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when the stars go blue.
 As I drink the last drop from last night's leftover Mocha Valencia, I once again feel heavenly. It's great to know that whatever happens there will always be a cup of Mocha Valencia to make me feel better. Oh sheer joy! We have no classes today so I used my time in front of the computer making my first-ever professional (haha!) project as a webdesigner. I was asked by our campaign manager, Sir Santos, to make our party's official website. (Somehow typing that made me feel so important) Anyway, it's super simple and still under construction since all the platforms and plans are yet to be filled but hopefully, they'll like it. After all they requested for a simple one, and yes, simplicity is my virtue. So there. I'll give you guys the address later. These past few days I've been drowning myself into the beauty of the music from the CD I asked Nica to burn for me. It contains all of my current favorite songs, from One Tree Hill tracks to signature senti songs to OPM (Nobela!!). And I'm loving it, really. It just makes me feel -- stable. I guess that CD is the soundtrack of my life because basically every good song that I love is there. Lucky me. I needed something to keep me sane and there comes that CD. I actually thought Nica already forgot about it but just this week she gave it to me, and who knew listening to it would actually make me feel connected? It calms me down, soothes my senses. Haha. Okay so that sounds sappy. Now it's great to know that whatever happens there will always be a cup of Mocha Valencia AND a soundtrack of my life CD to make me feel better. Wink, wink. I just finished reading the book Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan and I must say it's Good with a capital G. It's a story about a gay high school boy named Paul who falls in love with a new guy named Noah. The story is just like any other teen romance novels only it's between two boys. For some, that would be crazy but actually for me it's really good. It opens your eyes to the reality that this world is changing, boys really do fall for boys and girls fall for girls as well. Basically, it's a simple story about love, friendship, family with a conventional little twist. It's not really bakla as in make-up and fashion, but just well, homosexual. You just have to be a little open-minded for you to appreciate the book well. I say read this if you: a.) can't watch Brokeback Mountain, b.) can't get enough of Brokeback Mountain, c.) are a fan of Will & Grace and Queer Eye or d.) just want to read something that will warm your heart. My rating? Four out of five.I want Season 3 of One Tree Hill! Man, I cannot wait any longer. I cannot stand the fact that someone *ehem* is downloading it through Limewire and can watch the episodes with America while I can do nothing but WAIT. Simplicity may be a virtue but patience is not. Aaaah! I want -- no, no, I NEED to know what will happen to Nathan and Haley! This really is driving me crazy. I think now I understand completely what our Health teacher is talking about back when we were discussing drugs. You get addicted, and when it's taken away from you, you look for it, your body searches for it -- it's called WITHDRAWAL. People, you just witnessed the birth of a new syndrome: the OTH-withdrawal Syndrome.I just love that picture (look up). I took that yesterday just before leaving for dinner. (We ate at the Jumbo Floating Kingdom, by the way) And once again, vanity takes over. Stop me before I become too conceited. Oh I almost forgot that there's still school tomorrow. Well, I have to go. Ciao, mi amigas. "Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are Baby I just can't run around it every morn'n It's time that I believe it, home is where you are" -- Songs in My Pocket by Bethany Joy Lenz
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when the stars go blue.
 As I drink the last drop from last night's leftover Mocha Valencia, I once again feel heavenly. It's great to know that whatever happens there will always be a cup of Mocha Valencia to make me feel better. Oh sheer joy! We have no classes today so I used my time in front of the computer making my first-ever professional (haha!) project as a webdesigner. I was asked by our campaign manager, Sir Santos, to make our party's official website. (Somehow typing that made me feel so important) Anyway, it's super simple and still under construction since all the platforms and plans are yet to be filled but hopefully, they'll like it. After all they requested for a simple one, and yes, simplicity is my virtue. So there. I'll give you guys the address later. These past few days I've been drowning myself into the beauty of the music from the CD I asked Nica to burn for me. It contains all of my current favorite songs, from One Tree Hill tracks to signature senti songs to OPM (Nobela!!). And I'm loving it, really. It just makes me feel -- stable. I guess that CD is the soundtrack of my life because basically every good song that I love is there. Lucky me. I needed something to keep me sane and there comes that CD. I actually thought Nica already forgot about it but just this week she gave it to me, and who knew listening to it would actually make me feel connected? It calms me down, soothes my senses. Haha. Okay so that sounds sappy. Now it's great to know that whatever happens there will always be a cup of Mocha Valencia AND a soundtrack of my life CD to make me feel better. Wink, wink. I just finished reading the book Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan and I must say it's Good with a capital G. It's a story about a gay high school boy named Paul who falls in love with a new guy named Noah. The story is just like any other teen romance novels only it's between two boys. For some, that would be crazy but actually for me it's really good. It opens your eyes to the reality that this world is changing, boys really do fall for boys and girls fall for girls as well. Basically, it's a simple story about love, friendship, family with a conventional little twist. It's not really bakla as in make-up and fashion, but just well, homosexual. You just have to be a little open-minded for you to appreciate the book well. I say read this if you: a.) can't watch Brokeback Mountain, b.) can't get enough of Brokeback Mountain, c.) are a fan of Will & Grace and Queer Eye or d.) just want to read something that will warm your heart. My rating? Four out of five.I want Season 3 of One Tree Hill! Man, I cannot wait any longer. I cannot stand the fact that someone *ehem* is downloading it through Limewire and can watch the episodes with America while I can do nothing but WAIT. Simplicity may be a virtue but patience is not. Aaaah! I want -- no, no, I NEED to know what will happen to Nathan and Haley! This really is driving me crazy. I think now I understand completely what our Health teacher is talking about back when we were discussing drugs. You get addicted, and when it's taken away from you, you look for it, your body searches for it -- it's called WITHDRAWAL. People, you just witnessed the birth of a new syndrome: the OTH-withdrawal Syndrome.I just love that picture (look up). I took that yesterday just before leaving for dinner. (We ate at the Jumbo Floating Kingdom, by the way) And once again, vanity takes over. Stop me before I become too conceited. Oh I almost forgot that there's still school tomorrow. Well, I have to go. Ciao, mi amigas. "Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are Baby I just can't run around it every morn'n It's time that I believe it, home is where you are" -- Songs in My Pocket by Bethany Joy Lenz
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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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