<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:57:27.222-08:00</updated><category term='Celebrity Hair'/><category term='urbandictionary'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='aester'/><category term='the asteroids galaxy tour'/><category term='Music Challenge'/><category term='Photo Challenge'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Gelleesh'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='name'/><category term='Rio'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Charice'/><title type='text'>what April wants</title><subtitle type='html'>rants. raves. reviews.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-376945703860454236</id><published>2012-02-02T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:00:51.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gelleesh'/><title type='text'>Love Month Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, February!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone seems to be excited for your arrival. Of course, we know that you are the reason why roses are marked so high; why teddy bears are sold out; why fancy restaurants are full; why chocolates filled up every lady's fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You, my dear February, is the reason for me to be extra beautiful. Will you stay by my lucky side this whole love month as I joined this fabulous Giveaway by &lt;a href="http://www.gelleesh.com/2012/02/gelleeshs-love-month-giveaway.html" target="_blank"&gt;So Gelleesh&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I, if am lucky enough, would be able to win and pamper myself from head to foot with these amazing beauty products:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V8qVBp5zhg/TypMiavbN0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/RL3YjbsM-6g/s1600/GELEESH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V8qVBp5zhg/TypMiavbN0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/RL3YjbsM-6g/s400/GELEESH.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovely giveaway includes products from Pond's, ELF, Ever Bilena, San-San, Penshoppe, Allure, Shawill, Island Basics, L'Oreal, Cutex, and Watson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't it be amazing if I would have a wonderful time this love month with you, February?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-376945703860454236?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/376945703860454236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-month-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/376945703860454236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/376945703860454236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-month-giveaway.html' title='Love Month Giveaway'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V8qVBp5zhg/TypMiavbN0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/RL3YjbsM-6g/s72-c/GELEESH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-4106551829307378293</id><published>2012-01-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:00:45.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charice'/><title type='text'>Day 02</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of &lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-day-challenges.html" target="_blank"&gt;30-Day Challenges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of me with someone I have been closest with the longest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sKWDYaFSas/Txgzkkx1E4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZmTB3jPZBKg/s1600/eIMG-4652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sKWDYaFSas/Txgzkkx1E4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZmTB3jPZBKg/s400/eIMG-4652.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBRDdxYSknA/Txgzx4g8xUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q9x9c_ukMGw/s1600/en670631603_1844708_3366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBRDdxYSknA/Txgzx4g8xUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q9x9c_ukMGw/s400/en670631603_1844708_3366.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U71axh9r4iw/TxgzZAGaeMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UtnDeFyIoAc/s1600/e180026_10150092e688336604_670631603_6807501_1637041_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U71axh9r4iw/TxgzZAGaeMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UtnDeFyIoAc/s400/e180026_10150092e688336604_670631603_6807501_1637041_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPD_NYj8k4o/Txg0DacufJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H861nSnJfBQ/s1600/ePicture-073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPD_NYj8k4o/Txg0DacufJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H861nSnJfBQ/s400/ePicture-073.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meet Alexis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have known each other way back in kindergarten, which has been more than 15 years now. We've been close during our grade school. I really can't say if it was during our first or second grade. I do remember we would often be on top of our game during one of the classes - trying to outshine each other, vying for the teacher's attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have a weird love-hate relationship. He makes fun of me, and I hate it. He ignores me, and I hate it more. But, I love him dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We never ever had a fight. I can't recall a time that we ever had an argument. If we did had one, I'm guessing he won. Because I love him and let him get away with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are twins, though not biologically. We don't share the same birthday, we don't have the same personality, we don't even look alike. But, I love him like a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are polar opposites, yet still share the same interests in life. Maybe that's why I love him and our friendship has stayed for as long as we shall be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choosing the least favorite song is a very hard thing to do. There are songs that I definitely wouldn't want to hear for the rest of my life. There are some, however, that are bearable to my ears, but still makes me cringe when I hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Personally, I have nothing against singers covering another artist's music. If one cannot make the music sound better, then don't bother doing a cover at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For instance, I do admire Charice's talent. In fact, I envy her singing ability. But, what I don't appreciate is her doing covers of some of the greatest love songs. Hearing her hitting the high notes make me want to cover my ears, not because she is having difficulty in getting it right, but because she is doing it over the top. In our country, people idolize almost anyone who can hit the highest note, in which singers tend to screech all throughout the song just to receive some admiration. Screaming one's lungs out to a Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey song sometimes makes the listeners want to pull the mic away. Maybe the keyword here is originality, and that is what Charice still lacks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a song that I used to love, but lost my love for it because of the cover version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/usxgD8onhvI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/usxgD8onhvI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/usxgD8onhvI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i do not own the video above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-4106551829307378293?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/4106551829307378293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4106551829307378293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4106551829307378293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-02.html' title='Day 02'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sKWDYaFSas/Txgzkkx1E4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZmTB3jPZBKg/s72-c/eIMG-4652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-4004746220072301514</id><published>2012-01-14T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:49:21.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aester'/><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>now, i have decided to re-launch this blogsite...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a day of re-organizing and editing old blog posts, and tinkering with the template and layout, i can finally present to you What April Wants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;notice that i opted for the minimalist look. i always believe that less is indeed more. and the color scheme is the actual reflection of my current mood. although, i do think that this site, in terms of looks, will be in constant beta stage. but, as always, i will keep everything simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know more about the writer, just head over to my previous &lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairly-new-and-need-help.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;. and as mentioned before, let us be friends, and you can visit me in my other social pages, including twitter, facebook, google+, networked blogs and tumblr. all links to these different media can be found on the sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-4004746220072301514?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/4004746220072301514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4004746220072301514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4004746220072301514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-4225573573235033662</id><published>2012-01-13T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:28:32.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Pardon the mess. I am on the way to resurrect this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous year, I have created a similar website on a different web host. However, the web host does not support a few settings that I prefer for my own site. This explains my return to Blogger. I have imported some of the posts from the old one. Thus, my posts seem disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a day or two, and I will be back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-4225573573235033662?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/4225573573235033662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4225573573235033662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/4225573573235033662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-5094749845024495035</id><published>2012-01-07T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:15:41.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 01</title><content type='html'>Day 1 of &lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/30-day-challenges/"&gt;30-Day Challenges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally, I have decided to start the Photo and Music Challenges.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today, I would be talking all about myself, and you would be able to get to know more about yours truly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/editt_20111124_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-91" title="editt_20111124_4" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/editt_20111124_4.jpg" alt="" width="430" height="605" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ten facts about &lt;strong&gt;aester&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. I am Filipino-Chinese, hailing from the south-western part of the Philippines. I obviously come from two conservative races.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tradition has been running my life for the past decades. Currently, I am trying to break away from the moulding left by the ultra-conservative family that was left for me to fill in. Don't be mistaken, I am grateful for the teachings and values that were instilled by my family and elders. However, I do believe that change is needed for to grow and to shape myself into a better me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. Photography is my passion. I capture and paint the light. I&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; to make an art out of it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. I am a living frustration. Singing and dancing are two talents that were never given to me. I am also inefficient in the kitchen. The best that I can come up with from the depths kitchen is a plate of instant noodles.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. I come from the South. Went to the country's capital city. Survived five years of university education, plus part-time work. Came back to the South for a year of soul-searching. Went to a foreign country to know more about my roots and its culture. Came home again, and have been staying here in my hometown for the last two years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Right now, I am challenging myself to go the distance and look for a career suitable for my passion. I am hoping to go back to the Metro Jungle before the year, or the world, ends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5. I am certified TV junkie. Ironically, I watch television shows on the Internet.  Most of the shows that I watch are US crime dramas, slapstick comedies, cute cartoons, and reality talent searches. I also spend quite some time watching daytime talk shows. In addition to my television watchlist are docu-dramas from different news and educational programs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6. I sometimes isolate mentally away from my own self. It is a way for me to take a step back, and observe and assess what I have done so far to myself and to others.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7. During my down period, I would indulge in my sweet cravings of chocolate cupcakes and doughnuts. Sometimes, to balance out the sweetness in myself, I would go on a salty-food binge. I know I have an unhealthy eating pattern. I do try to stay healthy as much as possible. However, when emotions, and hormones, kick in, I have no choice but to satisfy my gastronomical wants.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;8. I have a soft spot for kids. I love cuddly babies. I dream of having one of my own - biological or adopted. Although, I am not ready for motherhood, yet. But I do dream of that day to come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;aester&lt;/strong&gt; in numbers:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;24 - current age&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;36 - followers on Twitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;8 - languages spoken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;4 - number of siblings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;3 - countries that I have been to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;597 - friends on Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;12 - age when I discovered my passion for writing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;1 - camera that I have my own, which is a Canon 450D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;2 - items ticked off my Bucket List&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;7.5 - size of my foot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;10. I am a Potter-head. 'Nuff said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For my favorite song, I would like to share with you this sweet song by Bic Runga. It talks about falling in love and wanting to be with that person for the rest of your life, asking him to stay with you til the end of time. Here is &lt;em&gt;Sway:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PX54Povna-A&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PX54Povna-A&amp;amp;feature=fvst;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-5094749845024495035?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/5094749845024495035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5094749845024495035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5094749845024495035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-01.html' title='Day 01'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-5903419052640227773</id><published>2012-01-06T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:29:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairly New and Need Help</title><content type='html'>i realized that all this time, i have not introduced myself to my readers (if there is any) yet. pardon me, but i have been so hyped about blogging my insights that i never had a chance to tell you about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go by the name aester. i actually chose that name because my complete name is so generic and sounds so boring. thus i came up with aester, which by the way, sounds like my favorite flower, aster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i am employed to a private company, which falls under the beauty and wellness industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to tell stories, fiction and nonfiction. thus, i ventured into blogging. most of my posts were personal and private back then. i have tried different blogging platforms before, however, the passion just wavered away from time to time due to various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, with the luxury of time in my hand, i would try to be as active in the blogosphere as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two blogs as of this moment: &lt;span id="goog_687987692"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Piece of April (on wordpress)&amp;nbsp;talks about my journey to a better me. it is filled with insights, dreams and emotions. What April Wants, on the other hand, is about my life's rants, raves and reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this site, i would be discussing my opinions and insights regarding a certain product, person, idea, place, and things. i would also be sharing with you my reviews on different kinds of artworks found all around us, such as film, literature, music and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i am fairly new to this community, i would like to ask for the help of my fellow writers and bloggers in building my blogroll. let's connect and be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may drop your links into my comment box below. and you may follow me in the different blogging communities (facebook fan page, networked blogs) found on your right. you may, as well, add me on facebook, twitter, google+, tumblr and flickr. my e-mail address is: aprilmae.ester@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you in advance, everyone! cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-5903419052640227773?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/5903419052640227773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairly-new-and-need-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5903419052640227773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5903419052640227773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairly-new-and-need-help.html' title='Fairly New and Need Help'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-5792774245994394440</id><published>2012-01-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:15:41.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Challenge'/><title type='text'>30-Day Challenges</title><content type='html'>For the next 30 days, I will be doing two blog challenges simultaneously. Through these challenges, you would get a better glimpse of my world and my loves.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with ten facts&lt;br/&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;br/&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;br/&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night(something you did that night)&lt;br/&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory&lt;br/&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day&lt;br/&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item&lt;br/&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh&lt;br/&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;br/&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most fucked up things with&lt;br/&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate&lt;br/&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;br/&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;br/&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;br/&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br/&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br/&gt;Day 17 - A picture of someone that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br/&gt;Day 18 - A picture of something you love to do.&lt;br/&gt;Day 19 - A picture of your favorite Disney character.&lt;br/&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel&lt;br/&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you’re excited about&lt;br/&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;br/&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book&lt;br/&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;br/&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day&lt;br/&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;br/&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;br/&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you’re afraid of&lt;br/&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;br/&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;day 01 - your favorite song&lt;br/&gt;day 02 - your least favorite song&lt;br/&gt;day 03 - a song that makes you happy&lt;br/&gt;day 04 - a song that makes you sad&lt;br/&gt;day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone&lt;br/&gt;day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br/&gt;day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br/&gt;day 08 - a song that you know all the words to&lt;br/&gt;day 09 - a song that you can dance to&lt;br/&gt;day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br/&gt;day 11 - a song from your favorite band&lt;br/&gt;day 12 - a song from a band you hate&lt;br/&gt;day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br/&gt;day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br/&gt;day 15 - a song that describes you&lt;br/&gt;day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br/&gt;day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br/&gt;day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br/&gt;day 19 - a song from your favorite album&lt;br/&gt;day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br/&gt;day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br/&gt;day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br/&gt;day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br/&gt;day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br/&gt;day 25 - a song that makes you laugh&lt;br/&gt;day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br/&gt;day 27 - a song that you wish you could play&lt;br/&gt;day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br/&gt;day 29 - a song from your childhood&lt;br/&gt;day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-5792774245994394440?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/5792774245994394440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-day-challenges.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5792774245994394440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5792774245994394440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-day-challenges.html' title='30-Day Challenges'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-868728737952570421</id><published>2012-01-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:00:19.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glen Allison</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, I became acquainted with the works of an artist named Glen Allison via Twitter.&amp;nbsp;As I was browsing through his photo galleries, I was totally blown away by the magnificent imagery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is described as a "vagabond travel photographer and visual artist." He has been travelling for the past decade or two, capturing the best of what the world has to offer. Aside from being photographer, Mr. Allison is also a writer. He has published several books, as well. Additionally, he has been holding photography workshops around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed with his body of work, I couldn't pick out which is my ultimate favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to know more about Glen Allison, just head over to his &lt;a href="http://glenallison.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a peek of what he has to offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga041.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-56" height="380" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga041.png?w=300" title="ga04" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga031.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-55" height="380" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga031.png?w=300" title="ga03" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga011.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-53" height="416" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga011.png" title="ga01" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga021.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-54" height="409" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga021.png" title="ga02" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga05.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-52" height="365" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/ga05.png?w=300" title="ga05" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits: Glen Allison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-868728737952570421?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/868728737952570421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/glen-allison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/868728737952570421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/868728737952570421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2012/01/glen-allison.html' title='Glen Allison'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-1884105510248858345</id><published>2011-07-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:15:41.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Rio</title><content type='html'>Film: Rio&lt;br/&gt;Year Released: 2011&lt;br/&gt;Director: Carlos Saldanha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Visiting Brazil is in my Bucket List. That is why I took up Portuguese as part of the Foreign Language requirement back in college. Everyone else enrolled in French and Spanish classes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I were given the chance to go to Brazil, I wouldn’t care much about shopping for  Havainas or Ipanema flip-flops, I would rather spend my time wandering around the rain forest, watching people do the samba during the Carnival, and seeing the Christ the Redemeer up-close. If only.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But God is indeed great! He gave me a chance to get a glimpse of Brazil thru the movie Rio. It became my introductory class to this lovely country.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The film opened with  Blu, a nestling macaw from the rain forest of Brazil. An unfortunate twist of event brought him to a small town Minnesota, where he was found by the caring human Linda. Blu lived like a human for the past 15 years. He brushed his teeth, drank hot cocoa, and read books. But things didn’t end there. He was brought back to Brazil where he met  the independent Jewel. Together, they set off on an adventure to Rio de Janeiro. This was where their story began.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Running around the forest (because Blu can’t fly) while chained together, the two lovebirds met Rafael. Being the local resident, Rafael led them in the search of Luiz, the bulldog who can help them get unchained. Along their way to find Luiz, the trio met the musicians – Nico and Pedro, whose soothing songs made Blu and Jewel fall in love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The movie is all about the culture of Brazil – the music, the dance, the sun, the game, the parade. Rafael was singing The Girl from Ipanema to his wife when he first met Blu and Jewel. The whole city was glued to their TV screen during a football match. The streets were full of people, and birds, doing the samba. It was a paradise! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everything was as colorful as the umbrellas parked on the beach.&lt;br/&gt;One of my favorite scene was the panning shot of the Christ the &lt;br/&gt;Redeemer statue. Even in its animated form, the statue was breathtaking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not being a fan of zoology nor ornithology, I had a difficulty though in identifying the which kind of bird each character was. I didn’t even know what kind of monkeys does Rio have. I assume that most of these animals, except for the bulldog, are found in Brazil. I just find them all adorable just like all other talking animals are.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The characterization of this film reminds me of the old Disney film, The Lion King.  Although I find Blu way more fun than Simba. He’s also smarter, book-wise, than the lion. Blu and Simba shared the same conflict of accepting their fate. Simba was insecure in leading his pride. He was afraid that the rest of the lions would not accept him as their king. Blu couldn’t accept the fact that he is, well, a bird. A flying bird.  What helped them accept their true calling were in fact their female leads – Nala for Simba, and Jewel for Blu. Both ladies are not the usual damsels in distress. They actually fought back and hard against their nemesis while making their male counterparts fall for them at the same time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other characters in Rio share the same personality of the characters in The Lion King. Rafael, for instance, played the wise thinker like Rafiki the baboon. Nico and Pedro reminded me of Timon and Pumbaa, who shared comic relief and music. Even the group of little monkeys reminded me of the pack of hyenas.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Watching the film was truly an enjoyable ride. It made me more determined to save more than enough to visit Rio in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-1884105510248858345?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/1884105510248858345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2011/07/rio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1884105510248858345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1884105510248858345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2011/07/rio.html' title='Rio'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-1679577014560145696</id><published>2011-07-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:24:27.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Hair'/><title type='text'>Every hair has a story</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed about my hair lately. I have been searching for the perfect celebrity hair that would totally suit my face and my lifestyle. I'm not into styling my hair very often. On a busy day, I would simply tie it into a tight ponytail, not wanting a strand to hit my face. However, during those days when I feel pretty, I would have it curled with an iron, having big waves to twirl my fingers around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During most of my child- and teen-hood, I had the typical Asian hair - black, straight, below-the-chin cut. It was only when I entered university when I had my hair layered, and straightened, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during the height of Paris Hilton's popularity when I knew about Nicole Richie. Of course, I have heard of her name before as the daughter of a famous singer. I admit I occasionally watched &lt;em&gt;The Simple Life &lt;/em&gt;on TV. It was in this reality show when Nicole Richie's hair caught my eye. It was a simple bob with bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/3953_nicole-richie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-29" height="150" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/3953_nicole-richie.jpg?w=125" title="3953_Nicole-Richie" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked effortlessly chic in that do. And I easily fell in love with those bangs. She even rocked that side-swept bangs in her mugshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/1212richie101.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-31" height="150" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/1212richie101.jpg?w=119" title="1212richie1,0" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went to the salon to have my hair cut. After minutes of explaining what I wanted to do with my hair, the stylist told me he understood what I wanted and to leave everything to his hands.&amp;nbsp;My biggest mistake was not bringing a photo of the hair style that I wanted. So I ended up looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/8446_rihanna.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-32" height="320" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/8446_rihanna.jpg?w=125" title="8446_Rihanna" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that bad, except that's not what I wanted. The cut actually emphasized my Oriental look, but I had a hard time dealing with the full bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, I decided to have my hair colored. Ashlee Simpson was then at the peak of her career - having an album, getting married, and building a family. But it was her hair that I was drawn to. Her red hair to be exact. I was lucky enough to be chosen as a hair model for a well-known hair coloring company. I chose to have my hair dyed red then. It was, however, not possible to turn my jet-black hair into ginger locks without damaging my hair. So I had the toned-down version of Ashlee Simpson's hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/9633_ashlee-simpson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-33" height="320" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/9633_ashlee-simpson.jpg?w=125" title="9633_Ashlee-Simpson" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It did not stop with hair color. I decided to have her rocker-chic hair cut as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/ashlee-simpson-1250.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-34" height="320" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/ashlee-simpson-1250.jpg?w=120" title="Ashlee Simpson-1250" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Ashlee Simpson hair color and the Ashlee Simpson hair cut, I could say it was the perfect hair style for me. It was manageable, and at the same time versatile. It was the first time I truly appreciated my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a happy ending, anyway. Three months into loving my hair, I had it straightened. I had no idea that the straightening product would have a damaging effect on my hair. In the end, my hair started to break away, leaving split ends. I had no choice but to chop the locks off. I was debating with myself to have the pixie cut or not. Of course, Ashlee Simpson totally rocked the latest Hollywood hair craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/ashlee-simpson-short-straight-chic-blonde1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-thumbnail wp-image-36" height="320" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/ashlee-simpson-short-straight-chic-blonde1.jpg?w=110" title="ashlee-simpson-short-straight-chic-blonde" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I know I could handle short short cut. But I would also like to feel my hair every day, having each strand, no matter how dry and brittle it is, to run through my fingers. So, I asked for the generic, above-the-shoulder, layered cut. No celebrity inspired me to have this cut. I just wanted to save my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a year now since I had my hair cut. I decided to let it grow for now. I still maintain my bangs - full or side-swept; I changed it up every few months. I had it colored again. This time, though, I opted for the copper blond look, which, according to a trusted hair dresser, is more suitable to my Asian skin tone. I now bathe my hair in intensive conditioner weekly to keep it from getting dry and damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am envying Leighton Meester's hair. I noticed that she, like me, has thick hair. But, she looks glamorous in any hair style she dons. She has the perfect cut, perfect color, and perfect volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/rtemagicc_a11f7d8525.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-37" height="400" src="http://whataprilwants.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/rtemagicc_a11f7d8525.jpg?w=242" title="RTEmagicC_a11f7d8525.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone should watch out, for someday, I would be sporting the same hair do as Leighton Meester's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos not mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-1679577014560145696?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/1679577014560145696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-hair-has-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1679577014560145696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1679577014560145696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-hair-has-story.html' title='Every hair has a story'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-5919903169629998115</id><published>2009-07-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:59:59.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flora Series: Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSlq8igBeI/AAAAAAAAACg/yGHqJ9rS9lY/s1600-h/e_MG_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSlq8igBeI/AAAAAAAAACg/yGHqJ9rS9lY/s400/e_MG_2744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356088014074283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009.06.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-5919903169629998115?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/5919903169629998115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/07/flora-series-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5919903169629998115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/5919903169629998115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/07/flora-series-heartbeat.html' title='Flora Series: Heartbeat'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSlq8igBeI/AAAAAAAAACg/yGHqJ9rS9lY/s72-c/e_MG_2744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-2946973050878257694</id><published>2009-07-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:01:51.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flora Series: Fiery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSihHce0kI/AAAAAAAAACY/jtKrDnrav7w/s1600-h/e_MG_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSihHce0kI/AAAAAAAAACY/jtKrDnrav7w/s400/e_MG_2768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356084546668253762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009.06.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-2946973050878257694?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/2946973050878257694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/2946973050878257694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/2946973050878257694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiery.html' title='Flora Series: Fiery'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SlSihHce0kI/AAAAAAAAACY/jtKrDnrav7w/s72-c/e_MG_2768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-8705625625002097279</id><published>2009-05-31T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:37:43.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SiKG6rtS4II/AAAAAAAAABw/5pDE-tjUA1I/s1600-h/editedDSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341980450738069634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SiKG6rtS4II/AAAAAAAAABw/5pDE-tjUA1I/s400/editedDSC00295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2009.04.19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-8705625625002097279?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/8705625625002097279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/guide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/8705625625002097279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/8705625625002097279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/guide.html' title='The Guide'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/SiKG6rtS4II/AAAAAAAAABw/5pDE-tjUA1I/s72-c/editedDSC00295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-2711603729907249968</id><published>2009-05-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:36:49.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the asteroids galaxy tour'/><title type='text'>Sound Box: The Sun Ain't Shining No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Music indeed cleanses our soul. My taste in music ranges from contemporary pop to old school rock and roll to proudly Pinoy hits to futuristic electropop sounds to serene piano ballads. I may not have the ears to rightfully judge how good or bad a certain music sounds. However, through this &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sound Box &lt;/span&gt;series, I shall share some goods found in my collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Today's feature will be The Asteroids Galaxy Tour's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Sun Ain't Shining No More. &lt;/span&gt;I love the upbeat tempo and the quirky voice of the lead vocalist. This song was played during the Winter Ball scene in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gossip Girl Season 2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: It takes a long while to load the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 155px" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" width="218" height="155" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/22466832" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" title="Get Music Tracks!" alt="Music" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none" title="Create A Playlist!" alt="Playlist" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-2711603729907249968?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/2711603729907249968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/sound-box-sun-aint-sshining-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/2711603729907249968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/2711603729907249968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/sound-box-sun-aint-sshining-no-more.html' title='Sound Box: &lt;i&gt;The Sun Ain&apos;t Shining No More&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-6312137107862867312</id><published>2009-05-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:18:19.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urbandictionary'/><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Went blog-hopping and found this cool entry by my friend, Ailish. So, I decided to have my own version of her post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; and write the answer to each question in the "look up" box and paste the DEFINITION on a copied version of this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A female of wise words. Often regarded as a "panda" person. These types of females are very energetic and friendly, and when you see these types of girls down, you feel down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) A .22 caliber handgun&lt;br /&gt;2) Any rim that measures 22 inches in size&lt;br /&gt;3) Underage kid's favorite age for their fake ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. What should you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like a drug but you're hooked at birth. As you grow older and worked f*%#ed up hours and invest in a life, you go through withdrawAl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Heavy eye lids, tired muscles, confusion, boredom, being on the computer at 3:00am (after work), watching reruns of the 10:00pm news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment:&lt;br /&gt;Well. there are three ways we can go with this;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kicking the habit: Continue with withdrawl. soon enough you'll replace your blood with bawls, jolt, or coffie. You may go crazy, but you'll have more time on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;2. Overdose: Keep your funny hours at work. When you get home from work on Friday, just crash on your bed and sleep right through the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;3. Work around it: Ask for different hours at work. When your boss laughs in your face, reffer to methods 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side affects of taking Sleep include:&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed feeling, more energy, better attitude towards life, better performance in the workplace, addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hue of the portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in a human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. Hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ZAMBOANGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6. Month of your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month where the sexiest bitches are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7. Last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another term for wuss/wimp/acting like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8. Where are you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mattress on a stand or on the floor (lol) that has a blanket and pillows on it and u got to sleep on it coz sleep is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9. Your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Shl4uMmk3FI/AAAAAAAAABo/uXh4sWHrZvg/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339431568276773970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Shl4uMmk3FI/AAAAAAAAABo/uXh4sWHrZvg/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nemo meets his Match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2009.05.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;One of the reasons why I like this photo is that my brother Nico's photo looks as if it has been superimposed on the photo of the fish in the aquarium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-6312137107862867312?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/6312137107862867312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-to-urbandictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/6312137107862867312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/6312137107862867312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-to-urbandictionary.html' title='Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Shl4uMmk3FI/AAAAAAAAABo/uXh4sWHrZvg/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-8958588260642099735</id><published>2009-05-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:18:45.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admit I never liked my name. I cringe each time someone calls me &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aprilmae&lt;/span&gt;, or worse &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aprilmae Ester&lt;/span&gt;. This embarrassing situation usually happens in class; and is usually followed by a more embarrassing and annoying questions like "Were you born on April or May?" I try to keep myself from rolling my eyes and let out a loud "DUH?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't I given a more sophisticated name like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? I always like that name. Or something of royalty like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Or an exotic one like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Saleisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Or my parents could have tweaked my name a little and make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Avril. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My list of "I Wish It Were My Name" would go on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One night I was surfing the Net ,and found the meaning of the name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Its origin is Latin, and meaning is "opening."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stumbled upon this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com/"&gt;very interesting site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, in which parents could get ideas in naming their newborn babies. I found some information gathered fromt the web site's name survey where people with name April were asked if they like their name. 864 people answered the survey and the feedback follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8BcXHSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yNhCfKYUmm4/s1600-h/survey01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661141273332210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8BcXHSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yNhCfKYUmm4/s320/survey01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8P7ONWoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SpCSR2JJ3es/s1600-h/survey02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661390075648642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8P7ONWoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SpCSR2JJ3es/s320/survey02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8cA2NaHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i68EufuriDQ/s1600-h/survey03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661597744031858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8cA2NaHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i68EufuriDQ/s320/survey03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Data were gathered at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com/suitability_of_April.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who were bullied are the ones who, like me, were asked stupid questions like "Were you born in April?" and being called "Ape" (short for April) at one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm not alone. Somehow other girls named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do appreciate the name. I gotta learn how to love my own name. Hey, one even commented how she likes how her name sounds... it's "melodic and sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS - I also found out that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is English for "Flower," while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ester &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is derived from the Persian language that means "Star." Lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pheng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is Chinese for "Duckweed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Shlq3v_qPeI/AAAAAAAAABY/v4cyHMvLm4E/s1600-h/esam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339416339233258978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Shlq3v_qPeI/AAAAAAAAABY/v4cyHMvLm4E/s320/esam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scruffy Little Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2009.05.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-8958588260642099735?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/8958588260642099735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-who-must-not-be-named.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/8958588260642099735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/8958588260642099735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-who-must-not-be-named.html' title='She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/Sha8BcXHSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yNhCfKYUmm4/s72-c/survey01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838263293467790980.post-1587666314595146731</id><published>2009-05-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:37:18.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, so I'm back to my first love - WRITING. It's not that I'm the best writer in town. I don't write the way Emily Bronte or JK Rowling do. My English grammar is not perfect. I don't have a wide range of English vocabulary (nor in other languages). I simply enjoy writing. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I discovered the beauty of photographs; before I enjoyed cutting, gluing and coloring pictures on a scrapbook; before I got hooked on cable TV and watched Hollywood films non-stop, I was writing. I write down silly thoughts - three to four sentences max - on a piece of paper. And then, I'll throw it in the trash bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My enthusiasm in writing was first noticed by Mrs. Tan, my English teacher back in Grade Six. She assigned the class to write a poem for our mothers. Guess what? She liked it! Although I don't think I've written something spectacular (my rhyming sucks big time), but hey, I got noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was the one who urged me to join writing competitions. I don't win all the time. But going beyond the school grounds to represent our "beloved" Chong Hua was an achievement for my li'l old self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enter High School: D' Plum, the school paper, became the training ground to hone my so-called writing skills. Being a part of a league of highly-gifted students was overwhelming. (Hey, being in a first-name basis with THE Shan Abdulwahid, Anthony Montuno, and Jo Te was I also met Ma'am Aileen, whom I now considered as a mentor and hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can say that my writing did improve. Classmates and friends would casually consult with me during essay questions (not during exams, that is). I wrote scripts and speeches and letters. I could see my future this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But that was it. It ended there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;College was a different story. Being in a university surrounded by all the valedictorians and top students in the country could sometimes tarnish one's self-esteem. Being proficient in written skills was only a fraction that the school needed. Students there were really vocal about what they think. So, I decided to beat them through writing. But the more I pressured myself, the more I lose it. I noticed that I only perform better in creative writing. I began to doubt myself. Maybe academic writing is not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;End of flashback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the past six months, I immersed myself into books and TV series. So much ideas form inside my head. I felt that I need an outlet for these thoughts and feelings. That's when I turn to writing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The big problem is my creative juices only flow when I am bored in mid-afternoon. That's the time when laptop and Internet are out of my reach. So, I decided to do a JK Rowling and write down whatever I think or feel on a piece of paper which I'll later transfer to my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Another problem is when I start writing, I don't know when to stop. So I'll end my entry here. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/ShAjCCTABfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyhRTmP9fPg/s1600-h/editedDSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/ShAjCCTABfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyhRTmP9fPg/s400/editedDSC00284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336804076317312498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;pHenG and Angelica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Arial" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;2009.04.19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838263293467790980-1587666314595146731?l=whataprilwants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/feeds/1587666314595146731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1587666314595146731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838263293467790980/posts/default/1587666314595146731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataprilwants.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>aester to</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103596951500329355866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_3_Eo7CleCw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6bzYdJ4Z88c/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3XE88i-HG0/ShAjCCTABfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyhRTmP9fPg/s72-c/editedDSC00284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
