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Only about a kilometer from one of the most visited temples in the world of Angkor Wat lies Wat Ang Kea Sa. Wat Ang Kea Sa is one of many monasteries in predominately Buddhist Cambodia with a thriving population of young men. Over one hundred Bodhisattva (The one striving for Enlightenment) monks study the Pali language (the language of Theravada Buddhism) here while also studying the international language of English. They split their study time towards the path to enlightenment with the path to a career in their post-monk hood world. After a few years of living in the pagoda many of these men look to enter the tourism workforce thriving in Siem Reap. Speaking another language is a must in order to land a decent paying job at one of the many new four and five star hotels popping up. Alongside their traditional orange robes they reveal a somewhat non-traditional view of tattooed arms with cell phones clipped to their robes and a partially divided life they will live. While Buddhism will probably play a prominent role in their future lives, their time at the pagoda and their time in the robes is short lived.
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While the new station is under construction, Engine 29 is based in the maintenance yard of the Ala Wai Golf Course, about a third of a mile up the street.
Ladder 29 is temporarily based at Station 7 in Waikiki.
Shops are mostly closed for the weekend save for one or two and they get to enjoy the fruits of a temporary monopoly. This shop sells household stuff such as kitchenware, I think, in Tiong Bahru Market, which is usually a hive of activity.
1245 Maroondah Hwy, Maindample, Victoria 3723.
This building is on the Mansfield side of the old pub. It used to sell pizzas and local produce and is now used as the temporary pub. There is no sign of building going on.
We all have these moments - just when everything is going great, something dampens our enthusiasm. In full bloom, this paint brush didn't expect a dump of cold, wet snow
The fleeting blooms of my irises are a natural reminder that everything is temporary - you know, live in the moment, etc.
AS FRIENDS RUST - "Temporary Living"
Temporary living for a temporary life.
( I thought you knew ) Temporary living.
Blanketed in bubble wrap, kept my heart in a doggie bag.
9 to 5 in the portolet, hold my zip-loc dreams while I styrofoam.
Opened up the mail-order wife with a plastic knife and she mp3'd.
She was beautiful, like one of them Real Dolls.
Laid down the terrycloth on the astro-turf.
Set up the paper plates, the inflatable dates, for a rewinded picnic.
Can't keep a love like this just anywhere.
Gotta keep a love like this in tupperware.
It's temporary living for a temporary life.
If there is one thing that can be said about the weather in June, it is: unpredictable! We've had typical Midsummer weather - sun, blue sky with not a cloud in sight, clouds, even darker clouds, rain, heavy rain, gales... Only hails and thundering are missing now.
We were lucky at some point yesterday, so we all took out an old carpet on the lawn and enjoyed the sun and summer :)
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place...
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."
"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."
Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home...
My last trusty WTB SST had been dissolving beneath me, so after finding out the Selle San Marco Rolls and I didn't get along, I dug out an old Wright saddle which my father-in-law found in his garage. It was in reasonably sad shape, but with a little bit of Proofride, it snapped back to attention. The wings have flared out a bit too much, so (if I don't replace it soon), I may have to do the drill & lace.
Nice to have a saddle with actual bag loops, though - puts the banana bag in a slightly better position.