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merry christmas!! :)
In only a few more hours, Santa will be riding his sleigh with his oh-so lovable reindeers, children worldwide will be waiting for their presents, moms and dads will be busy filling up socks and somewhere out there in a town called Paranaque, a little girl named Karla will be crossing her fingers that hopefully she is on Santa's List of Nice Kids and she'll be getting her One Tree Hill DVDs. Haha. Wow I can't believe it's Christmas eve already. Time flies by soo fast. Sheesh. Talk about cliche. And I must admit, I really am excited. Just thinking about the food, the gifts and the smell of new crispy paper bills makes my heart go thump-thump! I have been thinking about these for weeks. They make me look forward to Christmas even more. The other night I was watching etc when I saw this commercial of a young boy, about five years old with a lymphatic disease. I wasn't sure what it was called but it looked serious. And yet the little boy was smiling in the picture as if not minding his very serioud illness. It made me cry big time. "This boy managed to smile and be happy despite his sickness," I thought. "And me? I get blackheads and I couldn't even smile for the camera." No, no, no, beauty is not my point. What I'm trying to say is that I, who have so much more, always complain and ask and complain and ask for things I don't really need. But that boy, who needs an operation and huge amounts of medication doesn't even say a word of irritation or anger. Instead, he smiles, a kind and sincere smile. A smile that can warm a thousand hearts like mine. How I wish I could help that boy if only I wasn't too busy crying that I didn't get to catch the number to call. Tsk, tsk. Anyway, after that dramatic moment I tuned back to the other show I was watching and fell asleep. But somehow, that boy stayed on my mind. Sometimes, I get caught up with all the shopping, wrapping, buying and wishing (for gifts.. haha) that I forget what I am really preparing for. All this waiting and making a countdown actually stops me from thinking about who is coming. And that's Jesus. It is not wrong to give presents to people we love or to prepare food on our table but I'm glad that it wasn't too late when I realized that we don't do this to impress but to share the love that will come into the world through Jesus. It is a celebration of the coming of our Savior. I failed to see what Christmas truly is these past few weeks, what with all the giant boxes and large number of presents piling up under the tree. But I am thankful that somewhere out there, a little boy made me realize how lucky I am that I am loved, and that with this love I have, I can share it to others who need it more. I may not be able to deposit large amounts of money or give expensive gifts but I sure know what I'm going to give the less-fortunate this Christmas.. but I just ran into a problem. How do you gift wrap a prayer? :) Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy your holiday! God bless to you and your family. "Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king!"
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merry christmas!! :)
In only a few more hours, Santa will be riding his sleigh with his oh-so lovable reindeers, children worldwide will be waiting for their presents, moms and dads will be busy filling up socks and somewhere out there in a town called Paranaque, a little girl named Karla will be crossing her fingers that hopefully she is on Santa's List of Nice Kids and she'll be getting her One Tree Hill DVDs. Haha. Wow I can't believe it's Christmas eve already. Time flies by soo fast. Sheesh. Talk about cliche. And I must admit, I really am excited. Just thinking about the food, the gifts and the smell of new crispy paper bills makes my heart go thump-thump! I have been thinking about these for weeks. They make me look forward to Christmas even more. The other night I was watching etc when I saw this commercial of a young boy, about five years old with a lymphatic disease. I wasn't sure what it was called but it looked serious. And yet the little boy was smiling in the picture as if not minding his very serioud illness. It made me cry big time. "This boy managed to smile and be happy despite his sickness," I thought. "And me? I get blackheads and I couldn't even smile for the camera." No, no, no, beauty is not my point. What I'm trying to say is that I, who have so much more, always complain and ask and complain and ask for things I don't really need. But that boy, who needs an operation and huge amounts of medication doesn't even say a word of irritation or anger. Instead, he smiles, a kind and sincere smile. A smile that can warm a thousand hearts like mine. How I wish I could help that boy if only I wasn't too busy crying that I didn't get to catch the number to call. Tsk, tsk. Anyway, after that dramatic moment I tuned back to the other show I was watching and fell asleep. But somehow, that boy stayed on my mind. Sometimes, I get caught up with all the shopping, wrapping, buying and wishing (for gifts.. haha) that I forget what I am really preparing for. All this waiting and making a countdown actually stops me from thinking about who is coming. And that's Jesus. It is not wrong to give presents to people we love or to prepare food on our table but I'm glad that it wasn't too late when I realized that we don't do this to impress but to share the love that will come into the world through Jesus. It is a celebration of the coming of our Savior. I failed to see what Christmas truly is these past few weeks, what with all the giant boxes and large number of presents piling up under the tree. But I am thankful that somewhere out there, a little boy made me realize how lucky I am that I am loved, and that with this love I have, I can share it to others who need it more. I may not be able to deposit large amounts of money or give expensive gifts but I sure know what I'm going to give the less-fortunate this Christmas.. but I just ran into a problem. How do you gift wrap a prayer? :) Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy your holiday! God bless to you and your family. "Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king!"
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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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