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i'm hot.
NOTE: Not everyone is recommended to read this post. If you think you're not in for a very, uhm, feminine post with all the issues of being a girl, then better not continue and click that Back button. :) Today is one of the sexiest days of my life. Haha. Laugh your heads off people, I don't care, basta today I feel sexier and hotter and prettier than ever. Let me tell you the story of September 22nd. I had a dream about a teacher. A VERY weird dream. I dare not mention what and who is in the dream, all I know is that this is one of the most unforgettable dreams ever. And not unforgettable as in really really nice or sweet but unforgettable as in freaky! Haha. I woke up feeling really heavy because of a monthly friend. *ehem* I went to school feeling groggy and irritated. I mean, that's how it is right? I couldn't stand up, I couldn't walk. I just felt terrible. I finally decided to go to the clinic but you know what the nurse said? She doesn't have any hot compresses for me so she gave me a pain-killer and sent me back to my classroom! She didn't even allow me to rest. I don't normally drink pain-killers since they say it's bad because you might get used to it, but I was so desperate that I finally decided to do so, though it didn't really make me feel better right away. Eventually the pain went away and I was able to enjoy the rest of the day normally (though still a little groggy). Fast-forward to PE time. I used my first year PE since it's green (sophomore PE is yellow) because I'm afraid of staining my yellow one. And since the shirt is, well, a little too small already, when I looked at the glass window (haha, official mirror) I LOOKED SO SEXY! My tummy was flat and something grew bigger!! :) Wahah. Of course I was so proud of myself that I immediately showed it off to my friends and they were all so happy for me!! :) I couldn't contain my excitement! And to make matters worse better, I actually played a volleyball game! I was finally able to serve and hit the ball PROPERLY. Is this magic or what? I really am stupid when it comes to volleyball, always missing the shot and hitting my head with the ball. But no, not today, I was a real pro! I looked like I played for a couple of years! Haha. It's such a great feeling. I never wanted that PE class to end. I never thought I could actually achieve two of my greatest wishes all in one day. GOD IS SO GOOD. After PE, I was all sweaty and tired but seeing my reflection on the mirror made the smile on my face grow bigger. Haha. I was even "blushing" because of too much exhaustion. I never felt so good in my entire.. well.. month. I know I sound conceited and vain and mayabang, but if you just knew how I felt during that period. Wow. And the best part is? I got a pretty nice treat afterwards too. Life is sooo not unfair.
Do you watch Big Brother? I think I'm hooked. I find Say and JB cute, and Racquel irritating. Aww. You guys should watch. You don't know what you're missing. =]
Oh and btw, I think I'll be putting up another blog for all the unanswered questions in Ask Karla so watch out. :)
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i'm hot.
NOTE: Not everyone is recommended to read this post. If you think you're not in for a very, uhm, feminine post with all the issues of being a girl, then better not continue and click that Back button. :) Today is one of the sexiest days of my life. Haha. Laugh your heads off people, I don't care, basta today I feel sexier and hotter and prettier than ever. Let me tell you the story of September 22nd. I had a dream about a teacher. A VERY weird dream. I dare not mention what and who is in the dream, all I know is that this is one of the most unforgettable dreams ever. And not unforgettable as in really really nice or sweet but unforgettable as in freaky! Haha. I woke up feeling really heavy because of a monthly friend. *ehem* I went to school feeling groggy and irritated. I mean, that's how it is right? I couldn't stand up, I couldn't walk. I just felt terrible. I finally decided to go to the clinic but you know what the nurse said? She doesn't have any hot compresses for me so she gave me a pain-killer and sent me back to my classroom! She didn't even allow me to rest. I don't normally drink pain-killers since they say it's bad because you might get used to it, but I was so desperate that I finally decided to do so, though it didn't really make me feel better right away. Eventually the pain went away and I was able to enjoy the rest of the day normally (though still a little groggy). Fast-forward to PE time. I used my first year PE since it's green (sophomore PE is yellow) because I'm afraid of staining my yellow one. And since the shirt is, well, a little too small already, when I looked at the glass window (haha, official mirror) I LOOKED SO SEXY! My tummy was flat and something grew bigger!! :) Wahah. Of course I was so proud of myself that I immediately showed it off to my friends and they were all so happy for me!! :) I couldn't contain my excitement! And to make matters worse better, I actually played a volleyball game! I was finally able to serve and hit the ball PROPERLY. Is this magic or what? I really am stupid when it comes to volleyball, always missing the shot and hitting my head with the ball. But no, not today, I was a real pro! I looked like I played for a couple of years! Haha. It's such a great feeling. I never wanted that PE class to end. I never thought I could actually achieve two of my greatest wishes all in one day. GOD IS SO GOOD. After PE, I was all sweaty and tired but seeing my reflection on the mirror made the smile on my face grow bigger. Haha. I was even "blushing" because of too much exhaustion. I never felt so good in my entire.. well.. month. I know I sound conceited and vain and mayabang, but if you just knew how I felt during that period. Wow. And the best part is? I got a pretty nice treat afterwards too. Life is sooo not unfair.
Do you watch Big Brother? I think I'm hooked. I find Say and JB cute, and Racquel irritating. Aww. You guys should watch. You don't know what you're missing. =]
Oh and btw, I think I'll be putting up another blog for all the unanswered questions in Ask Karla so watch out. :)
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She's a modern lover; it's an exploration, she's made of outer space
Hello, I'm Karla Bernardo. If you Google my name, you will find the Wikipedia entry of a Canadian serial-killer (and trust me, you do not want
to read about that - but I'm sure you will because now you're curious), which is why I suggest you type Bombastarr instead so you can stalk me better.
I spent eight-and-a-half years of my life in the University of the Philippines, where I graduated with degrees in Creative Writing and Juris Doctor. It is also where I learned how to speak a bit of Italian, got a taste of the best tapsilog, and took striptease for PE.
I love telling stories, as much as I enjoy finding them.
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Featured Works
Stargirl ( Cover story for Nadine Lustre, Scout, January-February 2017)
Surreal / So Real (at Scout)
Ode to a Great Love's 17-year-old Self ( Love.Life, Philippine Daily Inquirer)
Postcard from Diliman
( Youngblood, Philippine Daily Inquirer)
Writer for Philippine Law Register
A Call to Arms (January 2017)
Expecting the Expected (March 2016)
Former Writer for Stache Magazine
The Hero's Journey (June 2013)
The 8 People You Become In Your Youth (June 2013)
The Best Bad Idea That Is Argo (April 2013)
Mike Ross Remembers Everything You Don't (August 2012)
Style Between the Riffs (August 2012)
Book Lovers Never Sleep Alone (June 2012)
A Spectrum of Change (December 2011)
Digital Art (October 2011)
Elements of Style (June 2011)
In Her White Dress (All-Art April 2011 issue)
Morning After Pill ( Fervore: Literary Folio 2013, UP Portia Sorority)
How To Make a Blueberry Cheesecake ( Kalas: Kalasag Literary Folio 2011, UP College of Arts and Letters)
January 14th ( 100: The Hundreds Project, UP Writer's Club)
An Ode to The
Pillow Book (at New-Slang)
Introductions (at TeenInk)
One by One (at TeenInk)
Ask, and you shall be answered
Got a comment, question, violent reaction, love letter, or random piece of information you want to share with me? Just fire away. I don't bite.
(I changed my form and went back to Freedback because Ask.fm's being a bitch, requiring people to sign up for accounts before asking questions. Because I love you guys, I tweaked my ask box a bit, so that the questions will now go directly to my e-mail, but I'll be posting the answers still on my Ask.fm for convenience. TL;DR - I'll still be getting your questions so no worries. You're still free to harass me / send me your love.)
Answers
Most Frequently Asked QuestionAre you a pornstar?No, I am not a pornstar, stripper, or your friendly neighborhood call girl. It's just a fancy pseudonym with a long history, and two R's. Rawr.
Bombastarr.com
Bombastarr is my personal blog and my little corner in the Internet since 2005. Yes, I started writing here when I was 13 years old (aka when I was very angsty, hormonal, and always gushing at the littlest things) -- ergo, you'd have to forgive me if you come across an old post that reeks of immaturity and slightly unpolished grammar. I did a lot of growing up here, and from the looks of it, there's still a lot of growing up to do, so I don't think I'll be leaving this place any time soon.
The domain, Bombastarr.com, was purchased on June 2014 and
launched on July 2014, on the blog's ninth year (and fifth month, to be exact).
It's crazy to think that this blog is now thirteen years old, because (1) that seems like an eternity in internet years, and (2) that means if my blog were a kid, it's a teenager! That's insane.
Here's to more tales, explosive and otherwise.
So, why Bombastarr?
If you've been living under a rock and think I'm a threat to world peace or an object of covetousness, sorry to disappoint you, folks: it's just a fancy pseudonym.
As in most things, it started in high school. It began as a joke between me and a couple of friends during our freshman year. We were practicing for a field demonstration dance which involved the use of shawls, and being the crazy-always-trying-to-be-funny person that I was (or I always attempted to be) I started doing poses with the garment. Someone started taking my picture using my phone, and one shot looked like I was posing for those B-list movies (or should it be R-list, as in R-rated?) of the vegetable-nomenclature variety. #IKYWIM. Hence, the word, "Bombastarr." Yes, very cheeky, I know, but for a 13-year-old, it was quirky enough to figure as a username. That was 2005, right around the time I trying to decide on a URL for a new blog. It's been a lot of years since, and what started as a joke became something I've eventually embraced as an identity.
Despite the many other chances I've gotten to permanently move (to Multiply, Livejournal, Tumblr, Wordpress; to a bigger platform where I can earn or use the blog as a venue for commerce), I've come to realize that Bombastarr is something I can never truly leave behind. It is a place I've grown to appreciate and love because it is a place I can call my own. It's a venue for my rants, my views, my writing. It is home, and it is who I am.
Bombastarr is a glimpse of my life: the thoughts, ideas, and stories that shape it into what it is, and what it will still become. This journal has been with me for all my crazy, often embarrassing adventures, but I'm sure there will be more anecdotes and feelings and people to write about. Which is something I'm really looking forward to. After all, you know what they say about the greatest stories - sometimes, there's still a lot that's left unwritten.
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