Even though I go to Tagaytay often, as it is one of my family's most favorite, closest, escapes - it never loses its charm.
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This is how I spent 15 hours in Singapore with my family - after my Baguio trip, and right before I left again for the UK. I know. I also don't remember how I survived it. Headaches. Lots of it. But, anything to squeeze in some family time (and Laksa).
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As somebody who almost always went up to Baguio for the summer growing up, I am quite familiar with the place. Not much has changed, really, since I last went there, except for maybe traffic and the weather. Baguio will always have a special place in my heart - and it's great to explore it this way.
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Baler photo diary
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Going on this trip I told myself I wouldn't take as many photos as I usually do when I travel (or do anything, really - ) and I thought I did, until I scanned through 3 devices....
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Forgive me. I haven't written about anything I loved as much as this, ever since my heart got broken (which, I truly believe, will have to be my first ever heartbreak as a grown ass woman in her early twenties, capable of loving and leaving whenever she pleased, but apparently incredibly incapable of letting go of people who don’t love her enough to diminish their pride, break down their walls, overpower their inhibitions so love may overcome…but that’s for a whole different discussion - ) so I am thrilled - ecstatic, to share with you my newfound love for the UK. Vivat! Vivat Regina!
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Dear Interwebz,
I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've been in here. Quite disappointing, really, as much as I love writing and taking photos and catering to my art, I hardly do it anymore as I'm trying to figure out so many things that have been going on in my life, consequently making it difficult to devote the time to fill these blank pages. But here is a swoosh at it, hopefully it helps start an avalanche of content.
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Sore feet and sweat drenched saris, the musty smell of sandstone carved in majestic patterns, images, sculpture, adorned and covered the temples in Cambodia.
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Mexico photo diary part deux.
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From not being able to travel all her life, to hopping on a plane jetting towards a different continent, with about 40 hours worth of travel in between… this is the story of how Joyce, in all her then-unfulfilled dreams of long-haul flights to beautiful cities, survived and came through stronger (and with lots of photos in tact that she's about to show you now!).
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We walked the streets like blood lining veins, creeping in slowly, surely, breathing life into the corners of its pavements, walls, lights, its people.
It would not have been the same Hong Kong, without you, mon amour.
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After 21 years, I, Joyce Pring, of legal age, (relatively) sound mind, functioning body, and a slightly calloused heart, finally got a hold of my passport - and as fate would have it, flew quickly on a solo trip out of the country.
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