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At times like these your life comes to a head and you might wonder what the fuck did I do to end up here, huddled into an alcove in a strange foreign land waiting for a gap to run a little further towards an exit.
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Normalmente um "Save the Date" é usado para convites de casamento, e por sinal são bastante originais, mas eu resolvi pegar na ideia e usar como convite mas para... o Dia dos Namorados. A ideia é simples. O cartão é tripartido. Na frente a frase que indica para que serve. Ao abrir encontramos o calendário (neste caso Fevereiro com o dia 14 bem assinalado) e ao abrir todo a mensagem pessoal escrita (aquela parte que vocês nunca vão saber =P ). Depois... é só aproveitar o dia ;-)
Usually a "Save the Date" is used for wedding invitations, and by the way they are very original, but I decided to use this idea as an invitation to ... Valentine's Day. The idea is simple. This is a three parts card. In the front the "Save the Date" (in this case it’s in Portuguese). When you open the card, you’ll found the calendar (in this case in February with the 14th well indicated) and all opened the personal message written (the part that you never know = P). After that... just enjoy the day ;-)
Funds collected in a humane cause, to rescue a mammal with enormous jaws
One ate Pinocchio but you don't care
Solicit money using solemn stares
Acting educated, put on your act
You make people think you've got the facts
You study films, keep up on the news
How could anyone be as noble as you
Why save the whales, let's save us
Give me the money, I'll open a trust
You think the whales would save me and you, all they do is swim and spew
This fetish for fish has got to end
A helping hand I will not lend
There's too much wrong here on the land, who cares what lives beyond the sand
Green Peace is snaking all our loot for that humongous monster that they think is cute
I bet if I were swimming way out at sea, one of those things would make lunch outta me.
Predstava koja je proglasena za najbolju na Medjunarodnom festivalu u Zemunu 2015. Zlatna kolajna publike "Siniša Dašić". Nagrada "Zlatni vitez" na medjunarodnom festivalu u Moskvi 2015. Čas patriotizma i čovekoljublja.
"Milunka "
glumi: Vesna Stankovic
rezija: Petar Stanojlovic
tekst: Vesna Stankovic
Ispovest heroine Srpskih oslobodilackih ratova Milunke Savic u interpretaciji glumice Jugoslovenskog dramskog pozorista - Vesne Stankovic.
Licna ispovest u prvom licu zene ratnika o zivotu i smrti , ratu, Srbiji i njenoj istoriji, iz ugla zene borca koja je dobila mnoga i najvisa odlikovanja ( orden za hrabrost, Karadjordjevu zvezdu sa macevima, medalju Milos Obilic, jedina zena u svetu odlikovana Francuskim Ratnim krstom sa palmom, dva ordena Legije casti...)
Prica pocinje od njenih devojackih dana, koje provodi u kopaonickom selu Koprivnici, sa dve sestre, roditeljima i bolesljivim bratom. Celog zivota ima izrazitu potrebu da zastiti slabe i ugrozene, stoga u Prvi balkanski rat odlazi umessto brata, preobucena u muskarca, pod imenom Milun Savic. Neostrasiva u svakoj borbi, najvise poznata kao bombas, biva ranjavana i njena tajna se otkriva. Vojska staje uz nju i iako je u suprotnostima sa vojnim pravilima, zadrzavaju je u jedinici. Biva ranjavana cak devet puta, u sedam godina ratovanja, dobija cak dvanaest medalja, a posle demobilizacije radja devojcicu, usvaja jos tri cerke i vise od tridesetoro dece hrani, podize, skoluje... Visoko cenjena od strane francuskih vojnih velikasa Fransea De perea, Sarla de Gola i Viceadmirala Geprata, u Srbiji zavrsava kao cistacica u banci, a nocu sije vojne uniforme i podize desetinu i desetinu dece iz kopaonickih sela.
Sama za sebe bi rekla da je ovo - ispovest o zivotu od prve puske, do prve metle.
save harbour
you let me see
what once belonged to me
save harbour
you let me dream
a live without that stream
But suddenly
I know that song
the sea breeze in my ear
salt reaching my lip
a growing fear
losing my grip
my feet almost there
ready to leave the ship
But suddenly
I know that song
the sea breeze oh so near
a kiss of salt
I lose my fear
no longer cold
my feet back on board
ready to leave the shore
there they change
ebb and flow
and once again I go...
2 coats of Save Me over 3 coats of Did It On 'Em
Base Coat: Sally Hansen Nail Quencher
Top Coat: Seche Vite
In July 1966, Save Mart opened a new 20,000-square-foot supermarket at 130 W Stockton St. This store was a replacement for an older store located just adjacent to the new store. The grand opening newspaper article noted: "The new Save Mart store on Stockton St. has joined the swelling list of buildings which reflect the heritage of Sonora. The slump stone and large timbers which front the building enclose a modern, attractive and well-equipped supermarket that offers a wide variety of products". The old store building became a drugstore after Save Mart moved out, and is now subdivided amongst multiple retailers. The current store received an interior remodel in the late 1980s, and none since then. Sometime during the 2000s or 2010s, however, the front facade was slightly redone.
"One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" - Rachel Carson
Hram svetog Save na Vračaru, Beograd, Srbija. St. Sava temple on Vracar, Belgrade, Serbia. Pentax K10D with SMC Pentax-DA 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 AL.
My first diptych. I was just testing out my new Photoshop, so I took pictures of my hands. I still have a few kinks to work out, obviously!
Long, long, ago there was a sea turtle named Kauila (cow ee la). Legend says that she protected and watched over little children. It was said that she could turn into a small girl herself and swim with the children. Now the tides have turned. Today, instead of the sea turtles protecting us, we must protect them. We must reverse roles and become Aliuak (a lee oo ca), protector of the sea turtles. This web page is dedicated to the survival of sea turtles and to showing how you can help to insure that they will always be here to watch over us.
I found it funny that this beat-up, blocked-off parking spot was designated for Save-a-Lot customers only.
Lord save me, thinks I, that must be the harpooneer, the infernal head-peddler. But I lay perfectly still, and resolved not to say a word till spoken to. Holding a light in one hand, and that identical New Zealand head in the other, the stranger entered the room, and without looking towards the bed, placed his candle a good way off from me on the floor in one corner, and then began working away at the knotted cords of the large bag I before spoke of as being in the room. I was all eagerness to see his face, but he kept it averted for some time while employed in unlacing the bag’s mouth. This accomplished, however, he turned round—when, good heavens! what a sight! Such a face! It was of a dark, purplish, yellow colour, here and there stuck over with large blackish looking squares. Yes, it’s just as I thought, he’s a terrible bedfellow; he’s been in a fight, got dreadfully cut, and here he is, just from the surgeon. But at that moment he chanced to turn his face so towards the light, that I plainly saw they could not be sticking-plasters at all, those black squares on his cheeks. They were stains of some sort or other. At first I knew not what to make of this; but soon an inkling of the truth occurred to me. I remembered a story of a white man—a whaleman too—who, falling among the cannibals, had been tattooed by them. I concluded that this harpooneer, in the course of his distant voyages, must have met with a similar adventure. And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin. - Herman Melville