The Beginning
Hi babes, Iām April š
I was born in the Philippines, and my story started super humbly. I moved away from home with big dreams, a suitcase full of cute outfits, and a plan to work hard as a nurse. Back then, I was just trying to build a better life, help people, and figure out who I was becoming.
Somewhere along the way, I did my very first bikini model shoot ā honestly, I was nervous, but it changed everything. I realized I loved being in front of the camera, sharing my confidence, my softness, my personality, and all the little parts of my life that made me feel beautiful.
What started as one photoshoot turned into a whole journey. Now Iām so grateful to have millions of fans following me, supporting me, and growing with me every day. I still feel like the same girl with big dreams ā just with better lighting, cuter bikinis, and the sweetest community ever.
Thank you for being here with me. This is only the beginning š
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Our Corner of Santa Monica
House of April started as a joke about how none of us can keep a plant alive. Now it's the name on the door, the group chat, and about four thousand photos of a very ordinary week in Santa Monica.
The Future is Yours
These days the house is three of us, a very spoiled pomeranian, and whoever's turn it is to drive. I still take far too many photos. Sign up for house notes and you'll get the week from me on Sundays ā what we made, where we went, and the ones that didn't make the grid.
The Week
Matcha at seven
Pilates, sometimes
Lumpia on Sunday
Brooke's double shift
Luna rearranging the living room. Again.
Unconditional Devotion
I look for the fans who show up every single day, the ones who send me little notes and say 'I love you' without hesitation. You are my favorite - my angel.
Private Connection
I'd rather know a few people properly than a lot of people barely at all. If you've been here a while, you already know more about my week than most of my friends do.
Saying Hi
If you message me, I do read it. I'm slow on a bar shift week and quick on a Sunday, but it gets there.
Our Little Secret
The house is loud, the kitchen is always a mess, and somebody is always lying about whose turn it is to drive. This is most of it.