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when dreams come true..
I was awoken by the sound of heavy rain on our roof and a stinky smell of what I thought was one of our dogs (which eventually turned out to be the smell of our breakfast. Ick.) I opened my eyes, said my morning prayer, turned over to face the side of the bed and there it was. On my bedside table. I've had it for hours already and still I could not believe that I am really staring at it in the flesh. "Is this really for real?" I asked myself. I reached for it and held it, stared at it for what seemed like forever, smelled it and hugged it as if it was a lost sheep that has been found. "It's real enough to read," I finally concluded. Then without wasting any more time, I opened it and picked up where I left off last night.
Just before you think I'm crazy, I'm going to tell you what it is.
It is the ninth book of the Gossip Girl installment, Only In Your Dreams. Yeah, only in my dreams did I think that I'd be getting the book last night! =)
Forgive me for being so excited about this whole thing. This is how I feel when I strongly like a book. Really. I get all thrilled and enthusiastic, especially if it's a series I've been following. It's just that I still cannot imagine that I'd be having the book as soon as now. It's not even on display! It was at the back of all the other GG books on the shelf. And I just had to look behind them, even though I knew I probably wouldn't find anything new. But there it was. Behind "Nothing Can Keep Us Together" was the pink book with two girls on it. I just love life. =) Thank God for National Bookstore Glorietta.
Speaking of National Bookstore, Mom and I bought my school supplies as well. Notebooks, binders, ballpens. Ahh. The familiar scent of papers and the buzzing sounds of people around me made my heart beat faster. Shopping for school supplies is one of my favorite pre-school rituals. It always gets me excited. Anyway, most of you have probably seen my Marilyn Monroe clutch bag. Yesterday, as I was looking for the perfect binder for me, I saw one with the Beatles on it. It was a different kind of binder so I decided to take it since uso naman ang vintage. But then as I lifted the Beatles one, beneath it was a binder with Marilyn on it! And I said to myself, "This must be a sign!" or something like that. I mean, I used my MM clutch, then saw a MM binder. I just have to buy that! And believe me, it was adorable. So ayun. That's the story of my new binder notebook. =) And nga pala, I feel good because finally I have a good reason to buy myself a G-tec point 3. I just hope it'll not get lost or end up in the hands of nasty G-tec thieves.
 my Marilyn Monroe clutch bag from Bangkok. We watched Poseidon yesterday. GRABE. It freaked the hell out of me. Now I don't ever want to ride a ship, no matter how luxurious it is. I mean, really! I can sum up the movie in one word: WHOA. That was all I can say after watching. It wasn't very, very, very good, but it was an okay movie. Good enough to scare the hell out of me when it comes to ships. Hmm. Rating? 6.5/10
My cellphone looks so different now! I bought a new casing and a crystal case for me and my Mom (that's my Mother's day gift to her :p) and now, we have sosyal-looking phones. Hehe. My 7610 deserves it naman eh, because it's been with me for almost one year already. All those nights of unlimitexting, all those moments of vanity, all those AFV-worthy moments caught on video..my phone has been with me. Thank you, my dear cellphone. =)
Wow, it's raining really hard today. Does this really have to do with my em0-ness? When I feel emo, it always rains, and when it rains I'm always emo. Get it? haha. Whatever. Basta, umuulan and I feel so senti. Nyaaaak. Don't get yourselves wet, guys!
 Pa-sideline lang. Nice ng glasses noh? =) EMO!! By the way, Happy Mother's Day to all moms, grandmas, titas, ates and all those who have been moms in their own ways. =) Especially to my mom, who has been there for me all through out, from "storytelling before going to bed" times to the "reading fashion magazines before going to bed" times, from "sipping chocolate Birch Tree milk together" bonding to the "sipping coffee and hot chocolate together in Starbucks" bonding, from "wearing the same pajamas" nights to "wearing the same shoes" days. Just to name a few of the thousand moments my mom and I have shared over the past fourteen years. I LOOOOOOVE her, and no words are enough to express that. Kisses to you, Ma! Mwaaaah! ♥
 We look like sisters. =) "She used to be my only enemy and never let me be free Catching me in places that I knew I shouldn't be Every other day I crossed the line I didn't mean to be so bad I never thought you would become the friend I never had
Back then I didn't know why Why you were misunderstood So now I see through your eyes All that you did was love
Mama I love you. Mama I care. Mama I love you. Mama my friend. You're my friend.." -- Mama by Spice Girls
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when dreams come true..
I was awoken by the sound of heavy rain on our roof and a stinky smell of what I thought was one of our dogs (which eventually turned out to be the smell of our breakfast. Ick.) I opened my eyes, said my morning prayer, turned over to face the side of the bed and there it was. On my bedside table. I've had it for hours already and still I could not believe that I am really staring at it in the flesh. "Is this really for real?" I asked myself. I reached for it and held it, stared at it for what seemed like forever, smelled it and hugged it as if it was a lost sheep that has been found. "It's real enough to read," I finally concluded. Then without wasting any more time, I opened it and picked up where I left off last night.
Just before you think I'm crazy, I'm going to tell you what it is.
It is the ninth book of the Gossip Girl installment, Only In Your Dreams. Yeah, only in my dreams did I think that I'd be getting the book last night! =)
Forgive me for being so excited about this whole thing. This is how I feel when I strongly like a book. Really. I get all thrilled and enthusiastic, especially if it's a series I've been following. It's just that I still cannot imagine that I'd be having the book as soon as now. It's not even on display! It was at the back of all the other GG books on the shelf. And I just had to look behind them, even though I knew I probably wouldn't find anything new. But there it was. Behind "Nothing Can Keep Us Together" was the pink book with two girls on it. I just love life. =) Thank God for National Bookstore Glorietta.
Speaking of National Bookstore, Mom and I bought my school supplies as well. Notebooks, binders, ballpens. Ahh. The familiar scent of papers and the buzzing sounds of people around me made my heart beat faster. Shopping for school supplies is one of my favorite pre-school rituals. It always gets me excited. Anyway, most of you have probably seen my Marilyn Monroe clutch bag. Yesterday, as I was looking for the perfect binder for me, I saw one with the Beatles on it. It was a different kind of binder so I decided to take it since uso naman ang vintage. But then as I lifted the Beatles one, beneath it was a binder with Marilyn on it! And I said to myself, "This must be a sign!" or something like that. I mean, I used my MM clutch, then saw a MM binder. I just have to buy that! And believe me, it was adorable. So ayun. That's the story of my new binder notebook. =) And nga pala, I feel good because finally I have a good reason to buy myself a G-tec point 3. I just hope it'll not get lost or end up in the hands of nasty G-tec thieves.
 my Marilyn Monroe clutch bag from Bangkok. We watched Poseidon yesterday. GRABE. It freaked the hell out of me. Now I don't ever want to ride a ship, no matter how luxurious it is. I mean, really! I can sum up the movie in one word: WHOA. That was all I can say after watching. It wasn't very, very, very good, but it was an okay movie. Good enough to scare the hell out of me when it comes to ships. Hmm. Rating? 6.5/10
My cellphone looks so different now! I bought a new casing and a crystal case for me and my Mom (that's my Mother's day gift to her :p) and now, we have sosyal-looking phones. Hehe. My 7610 deserves it naman eh, because it's been with me for almost one year already. All those nights of unlimitexting, all those moments of vanity, all those AFV-worthy moments caught on video..my phone has been with me. Thank you, my dear cellphone. =)
Wow, it's raining really hard today. Does this really have to do with my em0-ness? When I feel emo, it always rains, and when it rains I'm always emo. Get it? haha. Whatever. Basta, umuulan and I feel so senti. Nyaaaak. Don't get yourselves wet, guys!
 Pa-sideline lang. Nice ng glasses noh? =) EMO!! By the way, Happy Mother's Day to all moms, grandmas, titas, ates and all those who have been moms in their own ways. =) Especially to my mom, who has been there for me all through out, from "storytelling before going to bed" times to the "reading fashion magazines before going to bed" times, from "sipping chocolate Birch Tree milk together" bonding to the "sipping coffee and hot chocolate together in Starbucks" bonding, from "wearing the same pajamas" nights to "wearing the same shoes" days. Just to name a few of the thousand moments my mom and I have shared over the past fourteen years. I LOOOOOOVE her, and no words are enough to express that. Kisses to you, Ma! Mwaaaah! ♥
 We look like sisters. =) "She used to be my only enemy and never let me be free Catching me in places that I knew I shouldn't be Every other day I crossed the line I didn't mean to be so bad I never thought you would become the friend I never had
Back then I didn't know why Why you were misunderstood So now I see through your eyes All that you did was love
Mama I love you. Mama I care. Mama I love you. Mama my friend. You're my friend.." -- Mama by Spice Girls
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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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