☆ WELCOME ☆

...to Vanilla Fries, Taina's third weblog. This site is best viewed using Internet Explorer 5 or above with 1024x768 resolution. Help this site be browser-friendly, send some feedback. ♥


☆ THE WALKING CONTRADICTION ☆

Taina is your typical, introverted 17-year old born under the star of Taurus. She's the shy-and-quiet type who, when online, turns into her evil and sarcastic alter-ego, Yuki. From her biased point of view, she considers herself as a rabid yaoi fangirl, a budding writer, a frustrated artist, an idealistic realist, and a lost soul creating her place in the world.

 

Among other things, she enjoys reading, psychologizing people, writing, web designing, drawing, watching anime, conversing, eating, a bit of debating, walking, traveling, sleeping and drowning herself in music. At the moment, she is trying to fall deeply and wholly in love with the Lord.

 

In her own little way, she is constantly making steps to achieve her goal of world domination, (cliché as it may sound) hauling the Philippines from its third-world status through the revival of its own culture.

 

[obsessions <3] Yaoi, bishie guys that have tragic pasts and dark secrets... my bishounen, chocolate, anime, computers, Photoshop, books, the web, and God.

[dreams to be] a J-pop singer / psychologist / mangaka / web designer / writer ...in the somewhat near future

 

[E-mail] [Friendster] [FF.net]

[DeviantArt] [FictionPress]

 

☆ VANILLA FRIES ☆

...is a never-ending story. It came from the shortened version of French fries and vanilla ice cream. Why, you ask? Because the two go better together than with ketchup. And because the author had no imagination, and was eating said finger food smothered in aforementioned dessert when she was thinking up of a blog name. Ta-da! XD

 

☆ COVER PAGE ☆

Version one features the fanservice-y Host Club from the manga/anime Ouran High School Host Club by Bisco Hatori. Blue and yellow abound in an attempt to create a summery feel. Image came from Sakura Dance, texture from Karmakaze Designs and brushes from Imprints. Created using Adobe Photoshop, coded with Microsoft Frontpage.

 

☆ CATEGORIES ☆

Anime ☆ Books ☆  Crack ☆ Fangirling ☆ Life ☆ Literally speaking ☆ Memories ☆ Music ☆ Opinions ☆ School ☆ Sitely  ☆ Taglish ☆ Quizzes

 

☆ READS ☆

Carla ☆ Ate Chiqui ☆ James ☆ Joshua ☆ Michan ☆ Maye ☆ Miguel

 

 

4.48

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

 

 

You're awake during a godforsaken hour and the board you've been toiling away at for the past not-countable-by-the-fingers-on-your-hands hours still has too much white space. Not that that's a bad thing.

Unfortunately you are not a minimalist, and the BecBoss knows this as well.

You can sense a dull thudding at your temples; a bottomful-bottomless feeling in your stomach (suddenly there is a Grand Canyon swimming along with last night's dinner); a repulsive motion pulling at your gut. Your hands are steady enough to hold a paintbrush for at least a minute before fingers lose control and yield.

Your nerves are bristling at the tips, electrifying the skin under your skin--a countdown before they shatter, tear through every layer of cells, and spill blood, blood, blood.


Ah, well. You did say you would bleed for art.




posted by Taina at 12:50 AM

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]



<< Home