Around the Bend

The absolute zero has been reached

2009-11-07T08:53:00.003-08:00

I'm bored.

Pretty Girls Make Graves, Write HIPSTER in All Caps on the Thombstone

2009-10-21T18:42:00.000-07:00

So this is a post, or more of a rant actually, about the bloody hipsters that are obviously way cooler than you and I. You know the kind: The guys 'n galls that listen to all the music even I don't know, or listened to it way before I did or somehing like that. But that isn't my problem at all, what I truly hate is the way they can't stop bragging about it and you'd better agree with them.
To me it doesn't matter if the music is known, or rather unknown or that some supposedly amazing demos have been floating around for years before the album got released. What I like about music is that your taste is your own, you explore it as you like and find new things every day. Why would you want to be one of the first to listen to them? Isn't it more importand that you actually like it?
I could go on hours and hours about how irritating hipsters are, but I won't.They are who they are and if they are happy bragging, who am I to stop them?

Dananananaykroyd - Whip It (Devo cover)

2009-09-17T22:22:00.001-07:00

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Noiah and the Whale - The First Day of Spring

2009-08-09T04:50:00.000-07:00

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MGMT - Time To Pretend EP [Reissue]

2009-08-08T22:09:00.000-07:00

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Julian Plenti - Is.....Skyscraper

2009-08-08T21:25:00.000-07:00

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The XX - XX

2009-08-08T19:58:00.000-07:00

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Belle and Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress

2009-08-08T09:24:00.000-07:00

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2009-06-30T14:42:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Dion and today my life changed forever.

I just got out of college for summer vacation and I decided to go home and see my family over in Philly for a couple of weeks. I kept this pretty secretive, not wanting to spoil the surprise. When I arrived at their house, I knocked on the door inconspicuously. My little brother, Samuel, answered the door. I watched as his mouth dropped open in amazement. He ran out of the door and gave me a big hug, almost knocking me down in the process. My mother heard the commotion and went to investigate. She almost fainted when she saw me (I've been out of contact for about seven months). She told me that she would have a special dinner for us, so she insisted that we leave the house for a couple of hours so she could prepare her epic meal. My brother ran inside and grabbed his basketball and thrust it into my arms with a smile on his face. I personally hate the game, but I decided to go shoot around with him anyway.
We walked down the street past the gas station and over to the park by the school where I used to play as a kid. It was a lot different than I remembered it... A shitload of graffiti was painted all over back wall behind the swings and the slide had a big veiny cock carved into it. I was amazed how badly it had been vandalized, although Sam didn't seem to care all that much. He sprinted over to the old cracked cement court, dribbling the ball as he went. I laughed as he tried to go for a half court shot and failed miserably. I walked over to join him. We had just started playing when a small group of four gang bangers walked over onto the courts. They told us to get off of 'their court' because it was where they 'chilled'. I explained to them the fact that I was spending some time with my little brother because I hadn't seen him for almost a year. They didn't give a fuck. They started threatening me and closing around us. I told them that I didn't want any trouble and that we wanted to share the court. One of the thugs grabbed Sam and picked him up in a full nelson. I yelled at him to put my brother down, but another kicked me in the spine, knocking the wind out of me. I fell onto the ground, gasping for air. Samuel was kicking and screaming for help so another one ran up and punched him right in the stomach. Once I had caught my breath, I jumped to my feet and sprung towards the gangster who punched my brother. I jumped into the air and thrust my foot into his face, sending him flying into the pole holding up the hoop. When I landed, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder moving diagonally across my back. A knife. I ducked down and did a sweep kick, knocking the assailant flat on his ass. The one holding Sam smashed him into the wall and lunged at me. I tried to dodge, but this motherfucker was just too fat. He shoved me back causing me to trip over his fallen comrade.
I must've hit my head on the cement pretty hard because I blacked out for about ten seconds, only to be awakened by the sound of a gunshot. I looked over at the gang members huddled around my brother, jeering and calling him weak. I could hear his screams of pain, echoing against the wall. I rushed over and shouting at them to get away, but they turned on me and all came at me simultaneously. Unable to defend myself, I was thrown against the pavement again followed by a barrage of kicks and stomps on my torso. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't yell. I couldn't do anything to stop them. I was going to die.

I heard the sounds of sirens coming towards me. The kicks stopped and I heard the fluttering of feet. I rolled onto my stomach and stood up slowly, blood dripping down the side of my face. The only thing that was going through my mind now was Samuel. I ran towards him as fast as I could, but tripped over a crack on the beat up court. I fell flat on my face and threw up a bunch of blood. I had fallen right in front of him. I looked up and saw his face, pale white and a slight smile on his face. “I love you, big brother.” His body went limp and he toppled over. At that moment, I knew that I couldn’t save him. No amount of medical attention could bring him back. He was gone forever. They took my brother away from me.
I broke down in tears. I saw the police car drive by, not stopping. It was headed somewhere else. I picked up my brother, dead in my arms, and carried him four blocks back home before I collapsed on the doorstep. I knocked on the door, and I could hear my mother’s joyful footsteps towards us. She opened the door and looked down at me, horrified at the sight of her two boys, covered from head to toe soaked in blood. I passed out. I woke up in the hospital that night, still thinking of Samuel, still crying. My mother approached the side of my hospital bed, her eyes red from tears. She looked at me, filled with distress. ”You were my firstborn son and you brought me much happiness. I can’t bear to lose you too, so I’ve made arrangements for you to leave here tonight. You’re moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.”

Jus' spottin' some trains

2009-05-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise I wouldn't do it. After all, I'm not fucking stupid. At least, I'm not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pished. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

[DUTCH] Het einde van wereld is nabij :O

2009-05-03T15:06:00.001-07:00

De eiffeltoren, of een broodje valafel: Er is niets dat ik niet swaffel!

2009-04-24T12:03:00.000-07:00

IIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HOLLLLIIDAY! =)

This week

2009-04-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

This week has just been your average boring week, really didn't do anything special.

Music: Been listening to mostly Bon Iver. At first I didn't really like Blood Bank now I love it! Also listening to Intepol and Passion Pit (can't wait for the album!)

Games: Haven't played much this week, did some good ol' Gears1 coop with my friends and some Halo 3 multiplayer, also discovered World of Goo, gotta love it =)

Manga/Anime: I catched up with Hitman Reborn (again) and finished Ergo Proxy (really really good, expect a review in 3 days or so). Also I figured that S2 already started for like half a year ago... :3

Hey!

2009-04-24T08:17:00.000-07:00

Hi, welcome to my blog! I'm Dion Suurmond from Holland and I used to be a Twitteraddict but I kinda hated the charactercap so that's why I stopped. In this blog you'll be gonna finding some things I did, my thoughts of LP's/EP's from artists, maybe about some anime and some gadget-related things 8). So nothing really original but I hope you girls 'n galls will like it!