.

Travel, according to the dictionary in my Mac widget, is:

travel |ˈtravəl|
verb ( -eled -eling ; also chiefly Brit. -elled, -elling [ intrans. ] make a journey, typically of some length or abroad
noun the action of traveling, typically abroad

In a manner of speaking, the word “travel” in where I live could mean another thing: a shuttle.

There’s this kind of shuttle that travels from Jakarta to Bandung and vice versa (3 to 4-hour distance), and in here we call those shuttles “travel”. As in the English word, “travel”.

My foreign boss whose mother tongue is English (and Chinese) might think we didn’t get what he asked, but truth is it’s a matter of slang words. We’ve gotten used to calling that shuttle “travel”, sometimes we forget its real meaning. So nobody’s really at fault here.

So language is not really a barrier. In where I work, it has its own value of entertainment to:

  1. watch some friends gaping at the higher-ups when they speak their language (half-expecting to see a floating subtitle under their faces)
  2. watch my bosses pretend to understand and laugh along when my friends and I are joking in our language

We’re fun people, really, and we’re having a good time learning one word at a time, so… no problem here.

Tony Stark, if you existed somewhere out there, do invent something like a subtitle-generating program that we can use. Solve the Babel Tower problem.

There are a lot of slangs we tend to use that we’re not aware of until someone else come along and goes “Huh?” – and the amount of such words keep increasing. This only proves that the only constant thing in life is change. Now the question is would you rather stick to the old lingo to sound classy, or follow the trend even when you know it’s not completely right?