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205th.
I definitely think I have some kind of Senior complex or something. One day I'm super lazy, the next day I'm partially-lazy. (This means I'm still lazy, but at least the proportions go down by a half) Symptoms include a little voice screaming inside my head: "You have a school already, so why bother?! Oh wait! You have to graduate first and get stellar grades! HAHA." Maybe it's like my own version of Peyton's sarcastic goth angel, only a little perkier and slightly more annoying. As Mikka and I sat down together a while ago, we were so eager to cross out yet another day in our pseudo perspective-booster aka our school year calendar at the back of my Trigo notebook. "54 days na lang!" we both eagerly shouted. So did everyone else after us. After that, I was struck by a teensyweensy bit of fervor and all of a sudden I'm ready and awake for Trigo. Okay.. so maybe it took a short trip to the restroom (HEHEHE ♥) to shoo away the Z's, but at least I wasn't a zombie for the rest of the period. =) Does this mean our calendar is actually working? Is it giving me keenness and determination to finish the year right, by reminding me that with the last few days, I really have to work extra hard? I hope so. The Senior Complex is seriously damaging my brain cells. If this timetable will stop me from turning into an automaton before the end of the school year, well then, I'll let it save me. I just really need my usual perky-responsible-school-girl mode to get me through this last quarter. In less convoluted updates.. It's funny how I dreamed of my best friend Hope the other night with a certain someone she also dreamed of some nights before. It's like my dream was a sequel to hers! I'm not going to tell you what it is (in accordance to the Best Friend Code which says you cannot publicize the secret dreams of your best friend, LOL) but it was certainly hilarious! How else could I have visualized her in that situation if we weren't connected in some weird cosmic kind of way?! I told her about it this morning and we laughed our heads off. Apparently, we're so in synch that we even have connected trances. Unbelievable. It's things like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have found a best friend, like a long lost sister or a brotha sistah from anotha motha.. and to think we became friends-4-ever at five years old, way back in kindergarten! Enemy, if you're reading this, I'm sure this beats a whole dozen letters from you-know-who, so you better be touched. Haha. =) AND THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL. I saw the first three episodes of One Tree Hill last night! I swear to God, it was beyond words. I cannot even begin to explain the adrenaline that blasted through my arteries. For the whole time I was watching, my eyes were completely glued to the screen and my ears tuned out any kind of noise that wasn't part of the dialogs. It's like relapsing from a drug-recovery. I was so caught up in the Tree Hill world, it was euphoric. I won't be giving any spoilers because it's most definitely worth the watching (and downloading). Watcha waiting, watcha watcha waiting for?! By the way, this is my 205th post! Can you believe it? More than two hundred, and still counting. I'd like to think of a better way to end it, but I'm typing so quickly I can't even screen my thoughts, because I have yet to click the Print button for the pictures for the SC Bulletin board. So yeah. Later y'all.
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205th.
I definitely think I have some kind of Senior complex or something. One day I'm super lazy, the next day I'm partially-lazy. (This means I'm still lazy, but at least the proportions go down by a half) Symptoms include a little voice screaming inside my head: "You have a school already, so why bother?! Oh wait! You have to graduate first and get stellar grades! HAHA." Maybe it's like my own version of Peyton's sarcastic goth angel, only a little perkier and slightly more annoying. As Mikka and I sat down together a while ago, we were so eager to cross out yet another day in our pseudo perspective-booster aka our school year calendar at the back of my Trigo notebook. "54 days na lang!" we both eagerly shouted. So did everyone else after us. After that, I was struck by a teensyweensy bit of fervor and all of a sudden I'm ready and awake for Trigo. Okay.. so maybe it took a short trip to the restroom (HEHEHE ♥) to shoo away the Z's, but at least I wasn't a zombie for the rest of the period. =) Does this mean our calendar is actually working? Is it giving me keenness and determination to finish the year right, by reminding me that with the last few days, I really have to work extra hard? I hope so. The Senior Complex is seriously damaging my brain cells. If this timetable will stop me from turning into an automaton before the end of the school year, well then, I'll let it save me. I just really need my usual perky-responsible-school-girl mode to get me through this last quarter. In less convoluted updates.. It's funny how I dreamed of my best friend Hope the other night with a certain someone she also dreamed of some nights before. It's like my dream was a sequel to hers! I'm not going to tell you what it is (in accordance to the Best Friend Code which says you cannot publicize the secret dreams of your best friend, LOL) but it was certainly hilarious! How else could I have visualized her in that situation if we weren't connected in some weird cosmic kind of way?! I told her about it this morning and we laughed our heads off. Apparently, we're so in synch that we even have connected trances. Unbelievable. It's things like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have found a best friend, like a long lost sister or a brotha sistah from anotha motha.. and to think we became friends-4-ever at five years old, way back in kindergarten! Enemy, if you're reading this, I'm sure this beats a whole dozen letters from you-know-who, so you better be touched. Haha. =) AND THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL. I saw the first three episodes of One Tree Hill last night! I swear to God, it was beyond words. I cannot even begin to explain the adrenaline that blasted through my arteries. For the whole time I was watching, my eyes were completely glued to the screen and my ears tuned out any kind of noise that wasn't part of the dialogs. It's like relapsing from a drug-recovery. I was so caught up in the Tree Hill world, it was euphoric. I won't be giving any spoilers because it's most definitely worth the watching (and downloading). Watcha waiting, watcha watcha waiting for?! By the way, this is my 205th post! Can you believe it? More than two hundred, and still counting. I'd like to think of a better way to end it, but I'm typing so quickly I can't even screen my thoughts, because I have yet to click the Print button for the pictures for the SC Bulletin board. So yeah. Later y'all.
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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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