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#TODAY 27th March at 11:00AM, the BLOGGERS' HOUR talks about UNDER THE SEA, a rare encounter with a Blogger whose passion is underwater photography. Our special guest is entrepreneur, business professional, freelance photographer, licensed PADI Scuba instructor and blogger Jun Lao of www.paparazsea.com, who has blogged some of the most awesome, creative and beautiful underwater shots we've seen. Tweet or post your questions in advance using the Hashtag #BLOGGERSHOUR. LIKE www.facebook.com/bloggershour to be notified when the Facebook LIVE stream begins. Tune in to DWDD 1134 kHz AM or live streaming via www.dwdd.com.ph or www.ustream.tv/channel/dwdd-katropa-live. #blog #blogger #blogging #scubadiving #scuba #underthesea #underwater #underwaterphotography @pbnetworkph #pbnet #pbnetwork #pbnetworkph #miniphilippines #pekson
I had a serious shot taken by @thekitchengoddess8 at the media launch of the Oppo F3 Plus smartphone. But then, she reminded me of my famous pose. "Famous pose?" "Yung nakalabas ang dila." 😂😂😂 OMG! Like... I'm just spreading the love and joy on Instagram & Facebook. Haha! Famous pose indeed! 😛 Thanks, @vivamanilena #oppof3plus #selfieexpert #selfiecamera #oppo #selfie #smartphone #pbnet #pbnetwork #pbnetworkph #famouspose #signatureshot #pekson (at City of Dreams Manila)
Attendance check of two PB Network peeps at the Oppo F3 Plus Media Launch. 😊 #selfieexpert #oppof3plus #selfie #oppo @oppophilippines @pbnetworkph #pbnet #pbnetwork #pbnetworkph #miniphilippines #worxpresso #pekson (at City of Dreams Manila)
Solo hosting of the BLOGGERS' HOUR radio show with my special guest Ace Gapuz @acegapuz of Blogapalooza and letsbuzzin.com. The #bloggershour happens every Monday 11am on DWDD 1134 kHz AM or live streaming via www.dwdd.com.ph. #bloggers #blogging #pbnetworkph #pbnet #pekson (at DWDD Katropa Radio)

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#IsntSheLovely Our celeb guest at this morning's #BLOGGERSHOUR radio show - @missvalerietan Thanks, Val. ☺ #dwdd #katroparadio @pbnetworkph #pbnet #pekson (at Camp General Emilio Aguinaldo)
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warmth.
(special thanks to tate for being a wonderful bean who beta’d this for me. she cried a lot it was great)
The first time she falls asleep with his arms wrapped around her, they're laying on the floor in the throne room. It's cold but he isn't. He's radiating warmth, that's when she dreams of him.
(In another life, they'd meet in a small coffee shop, that radiates coziness and warmth. His hair would be it's own living organism, and a steaming coffee gone cold would be sat next to his laptop as he furiously writes. She’d sit next to him and lean close, ‘You know, a writer and an artist, they make a really good pair.’)
(That's when he'd look up and nod, because there's only one coffee shop around here that stays open this late. And he had peeked at the sketchbook she slapped down before she came over here.)
(They'd stay like that, in companionable silence on nights when their minds didn't comprehend the word sleep. He'd share his latest stories and she'd find sketches of him and his characters in her sketchbook and on canvases more and more often. So often, that every time she looked at him she saw a new detail, a new freckle, and noted it for later use.)
(He'd kiss her with tired lips at 4am, because he's done lying to himself. Every time he hit a block, he'd open a separate text document and describe her features. The way her hair looks all tousled up into a half-bun, and her smile when he'd crack a snarky joke, the soft light of lamps in the shop would make her look like something out of her sketchbook. Aphrodite couldn't hold a candle to her.)
(They'd start coming to the shop together in the mornings for a change, the warm old lady would go on and on about them. They would call her Grams, because she loved them as her own. They're Polaroids are plastered on cork boards all over the establishment. Enchantments, she calls them.)
(She'd sit with him on his roughest of nights, and he the same. When their minds were loud they could be silenced by the touch of one another's hand.)
(They'd get married in the shop. Gathered by his sister, their friends, Raven, Wells, Jasper, Monty, Miller, Harper even baked the cake herself.)
(She'd kiss him like he was the sky, and map out his freckles when he was tired, exclaiming every time she swore she found 'an actual constellation this time, Bell')
('Mhm' He place his chapped lips to her forehead.)
(They'd be safe, she wouldn't feel a gun on his hip when she'd touch his skin like it was glass, no scars, no ghosts.)
She loved him, she decided that when she woke up. His hair was in his eyes, and his scars did exist, but he was still him. In another life, she loved him too. In any life, they'd find each other, she thinks. It reminds her of something her mother told her when she was young, something called a True North. He is hers, she knows. She brushes the hair from his face, and traces his little constellations. Not minding the gashes, or the bruises, or the ghosts. When his eyes flutter open, she swears she’s just an artist, and he’s just a writer, and for a fraction of a moment, they’re home.