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what? school on monday? NO!
I'm here blogging at my mom's office. Our computer at home, for some weird reason, died yesterday while I was in a middle of a Friendster-profile-making session. (Haha, part time job?) It's a good thing I was able to upload the picture already. Hehe =)
Anywaaay, my November 1st was great -- just great. We went to the cemetery as usual, and guess what? It rained. It's a good thing I had my neon-green umbrella with me, so I thought I was going to be okay. But the rain poured really hard and soon my tiny neon-green umbrella wasn't shielding me anymore. In fact all of us were soaking wet already! It was a good thing the family beside us had a tent, but God knows how many people tried to fit themselves inside that tent. We decided to go home already since it was late anyway and there was nothing better to do. To my (and everyone else's horror), the cemetery was flooded. See, we were on a pedestal when it rained so we didn't really notice the water going up. We had no choice but to brave the flood. I tried my best to be brave, but every time I saw or worse, felt something weird floating beside my feet I wanted to shriek! But I kept my cool, and instead just walked as if there were no unidentified floating objects in the dirty water below me. Anyway, we got home safely (thank God) and yes, call me maarte but the first thing I did was wash my feet and bathe it in alcohol. It was the yuckiest thing that happened to me, but when I look back now, it wasn't so bad. My family and I bonded (if you could call shouting together and walking side-by-side out of fear we might get lost in the crowd, bonding). Maybe it was destiny's punishment. Or maybe it was just our dead relatives' way of saying, "You weren't visiting us enough so here's what you get!" Haha. I don't think they're too mean, though. =)
Fractions speak louder than nerds. I read that line somewhere and it cracked me up. Haha =) I don't like fractions that much, though. Last night I was finishing our 30-item Algebra assignment on quadratic equations and I hated the fact that problems with fractions took a longer time to solve but appeared to have simpler and shorter answer. Great, I really am a Nerd with a capital N.
I've been on a Scrubs marathon for the past few days now. I. Love. JD. Dorian. He seriously cracks me up. Actually, watching the show made me think about being a doctor someday for about -- a minute. Haha. I really don't want any blood or poking or science in my future career. =)
-oOo-Ate Patty tagged me and now I'll be writing 9 weird things about me. Then I'll tag other people too! =) This is going to be hard since I have 1000+ weird things about me, but I'll try my best to narrow it down to the Top 9. Haha. =) Here it goes: I always try to find a way to spell my name in scientific calculators. This is something I cannot help doing. When I get my hands off a scientific calculator, I'll try and try to find characters that will eventually form the word Karla, though of course I don't always succeed. I have this tendency to stop whatever I'm doing and stare when I see smooth and white underarms. Let's face it, who doesn't want those underarms?! And yes, I know sometimes they're Photoshopped to make them appear smoother on TV but when I see those underarms in person -- WHOA. When I wear my shades at home, I pretend I'm a Hollywood superstar. I talk to myself in the mirror in a snooty Paris-Hilton voice, "That's hot!" afterwhich I'll decide if I will take pictures of myself or just sleep. When I like something, I really like something. Take One Tree Hill for instance. I researched about it like crazy, and the next thing you know I'm an owner of at least two sets of OTH dvds and a Mrs. Scott wannabe. Yeah, I know. =) I like ube as in halaya but I hate ube ice cream. It tastes different to me! Really. I like Joel and Hilary together. I know, I'm not a Hilary fan and not a huge GC fan either, but when I look at them together, I feel okay. They look so sweet. Like the good girl "tamed" the bad guy. (Maybe this is because of the Nathan-Haley story.. haha) I laugh with no reason. One time, during swimming practice, I laughed while swimming AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHY! Tragic, I know. Haha. When things aren't going my way, I imagine I'm in a soap opera and something really dramatic will happen. Like someone will come out with a gun, or I'll slap someone, or I'll be confronted by my long-lost sister. I don't know why, but it somehow makes me feel better. =) I like doodling on scratch papers. Be it a quiz or test, I can't seem to think well if I don't doodle my name or song lyrics or anything I want to write down on paper. Trust me, a Karla-written scratch paper with no emo things written on it does not exist.
I tag Janine, Pot, Cathe, Andrea, Pauline, Dootzey, Larissa, Lark and Donya Quixote.
♥ gotta love them.
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what? school on monday? NO!
I'm here blogging at my mom's office. Our computer at home, for some weird reason, died yesterday while I was in a middle of a Friendster-profile-making session. (Haha, part time job?) It's a good thing I was able to upload the picture already. Hehe =)
Anywaaay, my November 1st was great -- just great. We went to the cemetery as usual, and guess what? It rained. It's a good thing I had my neon-green umbrella with me, so I thought I was going to be okay. But the rain poured really hard and soon my tiny neon-green umbrella wasn't shielding me anymore. In fact all of us were soaking wet already! It was a good thing the family beside us had a tent, but God knows how many people tried to fit themselves inside that tent. We decided to go home already since it was late anyway and there was nothing better to do. To my (and everyone else's horror), the cemetery was flooded. See, we were on a pedestal when it rained so we didn't really notice the water going up. We had no choice but to brave the flood. I tried my best to be brave, but every time I saw or worse, felt something weird floating beside my feet I wanted to shriek! But I kept my cool, and instead just walked as if there were no unidentified floating objects in the dirty water below me. Anyway, we got home safely (thank God) and yes, call me maarte but the first thing I did was wash my feet and bathe it in alcohol. It was the yuckiest thing that happened to me, but when I look back now, it wasn't so bad. My family and I bonded (if you could call shouting together and walking side-by-side out of fear we might get lost in the crowd, bonding). Maybe it was destiny's punishment. Or maybe it was just our dead relatives' way of saying, "You weren't visiting us enough so here's what you get!" Haha. I don't think they're too mean, though. =)
Fractions speak louder than nerds. I read that line somewhere and it cracked me up. Haha =) I don't like fractions that much, though. Last night I was finishing our 30-item Algebra assignment on quadratic equations and I hated the fact that problems with fractions took a longer time to solve but appeared to have simpler and shorter answer. Great, I really am a Nerd with a capital N.
I've been on a Scrubs marathon for the past few days now. I. Love. JD. Dorian. He seriously cracks me up. Actually, watching the show made me think about being a doctor someday for about -- a minute. Haha. I really don't want any blood or poking or science in my future career. =)
-oOo-Ate Patty tagged me and now I'll be writing 9 weird things about me. Then I'll tag other people too! =) This is going to be hard since I have 1000+ weird things about me, but I'll try my best to narrow it down to the Top 9. Haha. =) Here it goes: I always try to find a way to spell my name in scientific calculators. This is something I cannot help doing. When I get my hands off a scientific calculator, I'll try and try to find characters that will eventually form the word Karla, though of course I don't always succeed. I have this tendency to stop whatever I'm doing and stare when I see smooth and white underarms. Let's face it, who doesn't want those underarms?! And yes, I know sometimes they're Photoshopped to make them appear smoother on TV but when I see those underarms in person -- WHOA. When I wear my shades at home, I pretend I'm a Hollywood superstar. I talk to myself in the mirror in a snooty Paris-Hilton voice, "That's hot!" afterwhich I'll decide if I will take pictures of myself or just sleep. When I like something, I really like something. Take One Tree Hill for instance. I researched about it like crazy, and the next thing you know I'm an owner of at least two sets of OTH dvds and a Mrs. Scott wannabe. Yeah, I know. =) I like ube as in halaya but I hate ube ice cream. It tastes different to me! Really. I like Joel and Hilary together. I know, I'm not a Hilary fan and not a huge GC fan either, but when I look at them together, I feel okay. They look so sweet. Like the good girl "tamed" the bad guy. (Maybe this is because of the Nathan-Haley story.. haha) I laugh with no reason. One time, during swimming practice, I laughed while swimming AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHY! Tragic, I know. Haha. When things aren't going my way, I imagine I'm in a soap opera and something really dramatic will happen. Like someone will come out with a gun, or I'll slap someone, or I'll be confronted by my long-lost sister. I don't know why, but it somehow makes me feel better. =) I like doodling on scratch papers. Be it a quiz or test, I can't seem to think well if I don't doodle my name or song lyrics or anything I want to write down on paper. Trust me, a Karla-written scratch paper with no emo things written on it does not exist.
I tag Janine, Pot, Cathe, Andrea, Pauline, Dootzey, Larissa, Lark and Donya Quixote.
♥ gotta love them.
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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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