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very, very happy feet.
[start]This is a post of a pair of feet who got what they want when they least expected it.Feet are meant to move a person from one place to another, to travel and discover new places. It is the body's means of transportation. Feet leave behind footsteps that makes people remember, feet are paired with shoes that makes them shine and feet have to be pampered. But this is not the case if you are owned by a 14-year-old high school student. You are stuck in white socks and dull black shoes for five days a week (sometimes 6), eight to ten hours a day. It's hot and though it is comfortable, we long for air and well, style. We have to admit though, our owner has a fetish for shoes. She loves shoes and she always make it a point to dress us up nicely (and we are thankful)but to the point where we get blisters or wounds just for the sake of beauty. It's a hard life. We don't even get foot spas or massages or whatever kind of pampering. Some say we are our owner's asset (aside from her hands and smile and skin :p) but it is hard keeping up with that teenaged brat. What we need is something that can make us feel comfortable, relaxed and fashionable as well, even for long hours of shopping or walking around. Then comes Happy Feet, an old brand of bakya who made its comeback from the 70's. Our owner's titas even claimed owning one during their high school days (her mom didn't because she was flatfooted). Knowing our owner, she LONGED for a pair when she set her eyes on it because it was IN and we figured she knew that it was therapeutic as well. Relatives and even Karla herself promised to save for that "glorious pair." But it has been months since that day and our hopes were almost crashing because we knew that day would never come -- almost. After a usual shopping spree, we were surprised when Karla's dad gave her mom money to buy her a pair of Happy Feet!! Wow. It was so amazing. It made us feel like stars. At first there were no sizes for the right colors, no designs for the right sizes.. it was a tough fight. But I guess Karla's strong urge to have a pair kept her fitting and fitting and fitting.. until she found the one As we tried it on, we felt as if heaven opened up and sang Alleluia with us. It was a great sigh of relief. Happy Feet is much cheaper than the other pairs she's been eyeing on yet for us, it is a much better choice. As we walked away from landmark, we felt as if we were gliding on air. It felt so great. It was a piece of heaven. And we had to admit, it was damn hot. We are superstars. So yes, the long wait is finally over but the saying "You only want me when you can't have me," doesn't go for us because we want Happy Feet more and more every minute.
Happy and contented Feet: That's us with our new buddies. [/end]
So there. That was my day. I'm still wearing them now even though I'm only typing nonsense on our PC. I'm really happy today so nothing can stop me! :) Still got a lot going this week since tomorrow is our Christmas party, on Tuesday is Mom's Christmas Party at her office and on Wednesday is Sir C and Miss V's wedding. I'm soo excited for them! :)
Love to all the happy feet in the world. =]
"Coz you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you.."
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very, very happy feet.
[start]This is a post of a pair of feet who got what they want when they least expected it.Feet are meant to move a person from one place to another, to travel and discover new places. It is the body's means of transportation. Feet leave behind footsteps that makes people remember, feet are paired with shoes that makes them shine and feet have to be pampered. But this is not the case if you are owned by a 14-year-old high school student. You are stuck in white socks and dull black shoes for five days a week (sometimes 6), eight to ten hours a day. It's hot and though it is comfortable, we long for air and well, style. We have to admit though, our owner has a fetish for shoes. She loves shoes and she always make it a point to dress us up nicely (and we are thankful)but to the point where we get blisters or wounds just for the sake of beauty. It's a hard life. We don't even get foot spas or massages or whatever kind of pampering. Some say we are our owner's asset (aside from her hands and smile and skin :p) but it is hard keeping up with that teenaged brat. What we need is something that can make us feel comfortable, relaxed and fashionable as well, even for long hours of shopping or walking around. Then comes Happy Feet, an old brand of bakya who made its comeback from the 70's. Our owner's titas even claimed owning one during their high school days (her mom didn't because she was flatfooted). Knowing our owner, she LONGED for a pair when she set her eyes on it because it was IN and we figured she knew that it was therapeutic as well. Relatives and even Karla herself promised to save for that "glorious pair." But it has been months since that day and our hopes were almost crashing because we knew that day would never come -- almost. After a usual shopping spree, we were surprised when Karla's dad gave her mom money to buy her a pair of Happy Feet!! Wow. It was so amazing. It made us feel like stars. At first there were no sizes for the right colors, no designs for the right sizes.. it was a tough fight. But I guess Karla's strong urge to have a pair kept her fitting and fitting and fitting.. until she found the one As we tried it on, we felt as if heaven opened up and sang Alleluia with us. It was a great sigh of relief. Happy Feet is much cheaper than the other pairs she's been eyeing on yet for us, it is a much better choice. As we walked away from landmark, we felt as if we were gliding on air. It felt so great. It was a piece of heaven. And we had to admit, it was damn hot. We are superstars. So yes, the long wait is finally over but the saying "You only want me when you can't have me," doesn't go for us because we want Happy Feet more and more every minute.
Happy and contented Feet: That's us with our new buddies. [/end]
So there. That was my day. I'm still wearing them now even though I'm only typing nonsense on our PC. I'm really happy today so nothing can stop me! :) Still got a lot going this week since tomorrow is our Christmas party, on Tuesday is Mom's Christmas Party at her office and on Wednesday is Sir C and Miss V's wedding. I'm soo excited for them! :)
Love to all the happy feet in the world. =]
"Coz you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you.."
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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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