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First Day High version 2.0
Because of my colds, I've been feeling extremely indolent and tired for the past few days. I was even too lazy to open my computer [gasp!] -- until now. Basically I've been doing the best way to pass the time: sleeping. And now, all that sleeping is what's keeping me up tonight. So yeah, here I am. How was your first day/week back for the new semester, people? As for me, it was okay. Most of you probably know this: we started our classes last Friday. Corny, I know. What's one more weekend right? But being the nerdy girl that I am, I couldn't help feeling psyched too. One month away from my "second life" made me miss UP and Katipunan a lot. So despite my constant complaining, I was secretly excited as well. That cost me sleep during my first night back at the dorm. I kept tossing and turning like I did on the night of June 9th. I am such a geek. First class was PE. Despite it being at eight in the morning, and being a usually-laughed-at choice, ["Folk dance?! Are you totally kidding me?" Uh, I'm totally not.] I was quite excited because I knew Ayiene and I are classmates! A good friend for a classmate is enough reason to pull me out of bed early in the morning. It was funny because I actually never noticed the dance area despite the many times I've been to the gym. It was this small little corner with mirrors on the wall, like those in an actual dance studio -- except that it's inside a gymnasium with only a net separating it from the court. Which makes it look a little bit out of place. While waiting for our professor, I giddily told Ayiene and Mariah about my ultimately kilig experience with Chris Tiu last October 10. Swooning over Chris Tiu first thing in the morning -- what a way to start my day! :) Soon, our professor arrived and checked our attendance. She told us her requirements and some reminders. Our final test would be tinikling! Woooh! I now have a reason to be thankful that I took our tinikling classes in fourth year seriously. Shortly after, we were dismissed. I went straight to AS to meet with my CrEnggBB friends at our tambayan. I missed them a lot, but honestly, I didn't really feel like we were apart for a whole month [with the exception of my birthday celebration]. I don't know if it's because time flew by so quickly or because school really just has a way of creeping up to you and taking over your life right away. Luckily, I still had an hour or so to kill before my next class so we did a little catching up with each other. At 10 o'clock was my Comm3 class. As I entered the room, I immediately saw a familiar face so I sat right next to him. And turns out, he was my classmate in Eng11. I knew it. We talked while we waited for our professor -- who by the way didn't show up. Surprisingly, in the short amount of time we chit-chatted, I found out a lot about him. I'm such a conversationalist, I'm starting to think maybe I'm not supposed to be a writer! His name's Keith, by the way. I made him promise to save me a seat next week. Haha. A good friend of ours from high school, Cecile, and her dad, together with her classmate Karla C. [aka Karlaloveschocolate!] passed by UP last Friday. We ate together for lunch and did lots of catching up with each other. Her dad told us lots of stories about his UP life too and they really made us laugh. We asked them about their La Salle life so far and we compared how things are going on in our respective sides of Metro Manila. I found out that no matter what university you are in, terror Math teachers, girls wearing short-short-shorts and overly affectionate couples will always be present. I rushed back to get to my Italian10 class at 1 pm. This was the one class that I was extremely looking forward to. Upon reaching CAL 502, I immediately saw two of my Kas-mates from the first sem, Justine and Nicole. Then came Karla U. [Inna's blockmate]. I was so surprised that a lot of people I knew would be taking this class as well. After a few more minutes of chitchatting, it suddenly and abruptly dawned on me that I was in the wrong class! I couldn't believe it! CAL 502 is for my CW10 class on Tuesday. Damn excitement. I quickly rushed out of the room after my epiphany and on my way out I saw Reg, Jan, and Enzo all going to CAL 502 as well -- for their English10 class! I briefly told them my little story and rushed downstairs to look for our room assignment [since Ital10's room was TBA]. Luckily, I saw my blockmate Cathy is my classmate in Italian10, and I asked her if she knew where our room was. CAL 504. What's with me and mistaken-classroom identity on the first days of class? I had a similar incident last sem too. I HOPE THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN EVERY YEAR. I only get to pull out the "I'm Only A Freshman" card twice, you know, and I just consumed the last one. Anyway, our professor didn't show up either. Darn. Because of my brilliant scheming, I'm only up to 2:30 [everyday people! 2:30! *insert evil laugh here*], so Inna and I decided to go back South after class. Instead of going home however, we went straight to MoA because our HS barkada suddenly had an impromptu date which surprisingly pushed through. We ate dinner at Pancake House and shared LOTS of kwentos and chismis, you know the usual -- especially from those who didn't attend my party. Amf. Haha. I had a great time. I miss them terribly.So there. So much for my first day back at school. It isn't as colorful as I expected it to be, but oh well. I have a very good feeling about this upcoming sem. Now that I've tested the UP waters, hopefully I can make this sem way more awesome than the first one. Ugh, the colds are kicking in once again. [*sniff sniff*] Thankfully, I'm starting to feel sleepy. Now I can doze off -- again.
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First Day High version 2.0
Because of my colds, I've been feeling extremely indolent and tired for the past few days. I was even too lazy to open my computer [gasp!] -- until now. Basically I've been doing the best way to pass the time: sleeping. And now, all that sleeping is what's keeping me up tonight. So yeah, here I am. How was your first day/week back for the new semester, people? As for me, it was okay. Most of you probably know this: we started our classes last Friday. Corny, I know. What's one more weekend right? But being the nerdy girl that I am, I couldn't help feeling psyched too. One month away from my "second life" made me miss UP and Katipunan a lot. So despite my constant complaining, I was secretly excited as well. That cost me sleep during my first night back at the dorm. I kept tossing and turning like I did on the night of June 9th. I am such a geek. First class was PE. Despite it being at eight in the morning, and being a usually-laughed-at choice, ["Folk dance?! Are you totally kidding me?" Uh, I'm totally not.] I was quite excited because I knew Ayiene and I are classmates! A good friend for a classmate is enough reason to pull me out of bed early in the morning. It was funny because I actually never noticed the dance area despite the many times I've been to the gym. It was this small little corner with mirrors on the wall, like those in an actual dance studio -- except that it's inside a gymnasium with only a net separating it from the court. Which makes it look a little bit out of place. While waiting for our professor, I giddily told Ayiene and Mariah about my ultimately kilig experience with Chris Tiu last October 10. Swooning over Chris Tiu first thing in the morning -- what a way to start my day! :) Soon, our professor arrived and checked our attendance. She told us her requirements and some reminders. Our final test would be tinikling! Woooh! I now have a reason to be thankful that I took our tinikling classes in fourth year seriously. Shortly after, we were dismissed. I went straight to AS to meet with my CrEnggBB friends at our tambayan. I missed them a lot, but honestly, I didn't really feel like we were apart for a whole month [with the exception of my birthday celebration]. I don't know if it's because time flew by so quickly or because school really just has a way of creeping up to you and taking over your life right away. Luckily, I still had an hour or so to kill before my next class so we did a little catching up with each other. At 10 o'clock was my Comm3 class. As I entered the room, I immediately saw a familiar face so I sat right next to him. And turns out, he was my classmate in Eng11. I knew it. We talked while we waited for our professor -- who by the way didn't show up. Surprisingly, in the short amount of time we chit-chatted, I found out a lot about him. I'm such a conversationalist, I'm starting to think maybe I'm not supposed to be a writer! His name's Keith, by the way. I made him promise to save me a seat next week. Haha. A good friend of ours from high school, Cecile, and her dad, together with her classmate Karla C. [aka Karlaloveschocolate!] passed by UP last Friday. We ate together for lunch and did lots of catching up with each other. Her dad told us lots of stories about his UP life too and they really made us laugh. We asked them about their La Salle life so far and we compared how things are going on in our respective sides of Metro Manila. I found out that no matter what university you are in, terror Math teachers, girls wearing short-short-shorts and overly affectionate couples will always be present. I rushed back to get to my Italian10 class at 1 pm. This was the one class that I was extremely looking forward to. Upon reaching CAL 502, I immediately saw two of my Kas-mates from the first sem, Justine and Nicole. Then came Karla U. [Inna's blockmate]. I was so surprised that a lot of people I knew would be taking this class as well. After a few more minutes of chitchatting, it suddenly and abruptly dawned on me that I was in the wrong class! I couldn't believe it! CAL 502 is for my CW10 class on Tuesday. Damn excitement. I quickly rushed out of the room after my epiphany and on my way out I saw Reg, Jan, and Enzo all going to CAL 502 as well -- for their English10 class! I briefly told them my little story and rushed downstairs to look for our room assignment [since Ital10's room was TBA]. Luckily, I saw my blockmate Cathy is my classmate in Italian10, and I asked her if she knew where our room was. CAL 504. What's with me and mistaken-classroom identity on the first days of class? I had a similar incident last sem too. I HOPE THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN EVERY YEAR. I only get to pull out the "I'm Only A Freshman" card twice, you know, and I just consumed the last one. Anyway, our professor didn't show up either. Darn. Because of my brilliant scheming, I'm only up to 2:30 [everyday people! 2:30! *insert evil laugh here*], so Inna and I decided to go back South after class. Instead of going home however, we went straight to MoA because our HS barkada suddenly had an impromptu date which surprisingly pushed through. We ate dinner at Pancake House and shared LOTS of kwentos and chismis, you know the usual -- especially from those who didn't attend my party. Amf. Haha. I had a great time. I miss them terribly.So there. So much for my first day back at school. It isn't as colorful as I expected it to be, but oh well. I have a very good feeling about this upcoming sem. Now that I've tested the UP waters, hopefully I can make this sem way more awesome than the first one. Ugh, the colds are kicking in once again. [*sniff sniff*] Thankfully, I'm starting to feel sleepy. Now I can doze off -- again.
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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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(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.)
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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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