It’s my 4th day on Koh Lanta and things are nothing but mental. So much is happening and it’s still weird to comprehend which you will realize by the chaos-ness of this post. Trip was pretty exhausting and I must say – those 10 hours on the Turkish airport were no fun at all. BUT
So, few years after the last time I posted here and insane amount devoting on Stereofox and career, I felt I’m missing out on sharing some personal stuff and experience I rather not forget. Like my last year trip to Cambodia. Or ridiculous recipes I randomly put together / workouts I do. Or marketing things
A little piece I wrote based on everything which happened to me in personal and professional aspect since I started Stereofox (hosted on Medium). Thanks for reading.
If you plan on sticking around this Internet place, you’ll soon find out that one of my all-time favourite blogs when it comes to life as we know it (or not) is Brain Pickings by Maria Popova (who happens to be a Bulgarian as well). Her writing style, ability to push one’s mind to think beyond the visible things
Last week I had the chance to attend this year’s Dmexco conference with my colleague Isabel (aka babinha) who wrote this post with me. So, some takeaways? Sure, but before anything… The event Dmexco is one of the world’s biggest marketing trade shows and brings together digital marketers, advertising agencies and tech enthusiasts from around the world. The
It’s been a long time since I’ve bought a movie online, but purchasing The Old, the Young & the Sea was definitely one of the most spontaneous and smart moves I’ve done in a while. The Old, the Young & the Sea embarks on an adventurous documentary trip along the Atlantic Coast of France, Spain
The new beginning For one, two and many more reasons and circumstances, I’ve decided to finally finish the design of this page and try to go back to occasional blogging besides Stereofox. 800 posts for 16 months is more than enough, but writing about music sometimes is just… hmm. I would like to try to share
This is a slightly re-written short story I wrote some years ago. Blood. It was everywhere. Literally everywhere. Dripping from his hands, covering his jeans and the gray t-shirt of some mediocre metalcore band, which nobody remembered. “This time there’s no tomorrow” he thought to himself, while lighting a cigarette. “Do I even smoke… where