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of fridays and superhero fantasies.
Finally it's the end of the week and boy am I glad! There is always this great feeling that comes along with Fridays. No matter how sad or exhausting it has been, knowing that it is the last day of work (or in our case, school) week just makes me feel so happy. Don't you guys feel the same? I'm sure you all do. Wahaah. We were reading "My Last Duchess" in English class and I swear I find it very cool, not because of what happened in the piece, but how the writer hid all those meanings. At first look, it sounds (and looks) very complicated, but once Sir Catanghal explained what it really meant, I was amazed at how very few words can mean a LOT of things. Hmm. I think I'm going to like Shakesperean English. Thou spongy rat-faced foot-licker. Bwahahaha. =) *evil grin*
I'm in-love with Algebra again. Wheeee! =)
Lois Lane said the world doesn't need a Superman. And maybe any other superhero for that matter. But I think I know better (though, of course, I have not met any member of the Justice League and have not fallen in love with any of them seriously). I've been telling you about my fascination with superheroes. I love the fact that they have superpowers and have this abilities to pull someone out of a fire or stop a plane from crashing. It's amazing how in such short time they are able to save many lives and are able to give hope to all of us. They are unreal, yes, only someone we see on our screens full of special effects and cool animations. But I know that they are beyond that. They are symbols of the heroes we want to have in our lives, the heroes that will give new meaning to the saying, "The sun will come out tomorrow." I guess that's what this is mainly about -- hope. Hope that each of us will be saved, that each of us will be rescued from this world of cruelty and wrath. Hope that someone will pull us away from all the insanity and just let us be. Admit it, who wouldn't want to be rescued and eventually fall in love and live happily ever after? No one, I guess, except maybe for those who have had their imaginations sucked out of them. Superheroes are the new-age knights in shining armor and prince charmings. They come sweep us off our feet and carry us to a land far, far away from this place. But I know that as the credits start rolling, the smiles and contentment on our faces isn't just about the "dreaming of being saved" but also because in some way, the superhero movies make us "want to save." I admit, I have always dreamt of becoming Wonder Woman simply because I would like to know how it feels like to be capable of something and be badly needed for it. I always want to know how it's like to be needed, to be important. Deep down, as much as I enjoyed wishing I was Rachel or Lois or MJ, a part of me also wanted to be a superhero. I want to save, I want to rescue someone else. I want to make a difference. And this is the hardest part for me I guess, because it is very, very difficult. I am not invincible. I am weak. I am not even good enough to be strong for myself, what more for others? But you know what? I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave. I may not be capable of being a strong and always-self-assured person, but I feel great when I finally decide to tell myself "I can do this," even though a part of me says I can't. I might end up failing, but at least I know that somewhere inside me, there was this small piece of courage that made me feel strong. And for me, it's enough. I guess this is why I really do love superheroes, they don't just make us want to be saved, but they make us want to save. They aren't just people we want to have, but people we want to become. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know one day soon, I'll be super. Watch out. =) Wahaaah. This is what happens when I deprive myself of writing about something that has been inside my head for almost a week now. Haha. Now if only my Nathan would be with me during PE, softball would be waaaaaaaay better. God, I love this boy!NEYtun Scott, I love you!!=)
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of fridays and superhero fantasies.
Finally it's the end of the week and boy am I glad! There is always this great feeling that comes along with Fridays. No matter how sad or exhausting it has been, knowing that it is the last day of work (or in our case, school) week just makes me feel so happy. Don't you guys feel the same? I'm sure you all do. Wahaah. We were reading "My Last Duchess" in English class and I swear I find it very cool, not because of what happened in the piece, but how the writer hid all those meanings. At first look, it sounds (and looks) very complicated, but once Sir Catanghal explained what it really meant, I was amazed at how very few words can mean a LOT of things. Hmm. I think I'm going to like Shakesperean English. Thou spongy rat-faced foot-licker. Bwahahaha. =) *evil grin*
I'm in-love with Algebra again. Wheeee! =)
Lois Lane said the world doesn't need a Superman. And maybe any other superhero for that matter. But I think I know better (though, of course, I have not met any member of the Justice League and have not fallen in love with any of them seriously). I've been telling you about my fascination with superheroes. I love the fact that they have superpowers and have this abilities to pull someone out of a fire or stop a plane from crashing. It's amazing how in such short time they are able to save many lives and are able to give hope to all of us. They are unreal, yes, only someone we see on our screens full of special effects and cool animations. But I know that they are beyond that. They are symbols of the heroes we want to have in our lives, the heroes that will give new meaning to the saying, "The sun will come out tomorrow." I guess that's what this is mainly about -- hope. Hope that each of us will be saved, that each of us will be rescued from this world of cruelty and wrath. Hope that someone will pull us away from all the insanity and just let us be. Admit it, who wouldn't want to be rescued and eventually fall in love and live happily ever after? No one, I guess, except maybe for those who have had their imaginations sucked out of them. Superheroes are the new-age knights in shining armor and prince charmings. They come sweep us off our feet and carry us to a land far, far away from this place. But I know that as the credits start rolling, the smiles and contentment on our faces isn't just about the "dreaming of being saved" but also because in some way, the superhero movies make us "want to save." I admit, I have always dreamt of becoming Wonder Woman simply because I would like to know how it feels like to be capable of something and be badly needed for it. I always want to know how it's like to be needed, to be important. Deep down, as much as I enjoyed wishing I was Rachel or Lois or MJ, a part of me also wanted to be a superhero. I want to save, I want to rescue someone else. I want to make a difference. And this is the hardest part for me I guess, because it is very, very difficult. I am not invincible. I am weak. I am not even good enough to be strong for myself, what more for others? But you know what? I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave. I may not be capable of being a strong and always-self-assured person, but I feel great when I finally decide to tell myself "I can do this," even though a part of me says I can't. I might end up failing, but at least I know that somewhere inside me, there was this small piece of courage that made me feel strong. And for me, it's enough. I guess this is why I really do love superheroes, they don't just make us want to be saved, but they make us want to save. They aren't just people we want to have, but people we want to become. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know one day soon, I'll be super. Watch out. =) Wahaaah. This is what happens when I deprive myself of writing about something that has been inside my head for almost a week now. Haha. Now if only my Nathan would be with me during PE, softball would be waaaaaaaay better. God, I love this boy!NEYtun Scott, I love 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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