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2017-11-5 Rock DJ Playlist

1-1 Walking The Wire : Imagine Dragons ( Evolve / 2017 )
1-2 Static Space Lover : Foster The People ( Sacred Hearts Club / 2017 )
1-3 Hate and Control : Bully ( Losing / 2017 )
1-4 Luna : Anna Madsen ( Whisper / 2017 )
1-5 Did You Really Say No : Oren Lavie ( Bedroom Crimes / 2017 )
1-6 Nylon : Kllo ( Backwater / 2017 )
1-7 On Letting Go : Hoops ( Routines / 2017 )
1-8 Black Sheep : TzChien慈謙 ( 生而為人的故事 / 2016 )
1-9 summer : cat in the case. ( summer - EP / 2017 )
1-10 Back In Your Head : Ryan Adams ( Tegan And Sara Present The Con X: Covers / 2017 )
1-11 Back in Your Head : Tegan and Sara ( The Con X / 2017 )
1-12 Autumn Winds : Pia Fraus ( Field Ceremony / 2017 )

2-1 I'�ll Be Your Pilot : Belle and Sebastian ( How to Solve Our Human Problems, Pt. 2 - EP / 2017 )
2-2 Runaway : Trash ( 11:11 / 2017 )
2-3 Paint Me Silver : Pond ( The Weather / 2017 )
2-4 Hope Avenue : Stars ( There Is No Love In Fluorescen / 2017 )
2-5 我的勇氣 : 陳惠婷 the Huiting ( Voyager 3 / 2017 )
2-6 Three Futures : Torres ( Three Futures / 2017 )
2-7 What Have You Done for Me? : The Cribs ( 24-7 Rock Star Shit / 2017 )
2-8 Feels Like Summer : Weezer ( Pacific Daydream / 2017 )
2-9 Atomic No. 10 : The Luxembourg Signal ( Blue Field / 2017 )
2-10 Growing Up : Deb Talan ( Lucky Girl / 2017 )
2-11 Soul and Cigarette : Daniele Luppi & Parquet Courts ( Milano / 2017 )
2-12 Body Is A Blade : Japanese Breakfast ( Soft Sounds From Another Plane / 2017 )

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"ตัดสินใจด้วยตัวเองไม่ได้"

"พร้อม3วิธีที่ทำให้คุณ...
Continue Reading"how to fix hesitation disease"

"can't decide by myself"

" Ready 3 ways to make you
I'm the one who decided "

Now now.
Graduating
About to find a new job
Making a decision that

I will choose to work full time. I get high salary.

Or.....

I will choose to work, sell, no salary to get skills to do business.

What should I choose?

A
Here's a popular question.
No matter the whole inbox
Or live talk

When I find this question
I won't choose.
And won't answer that
What's better than anything

The mood is like
Should I buy a Japanese or European car?

Or...

I will choose a white car.
Or
Good Black?

" I believe no one can pay back

B
And.....
It must be crazy how people can pay back.
Who knows someone's heart better than him?
If you answer, it's just an opinion.

Like I replied....

White is good, handsome brother.
It's clean when it's clean.
But it's easy.
It's raining. I need to wash it.
Because it will be red and yellow stain.
Make the car a doctor.

Or

Black is also cool.
New wash time
Or the more glass coating, I ride.
But get over it
Just put your hands on the dust
Or clean cloth to wipe
Cat hair marks!

The question is....
If I could answer the question.
That's all I can do.
Promotion from car salesman
Become a cell in how to

" can you imagine?"

C C E C E E E
Honestly.
Most of the time I won't answer.
But I'll ask everyone

" what is the goal?"

Why am I asking this?

Because.....

Back to the car story.

I told you.
If a customer asks me
Should I choose white or black?

I'll tell you...

" let me see which color is stock?
I will be able to cheer for the colors that I have "
So I can sell.
And I will get money "
Frankly, is this okay?

" therefore
You will only get his opinion.
Which doesn't help you much "
Apart from temporary comfort

D
But if you ask...

Hey a!

I intend to...
Give my wife a car.
I will pick up my kid.
Most of them can't drive in the alley. Main Road.
Drive back less than 10 kilograms a day. That's all.
There's another big car anyway

I can imagine that's all.
No need for top model. No need to be a lot of system.
The Air Conditioner is not cold yet.
It's down.
So take the eco car enough

And then and and and and and
Or like me now old accord
Since I worked almost 7-8 years old.
Another 300 kg run. I will complete 200,000 km.

Start fixing tens of thousands at a time.
Of course age
It's time to buy a new one

I came to think.
Let's be honest.
Since I have a business.
Out of full time job
Plus do expert biz
Frankly, life is at home.
Some days I don't get a car stud.

Taking mom to travel. Eating is not far from home.
Going back for a few kilograms

If you go far, use it to fly.
Then rent a car
Actually use any car

F
Now now.
I'm starting to know a clear lifestyle
What do you want to do?

Assemble with the clear goals of life.
I plan to be 35
"there are plenty of people left"

So I'm very clear
And the highlight that everyone sees is
"I'm a very serious person"
"if you don't want to do anything, you won't do it"
"but if you want something, it must be the best"

"even if anyone disagrees, I will do it"
Not going around.

G G
So....

1. Current car goals
Just taking mom to eat around the house
Driving around Bangkok.
Far away from khao yai, chanthaburi, hua hin.
That's it.
Go further, fly and rent a car.
Meeting appointment. Now I use online.

2. Life goals. Age 35
I have to have a lot of use.
No more thinking about work
Thinking about passion

Thinking about family anyway
And Society continues
Create a society of going continuously.
Work according to happiness enough
Whatever you want. Enough!
Be like this for the rest of my life

H
So I calculated
Very little use of my car
And the biggest goal is
Retirement goal. Rich at 35
Which I can say cuddle wor for sure.
If I have continuous discipline

Of course today
Even though I don't drive much
I want to repay happiness
Give yourself some by leaving benz BMW
About 5 million

And when I get it, I'll be so happy.
And....
I'm going to be proud of it for 6 MONTHS-1 years
Then it will be indifferent

i
After that, the mood is gone.
And I have to pay back for a month for hundred thousand.
Warranty 60,000 per year
Not including checking range

And of course it will make me
Retire slow down
Of course I am clear
So in the building period
Common sense easily
I should cut the car I want
Temporary response to the mood
These go out

Use it just necessary
It's the same Japanese car.
Might lower the size again
From accord is a bunch
Be City car guys

Civic City altis hrv anything
If I don't think I will take mom to take the family.
Go to other provinces
Might as well drive eco car

%
So so
Willing to reduce happiness a little bit temporarily
Reduce big face, extravagant daddy
To reach the real goal faster

"surrender to jump higher"
" because if you stand tight legs, how can I jump up?"

I took this model from a successful man.
And used it all the time

Don't know
So so
Every problem, I can answer by myself.
Because my goal is very clear

Back at the question
Do you know why so many people can't choose?
Can't decide
And keep asking for confidence from others.

Because....
Actually...
" the goal is not clear!"

Or not even at all
Only day by day
Month per month
Year per year

But...
I can't answer the next 10
What will he be?

L's
When I was in my early 20 s.
I said to myself
Next 10 years before 30
I will earn 4-500,000 per month.
I pin the flag.

Which is now too much

It's not that I'm coming to show off.
Everybody knows I'm not that kind of person

But I would say
If people have goals
Let's be clear.
Even if I don't know how?

But if you move forward...
The way will come.
And most importantly.
This is clarity.
It will help us reach it

M L M L
It keeps telling me from the beginning
" when I want to be
Business owner something
I got 4-500,000 "

It also ordered me to go find knowledge.
I found a good book.
Told me to go to work for sale
Because I will...
Gained entrepreneurship skills

So, of course.
I'm fighting against all my friends
That keeps asking me
Why don't you follow the line of work?
Why do you go to work for sale?

N n n t
When I was working on selling Japanese cars.
At that time, income was included in every way.
2 million per year.
I said I was leaving
Going to be in Europe car

Everybody tell me crazy
Why start building a new customer base?
Old customers are tight.
I will get money here for cuddle days.

But I'm out because
The main goal is before 30
I have to be a business owner

So so
I need time
Sure.
I do what most people
I don't understand when I look at it.
Well, I lost half the income.

The O O O O O O
But that gives me time to go to business.
And...
9 months later
My big goal is accomplished
Income over set
I also left the sales job.

So so
On the way
I barely consulted anyone

If on the way
There are crossroads to choose from.

I'll put my big goal on it
"business owner 4-500,000"
And I'll know right away.
That's.....

"which way is good for me"

" which way makes me achieve my main goal

Starting with me, clear to myself.
What is my goal
Don't know what to do?
But I will!

P
So so
I told you today.
I'm not a salesman how to
I can't recommend anyone.

What should I choose?
Or which way is better
How can I know your heart ^_

But I solved this problem.
I will give all brothers and sisters for sure.
If you really do it

You can do it like me
The problem is....

Most of the people.
Like.......

1. Choose the path before goal

Would he think that he should go to do an uncle?
Or....
Let's go do this job?

Like you are
Ask yourself...
I'm going...

That Road?

Or...

This line is good?

The question is

" your goal is to stay on the road forever?"

Almost everyone will answer, not!

I will always ask.
I have seen it since I graduated.
Pay attention. Choose each other but the road.
Choose a career as the main point.
But never really told where to go?

So where are you going?
So I can choose the right road.
So I can choose the right career.

Many people are confused!

Can't answer

That's it.
Most people so
Still on the road next

Because he chose a career before the goal.

So so
These questions will never happen
If.....

1. You have clear life goals
And you can answer the next 10 years
Who will you be?
(answer in mind, no need to announce)

2. You make it clear enough
I don't know the way. It's
(when I was 20, I said this.
Own a business, earn 4-500,000 every month.
But that day, I don't know what to do)

3. Time you find choices in life
Each time you have to choose.
Between one.
With the.
Another one.

You will not hesitate or listen to anyone's word.
Even who doesn't understand
Or someone broke your wings

But I will look at that
My main goal first
I think it's way 2
Which leads to my goal
Let's talk about it
Without Consulting anyone

(I told you on top
That all the way
A lot of people don't understand.
My decision.
But I'm clear)

3 ways to make me....

"got a real goal"

"the one who decided"

" and no need to consult.
Ask someone a question often "

A10(Aten)
Prince of sales
"a society of possibilities"Translated

Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

SAY SO (Chinese cover) - by 碰碰PongPong

Doja Cat's "Say So" have been giving us retro 80s vibes. We can't go no where during quarantine so BAAAM a green screen music video shot from home! Gaston has been wondering how it would sound like in Chinese and kept humming it in the shower, so here you go!

最近完全被抖音爆紅的神曲"Say So"給洗腦了！原唱帶來一種很80年代的療愈感哈哈哈，行動管制/隔離時期沒的出門只好在家裡搭了綠屏拍攝啦！把你們帶到分別70/80和90年代！碰弟表示在家走到哪裡都一直在哼，如果填個中文詞應該會很酷吧！結果就這樣誕生了～希望你們會喜歡～

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We've noticed a lot of things while traveling across Japan. This video covers safety and crowds/how busy places are. We have a lot of other things to cover but there's so much to say about each individual topic that we thought it was better to provide more information rather than be brief and get everything done in one video but leave out a lot of details! We have a lot of tips and advice (especially in the next video), so hopefully these are helpful!

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