10 reasons why I'm not cool.

Not that I ever thought that I was, so should we just call it the '10 additional facts about me that emphasise my social awkwardness'?

1. I'm as sociable as a christmas ham in the summer.

2. I blooming love jazz and classical music.

3. One of my favourite pursuit is to sing my heart out to musical songs. (Once sang Phantom Of The Opera out loud on the train and I regret nothing, my friend did though)

4. Normally, I check my Twitter account at least 7 times a day.

5. My absolute biggest wish when I was 14 was to go to Hogwarts. Seriously.

6. I spend more time flogging my opinions on Twitter than to actual real human beings.

7. I secretly wish I lived in the 1940s.

8. The most romantic thing I ever told I guy is that he's a studmuffin via Twitter.

9. I've spent more Saturday nights at home than Linsday Lohan has been to rehab.

10. If I had free yearly supplies of new movies I wouldn't have any reasons to go out again.

Review: Unknown where most is known

Unknown (2011) Photo: Warner Bros

House of Wax director Jaume Collet-Serra taps into the action genre for the first time with Unknown (2011). This $40 million investment takes place in Berlin, Germany where Liam Neeson's Dr. Martin Harris and his wife Liz (January Jones) have come to attend a biotechnological summit. Soon upon arrival Martin is involved in a car accident in which he and the cabbie (Diane Kruger) is flung off a bridge. He wakes up 4 days later with no memory of anything before arriving in Berlin. In all haste he seeks up his wife only to find out that she doesn't recognise him. If that's not traumatic enough, there is also another man in his place, someone claiming to be Dr. Martin Harris and married to Liz. Failing to convince the police he really is Martin Harris, he starts to hunt back his past.

Unknown's greatest appeal wasn't perhaps being another "Liam Neeson action flick" but January Jones' movie debut post-Mad Men. Those of the latter would however be mad-tastically disappointed as Jones' character is next to nonexistent.

Alas, the disappointments don't stop there. Unknown is neither as mysterious or thrilling as it wished to be. Not only failing to realise the plot's intriguing potential, they also hugely underestimated the audience's imagination. While we've already figured out most of "Martin's" past, 38 minutes were still to pass before it was revealed in the movie. The storytelling was therefore filled with nothing but laughably see-through mystique and a loads of redundant scenes.

Another great acting waste was Diane Kruger's Gina, an illegal Bosnian immigrant. Why they thought that they should put German Diane Kruger in a movie set in Germany as a Bosnian immigrant is beyond me. Kruger is neither convincing as a Bosnian nor an illegal immigrant, however that may be the cause of the costume designer and make-up people. Giving Diane a messy ponytail and make her wear a tank top and jeans doesn't by far make her look like a ragged poor immigrant. (Then again, can she ever look anything less than flawless?)

With a tedious storytelling and redundant action, Unknown is best kept unseen.

A little narcissim never hurt anyone

Photo: New Car Networks

Doesn't everyone love to talk about the "social media" nowadays? The journalists loves it, the politicians loves it, your consumer psychology lecturer loves it, the snotty kids on the train certainly loves it. With the rise of YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr etc, there are more ways than ever to put whatever you want about yourself online whenever you want. People have even started to define our era as the "Mum mum look what I've done era".

You can sit there in your hipster corner and try to convince yourself that you "only" use Facebook to stay in contact with friends (you know all 403 of them) or keep up with news through your Twitter account, but both you and I know it's not true (believe me the sooner you leave that corner the better).

We all use social media platforms to put things about ourselves (to what extent is another a story) out there for people to read, and then hope that maybe, just maybe, someone will acknowledge it or even compliment you. The journalists, politicians, lecturer and the snotty kids on the train however are now questioning our need to put every little detail about ourselves online - everything from what we ate for breakfast to what we think about the new Spiderman trailer (it was so-so). Why do we consciously or unconsciously cry out to the world to see us, to hear us? Most importantly, is the social media fuelling such ego-centric indulgence?

Perhaps, but why does it have to be a bad thing? Of course it would be terribly aggravating (to say at least) to be around people who constantly need to tell everyone what they're doing and thinking, especially if it's meaningless jibberjabber like "I bloomin' love Jaffa cakes". In a culture where narcissism is a big no-no, we've been taught that it's not polite to boast or to be conceited.
But unless you're an altruistic saint, it's only natural to want to tell people what makes you a good, cool or nice person and what your opinions are. Social media is a place for that.

Why is it so bad to have a place to vent all of our narcissistic needs? Why is it so bad to express oneself and hope that someone somewhere might feel the same? Aren't our opinions as valid as anyone else's? Aren't there enough of things we keep suppressed inside us already?

But still you may think there's no need for people to flog who they're dating and not dating or whether they care about Amy Winehouse's death or not, all of which just make them look like desperate attention-whores. Well, let them decide what they're going to put up and how they're going to be perceived according to it. When did you become the useless online info police, huh? No, I didn't think so.

Scrapbook 2.0

Here are some of the pictures I've taken this summer. As you can see I haven't left the borders much.

Simrishamn, Sweden

Västra Hamnen, Malmö

Helsingborg, Sweden

Malmö, Sweden

Simrishamn, Sweden

Simrishamn, Sweden

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: Twitter Style

Here's another Twitterature post. Been working on this for a while now, it's somehow still quite long.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
@BehindTheseGreenEyes

So this giant Santa-Clause guy says I'm a wizard and enrolled at a magic school. Right! He must be on crack.
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Hagrid (giant) is serious. Currently in London, getting stuff for school. Went to the wizard bank, turns out I'm loaded. Eff yeah!
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Why is everyone telling me I'm famous?! And stop touching my scar you freaks!
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At King's X. Info guy looked at me as if I was barking asking for platform 9 3/4. Awesome. Hey..did that ginger just walk through the wall?
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School's a proper Dracula castle I'm tellin' ya. Got into Gryffindor. It's normal to tell a talking hat where to (or not to) put you right?
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Classes are wicked! Flying lessons sure beats PE! The Potions prof. Snape hates me though. Not my fault you haven't gotten laid in years!
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Who's the youngest in centuries to play for their house's Quidditch (kind of basketball on brooms) team? Who? Yes, moi. #swag
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TheDailyProphet
Dark wizards/witches believed to be behind Gringotts break in. Spokesgoblin insists nothing was stolen. Investigation continues.
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This guy Malfoy is pissing me off! Seriously needs a life. Challenged me to a duel but never showed up. Wuss.
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A 3-headed dog locked inside school. Check! (Was it standing on a trapdoor?) #notevenjoking
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Apparently Ron and I are friends with this valedictorian from hell, Hermione. She's better now, after we saved her from a 12 ft tall troll.
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First game and we totally beat the crap out of Slytherin!170-60! Snape's officially an ass for trying to kill me. #gryffindorslytheringame
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None of my business but Snape's up to no good. Bitten by the 3-headed dog, huh? Too bad it was only his leg.
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Merry Christmas folks! You won't believe what I got - an invisibility freakin' cloak! Girls bathroom next! Just joking. #or
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None of my business but does anyone know anything about Nicolas Flamel? Anyone?
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Baby dragons sounds a lot cuter than they are. Not that I know someone who has one or anything..
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Not supposed to tweet during detention, then again what kind of detention is walking around the forest? Malfoy is totally shitting bricks.
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It's normal to get a head splitting headache from seeing a guy drinking unicorn blood right? It was V------?! Well no big deal. #youknowwho
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None of my business but the Philosopher's stone eh? No wonder Snape wants it, eternal life and all the gold you want. It'd def get him laid.
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Revision is a bitch. Especially with this freakin' headache. Do they have Nurofen in this world?
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Snape's gonna make the move. None of my business but I need to stop him.
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Turns out it wasn't Snape. However, prob. shouldn't tweet about it. I'll just say: Man with 2 faces - totally kicked his ass.
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So it's back to Kent tomorrow. Sucks. Oh well, can at least threaten Dudley with turning him into a pig.