I woke up wondering if I should try to make my way to World DJ Festival Japan. A couple of my favorite artists were performing. I regret not going—but financially, I’m just not in the position to spend carelessly.

At the same time, a friend of mine reminded me:

It doesn’t do you any good to be the richest corpse.

I once dreamed of playing a festival as a DJ. Of meeting someone who’d help me grow, refine my sound, and guide me through the maze of the music industry. I’m not sure if that’s realistic anymore, but I still work on music when I can.

The reason I fell in love with EDM was MiTiS. At a show in Seattle, my pain disappeared—just for an hour. That set made me feel seen, empathized with, and okay.
To be dramatic: MiTiS saved my life.

I even got to meet my DJ Hero. A treasured memory I forgot I had until just now.

No Regrets Looking Ahead

While I missed a chance to see Alesso, Krewella, Seven Lions, and the Chainsmokers, I’m not letting that happen again. I want to make it to Ultra Japan to catch Gryffin, Martin Garrix, Calvin Harris, and Slander.

It’s not just about seeing artists. It’s about choosing to live fully.
Hopefully it will light a fire under my ass to finally finish that online shuffling course I signed up for.

Tomorrow: budgeting, scheduling, organizing.
Tonight: dreaming a little.

I AM Your Beast!

One of the best shooters I’ve played in the last year isn’t from a triple-A studio.
It’s an indie gem called I Am Your Beast.

Released in September last year, it probably slipped under the radar because it comes from the team behind The Pinball Wizard. But this game oozes style and 80s flair.

You feel like a first-person James Bond, Jason Bourne, and Sam Fisher hybrid.
It’s visceral, it’s violent, and it’s just fun.
You’re not just a soldier. You’re a demon. A hunter. A monster.

I’m planning to do a full review for this site and YouTube. Maybe a few TikToks, too. It deserves more love.

I Am Your BLOG!

After that, I finally sat down to catch up on the blog.
The longer I wait, the harder it gets to come back.

This weekly entry was messy—physically, emotionally, and existentially.
From unfair guest reviews to literally crashing my bike during a cycling inspection, the week reminded me just how fragile life can be.

I reflected on:

  • The impossible expectations of service work
  • How being autistic adds layers to communication
  • The repetitive but powerful act of maintaining both a bike and the self

It spanned a chaotic mid-year review, biking through Tokyo, getting sick, watching the new F1 movie, and ending up at an Emo Night in Roppongi.

There were no grand revelations — just a messy, honest look at what it means to show up, fall down, and still keep pedaling.

If you’d like to read it go here.

Workout Life Your Life Depends on It

I chose to go for a run. Nothing crazy—just the “Super Easy Run” from the Nike app. The hardest part was starting. Once I did, it was like my lungs finally expanded.

I’m still recovering from a cold, so most of the run was just me exhaling mucus and effort.

You read about athletes and fictional characters pushing through worse.
Kobe plays with broken bones. Sonny Hayes from F1 runs with no gym. Lives out of a van.
What excuse do I have?

Even without a gym, you can:

  • Run
  • Do push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups
  • Use your body weight
  • Work with what you have

Conditions won’t always be perfect, so I’m training like my future depends on it.

Midnight Snack

Post-run, I grabbed a water, smoothie, hydration solution, Red Bull, and a protein shake.
A nutritionist once said sugary drinks aren’t all bad after workouts—they help replenish glucose.

It gave me the energy to finish this blog and start a long-awaited movie.

Magical Delivery

To get back into anime and refresh my Japanese, I rewatched Kiki’s Delivery Service.

It reminded me of something I forgot:
When you’re 13, the world is magical.

As an adult, you lose that—until you learn how to find it again.
Kiki flies away from home, searches for purpose in a strange city, faces unknown challenges…
And she finds helping hands.

Sound familiar?

It reminded me of Spider-Man 2, another perfect hero’s journey: the balance between responsibility, burnout, and rediscovering passion.

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