Tag "sara al hamad"

Goodbye! 2018 began with two decisions – I will stop apologising for being me and I will confront each and every problem head on while pursuing my dreams. Today, on New Year’s Eve, I am proud to say I did

First Christmas While I am engaging in pagan rituals, my first Christmas outside of Croatia is approaching. I was never much into celebrating it, gifts always seemed like a hassle and family time was something that annoyed me. All this

Networking Networking. The process in which everyone gets drunk so they don’t feel weird while repeating the same 5 sentences to different people. My first event of this type took place last Wednesday in the form of Sandbox Social, organised

Is this really happening? Every now and then, shit happens. Tilting at windmills becomes much more than you can handle and you just want to crawl into your bed and cry. In my case, even the bed was not an

Jazz it up! After years of dreaming about visiting EFG London Jazz Festival, this year I finally crossed it off my bucket list. I have heard so many fantastic musicians playing this week I could probably write a small book

Gebeurtenissen Christmas is coming, winter is not. People are running wild on Oxford Street, there are more and more events as December approaches and I am having trouble keeping track of everything I want to see and do, but at

Dear London, I love you! At the beginning I would like to make one thing clear – living cheaply in London is more than possible. To be honest, you can live however you prefer. In Croatia people tend to live

Tech me out! While I am trying to find my way in this jungle, the world is moving at a glorious pace. Due to my creative working habits, I recently embarked on a tech adventure, which started to rapidly change

“Galileo, Galileo…” After finding out that electronic music is stepping into London’s cultural high scene, the last piece of me that had doubts about this phenomenal city was kicked out of the system. In September this year, Royal Albert Hall

The Times They Are a-Changin’! So the rat race begins. I commute to work for nearly three hours, and then another three back home, with all the other happy people blessed with being too poor to live in the city