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the art of holding on.
 They say forget about the past and think about the future. Erase all your old messages, your old pictures and start life anew. It's bad to be stuck in the past because you won't be able to move on. Let go. Walk and never look back. I was looking at my pictures in my cellphone and I realize I can't click the delete button. It was too hard for me to delete something from the past just like that. A part of me wanted to stay in the past. I wanted to remember how I was then, I wanted to see how much I've changed. I can't afford to erase everything. Besides, that would be a shame losing all your memories just like that when you have 64MB worth of space! I find comfort in taking pictures of myself simply because I know there's one person who finds myself beautiful most of the time -- ME. I mean, who else can take staring at my face other than me?! My phone is proof of how vain I really am. I take pictures when I feel like it. I pose when I know I'm in the mood. And fortunately, almost all of them turn out to be good poses. Looking at my growing self-taken photograph collection I saw how my smile and eyes have changed in just a couple of years. Indeed, the braces have done a great miracle and my eyes seemed to have more sparkle. I used to look like a kiddie-girly-patweetums just before high school, and look at me now, a matured-slash-childlike little bitch. Haha. :) It surprises me that even though I haven't had any major makeovers (except maybe for rebonding, but I've always had my hair straightened before so that's not really new) I seem to have transformed into this woman. Relatives say I'm beginning to look like a young  version of my mom. And yes, when I look at the mirror I too see the difference. I feel like my old self is lightyears away from who I am. Seeing the different Karla-istic smiles in my phone made me think of how far I've walked in this journey called life. It was only a year or so, and yet I have become this new person. I went through alot of confusion and troubles and yet I was still able to smile for that camera. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that I'm vain. Maybe because I wanted to be strong for myself. I wanted to make sure that despite all the craziness in life, I can still manage to pull my cheeks a little bit higher and turn my frown upside-down. Looking back, these pictures became symbols of how sad and fun life is. Sad because I don't have a perfect life and fun because I don't have a perfect life. Haha! They say I have grown-up already, being a teenager and all. They say I've bcome a critical thinker. And because of all this so-called maturity, people are telling me to move on, stop dreaming about being a princess and acting like a kid. But I can't, you know why? Because a part of me will always be that girl. I will always be the person I was, no matter how many times I change. And just the fact that I was able to overcome all my problems is enough reason for me to believe in myself that I can definitely overcome them in the future.  So am I really stuck in the past? By being too weak to delete all the precious memories of yester-years, does that make me someone who cannot move on? Maybe I just want to hold on simply because forgetting about everything that was behind me would make me empty. They made me become who I am now. I am me now because of the old me. And besides, it's not really wrong to look back every once in a while just to let yourself know how great you have become. So, I won't let go. I'll never let go. And no matter how many times you tell me to stop reminiscing, I will not. Because what has happened to me before is all part of who I am. And if I forget them, that would be rejecting half of my self. And besides, if so many people believe in "Forget the past," then why the hell do we have to study History?! --------- Okay so I sound so dramatic. Anyway, I went to Nica's house today for the fiesta. Yum, yum cassava cake! And I was able to buy The Ultraelectromagneticjam album! Yipee! Thank you, Papa. Also, I probably won't be able to blog for a long time since I'll be very very VERY busy with everything. But I'd appreciate all the comments and tags. MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE. :* "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close." -- Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
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the art of holding on.
 They say forget about the past and think about the future. Erase all your old messages, your old pictures and start life anew. It's bad to be stuck in the past because you won't be able to move on. Let go. Walk and never look back. I was looking at my pictures in my cellphone and I realize I can't click the delete button. It was too hard for me to delete something from the past just like that. A part of me wanted to stay in the past. I wanted to remember how I was then, I wanted to see how much I've changed. I can't afford to erase everything. Besides, that would be a shame losing all your memories just like that when you have 64MB worth of space! I find comfort in taking pictures of myself simply because I know there's one person who finds myself beautiful most of the time -- ME. I mean, who else can take staring at my face other than me?! My phone is proof of how vain I really am. I take pictures when I feel like it. I pose when I know I'm in the mood. And fortunately, almost all of them turn out to be good poses. Looking at my growing self-taken photograph collection I saw how my smile and eyes have changed in just a couple of years. Indeed, the braces have done a great miracle and my eyes seemed to have more sparkle. I used to look like a kiddie-girly-patweetums just before high school, and look at me now, a matured-slash-childlike little bitch. Haha. :) It surprises me that even though I haven't had any major makeovers (except maybe for rebonding, but I've always had my hair straightened before so that's not really new) I seem to have transformed into this woman. Relatives say I'm beginning to look like a young  version of my mom. And yes, when I look at the mirror I too see the difference. I feel like my old self is lightyears away from who I am. Seeing the different Karla-istic smiles in my phone made me think of how far I've walked in this journey called life. It was only a year or so, and yet I have become this new person. I went through alot of confusion and troubles and yet I was still able to smile for that camera. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that I'm vain. Maybe because I wanted to be strong for myself. I wanted to make sure that despite all the craziness in life, I can still manage to pull my cheeks a little bit higher and turn my frown upside-down. Looking back, these pictures became symbols of how sad and fun life is. Sad because I don't have a perfect life and fun because I don't have a perfect life. Haha! They say I have grown-up already, being a teenager and all. They say I've bcome a critical thinker. And because of all this so-called maturity, people are telling me to move on, stop dreaming about being a princess and acting like a kid. But I can't, you know why? Because a part of me will always be that girl. I will always be the person I was, no matter how many times I change. And just the fact that I was able to overcome all my problems is enough reason for me to believe in myself that I can definitely overcome them in the future.  So am I really stuck in the past? By being too weak to delete all the precious memories of yester-years, does that make me someone who cannot move on? Maybe I just want to hold on simply because forgetting about everything that was behind me would make me empty. They made me become who I am now. I am me now because of the old me. And besides, it's not really wrong to look back every once in a while just to let yourself know how great you have become. So, I won't let go. I'll never let go. And no matter how many times you tell me to stop reminiscing, I will not. Because what has happened to me before is all part of who I am. And if I forget them, that would be rejecting half of my self. And besides, if so many people believe in "Forget the past," then why the hell do we have to study History?! --------- Okay so I sound so dramatic. Anyway, I went to Nica's house today for the fiesta. Yum, yum cassava cake! And I was able to buy The Ultraelectromagneticjam album! Yipee! Thank you, Papa. Also, I probably won't be able to blog for a long time since I'll be very very VERY busy with everything. But I'd appreciate all the comments and tags. MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE. :* "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close." -- Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
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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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