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i find solace in rainy days.
I'm here blogging at my mom's office. A few hours from now, we'll be buying my school supplies. Waah! Now the countdown would really have to start. Hopefully, we'll be watching a movie too (Poseidon, I think) so at least we'll have a pre-Mother's Day bonding time. Hehe.
It's super duper rainy today. On our way to the office, the traffic was jammed, the raindrops were making loud noises on the car's roof and the feeling was so cold. But I like it. Somehow, the emo-ness of the rain makes me feel at peace. For most people, it brings them the blues, especially now, that most people are still ate the beach supposedly enjoying what's left of summer. But me, I really feel so happy when it rains. I don't know. What is it with rainy days and being in my mom's office in Makati that makes me feel so..relieved? Hmm.
"No matter where you sit in New York you feel the vibrations of great times and tall deeds, of queer people and events and undertakings." -- Essays of E.B. White E.B. White
Call me jologs but I really want to watch this show on GMA 7 called "I Luv NY" not because I like the stars in it, but simply because I'd looove to see New York. Man. I've been dreaming of going there since forever! The lights, the buildings, the people. For me, the atmosphere is unbelievably amazing. Almost all my favorite movies and books are set in the Big Apple. Breakfast At Tiffany's. An Affair To Remember. Sleepless In Seattle. Serendipity. Gossip Girl. Generation Girls. Sex and the City (Carrie Bradshaw, people!). The list goes on and on and on.. and with each and every book I've read and movie I've watched that had NY on it, I'd end up loving the place more. Haaay. One day, I will go to that place. I'll shop like crazy in Tiffany's, Barney's and all the other shops there. I'll read the New York Times every morning. I'll go up the Empire State Building. I'll see shows on Broadway. I'll see the Statue of Liberty. I'll go there and make it big. I'm not after Hollywood's stardom or Florida's sunshine. I'm after the adrenaline of the City That Never Sleeps. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York! =) Sometimes fate finds a way to just bring you back. To places you thought you've left. To people you thought you've hated. To feelings you thought you've forgotten. To songs you thought will never make you feel the same way again. Broken Sonnet used to be my favorite song. It WAS the song of my life. The way it serenades my spirit everytime I hear it, the way it makes my heart flip everytime the words enter my ear, only Broken Sonnet can do that. But after Hale's super stardom status (because of the ear-deafening "The Day You Said Goodnight")and the birth of its boyband-slash-pacute package, I really started to dislike it bit by bit. And I thought, as I buried my love for Hale, I shall bury my love for their songs as well. Wrong. I may not like the band that much anymore, but hearing the song again disproved my statement. As I heard the first few notes of the song on my iPod (it was on shuffle mode), the memories came flowing back. The joy, the pain, the longing. And suddenly, I was in the past again. To the time when I hoped for love, for happiness. To a time that gave me hope that one day everything will be alright, everything I ever wanted would be mine again. The moment was so magical. The song brought me on a high. It was almost unexplainable. And as the song ended, I felt like I just crashed into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes I just have to accept the fact that there are some things you can never let go. Like Broken Sonnet. It IS and WILL ALWAYS BE my song. It is the song that best explains how I feel and how I will feel. Time may pass, people may leave, feelings may change, but Broken Sonnet will never leave me. It has left its mark and I am, forever branded. "Lie down, right next to me and I'll never let go."Chris was voted out. NO!! He was one of my bets. The other one is Elliott. Go Elliott! I'm crossing my fingers for you. =) Gotta go. Lotsa love. Mwaaaah! =) "You stand in thelight just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee to go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on.." -- Bad Day by Daniel Powter
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i find solace in rainy days.
I'm here blogging at my mom's office. A few hours from now, we'll be buying my school supplies. Waah! Now the countdown would really have to start. Hopefully, we'll be watching a movie too (Poseidon, I think) so at least we'll have a pre-Mother's Day bonding time. Hehe.
It's super duper rainy today. On our way to the office, the traffic was jammed, the raindrops were making loud noises on the car's roof and the feeling was so cold. But I like it. Somehow, the emo-ness of the rain makes me feel at peace. For most people, it brings them the blues, especially now, that most people are still ate the beach supposedly enjoying what's left of summer. But me, I really feel so happy when it rains. I don't know. What is it with rainy days and being in my mom's office in Makati that makes me feel so..relieved? Hmm.
"No matter where you sit in New York you feel the vibrations of great times and tall deeds, of queer people and events and undertakings." -- Essays of E.B. White E.B. White
Call me jologs but I really want to watch this show on GMA 7 called "I Luv NY" not because I like the stars in it, but simply because I'd looove to see New York. Man. I've been dreaming of going there since forever! The lights, the buildings, the people. For me, the atmosphere is unbelievably amazing. Almost all my favorite movies and books are set in the Big Apple. Breakfast At Tiffany's. An Affair To Remember. Sleepless In Seattle. Serendipity. Gossip Girl. Generation Girls. Sex and the City (Carrie Bradshaw, people!). The list goes on and on and on.. and with each and every book I've read and movie I've watched that had NY on it, I'd end up loving the place more. Haaay. One day, I will go to that place. I'll shop like crazy in Tiffany's, Barney's and all the other shops there. I'll read the New York Times every morning. I'll go up the Empire State Building. I'll see shows on Broadway. I'll see the Statue of Liberty. I'll go there and make it big. I'm not after Hollywood's stardom or Florida's sunshine. I'm after the adrenaline of the City That Never Sleeps. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York! =) Sometimes fate finds a way to just bring you back. To places you thought you've left. To people you thought you've hated. To feelings you thought you've forgotten. To songs you thought will never make you feel the same way again. Broken Sonnet used to be my favorite song. It WAS the song of my life. The way it serenades my spirit everytime I hear it, the way it makes my heart flip everytime the words enter my ear, only Broken Sonnet can do that. But after Hale's super stardom status (because of the ear-deafening "The Day You Said Goodnight")and the birth of its boyband-slash-pacute package, I really started to dislike it bit by bit. And I thought, as I buried my love for Hale, I shall bury my love for their songs as well. Wrong. I may not like the band that much anymore, but hearing the song again disproved my statement. As I heard the first few notes of the song on my iPod (it was on shuffle mode), the memories came flowing back. The joy, the pain, the longing. And suddenly, I was in the past again. To the time when I hoped for love, for happiness. To a time that gave me hope that one day everything will be alright, everything I ever wanted would be mine again. The moment was so magical. The song brought me on a high. It was almost unexplainable. And as the song ended, I felt like I just crashed into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes I just have to accept the fact that there are some things you can never let go. Like Broken Sonnet. It IS and WILL ALWAYS BE my song. It is the song that best explains how I feel and how I will feel. Time may pass, people may leave, feelings may change, but Broken Sonnet will never leave me. It has left its mark and I am, forever branded. "Lie down, right next to me and I'll never let go."Chris was voted out. NO!! He was one of my bets. The other one is Elliott. Go Elliott! I'm crossing my fingers for you. =) Gotta go. Lotsa love. Mwaaaah! =) "You stand in thelight just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee to go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on.." -- Bad Day by Daniel Powter
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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)
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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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