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One more night, that was a good one.
Try as he might, he's unable to speakHe grabs her by the hair and strokes her on the cheekThe bed is unmade, like everything isDark little heaven at the top of the stairs.-- One More Night (Your Ex-Lover Remains Dead)
It's been almost a year since I first heard of this band, and I am still completely obsessed with them. Stars is such a powerful, enigmatic band with songs so gut-wrenching, so emotional; they make heartaches sound so beautiful.
This is just one of my most favorite songs. In a nutshell, it's about break-up sex. But listen to it more carefully and it speaks so much more of the anger, the pain, the anguish that never really go away long after things have ended. It's actually the "sequel" to one of their more popular songs, "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" which is about exes seeing each other again after their separation.
Listen to that part after the second chorus. Just beautiful. You know what they say about songs getting you through? This song always does.
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Meanwhile, I am in a happy place right now :) Bygones.
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Only ones who know.
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling That it was her heart that he was stealing
Things didn't turn out the way I expected. But I think I'm actually liking it.
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School is eating up most of my time. Oh acads, when will you stop being such a headache?
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Spillover ponderings.
We're seven days into the new year and yet somehow I'm just only realizing stuff about 2009. I guess I've been putting off my dramatic recollections for some other time, or probably dodging it completely because I just want to let it all go, but because of our Philo1 class today I was forced to look back and reflect on how 2009 really was.
Actually, our prof asked us about one belief that we've held onto for almost all our lives until we grew up and realized they weren't necessarily true. Like Santa Claus, for example.
When I was a kid, I was made to believe that as long as you're a good person you can get whatever you want. It was an effective motivation for me, especially for school. I would study well and get good grades because I knew I would get a prize after: a new toy or dress. It's a rational way of looking at things -- do good, get reward. But then growing up, I found out it doesn't always turn out that way. Sometimes, things still don't go your way even if you know you truly deserved it. No matter how hard you work for something, sometimes it just won't fall onto your lap.
Long story short: Life's unfair.
Well that's cynical. But I guess that really how things turn out most of the time, and that has proven itself true time and time again for me, especially in 2009. I couldn't understand why things just didn't go smoothly when I was doing nothing wrong. I knew I deserved to get what I wanted, but I still didn't get it. Twice.
I guess we all come out a little bit more jaded as more new years become last years and more life becomes history. Honestly, what has this "uncovering" of reality caused me other than suffering? Now I have to live through the fact that life is devious. It's always out to get me.
But is that any reason to just give up completely? No. If anything, it should make us better persons -- it teaches us to deal with miseries, and be more grateful for the blessings.
So 2009, you may have been tiring and heartbreaking. But what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger :) Now, I'm really ready for you 2010!
P.S. I'm reconsidering: I think I just might consider having a new year's resolution -- SLEEP MORE. Gaaah, I haven't truly appreciated the beauty of afternoon siestas until yesterday!
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Returning to the war zone.
I'm still in denial that school starts tomorrow. Despite the obligatory "I will do better this year!" sentiments, a part of me refuses to go back to the battlefield this soon. I don't feel like doing a dramatic monologue, submitting a paper, or reading about philosophy just yet. I just want lie around the house and do a marathon of my favorite comedy shows. And eat cookies.
And yet no amount of wanting can stop time. So much for wanting to be more optimistic as the new year comes. It's not that I don't resolve to do good (or better) this year -- it's just so hard to battle with that evil genius Sloth. It almost always wins. Any tips on how to defeat it for good?
Oh well, at least I have something to get me through this week: NE-YO! :) I honestly cannot wait. It's the only thing I'm looking forward to right now. And hey, it's a lovely motivation, mind you. I'd think of it like this: Ne-Yo serenading me with Because of You would be my prize for working hard despite the laziness this week. Doesn't sound so bad to me!
I hope school starts well for all of you, guys :)
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Hello, goodbye.
"Live through this and you won't look back." -- Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars
And indeed, I won't. Thank you for making me stronger, 2009. Now it's finally time to let you go.
Hello, 2010. I can't wait to rock you!
Q&A.
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One more night, that was a good one.
Try as he might, he's unable to speakHe grabs her by the hair and strokes her on the cheekThe bed is unmade, like everything isDark little heaven at the top of the stairs.-- One More Night (Your Ex-Lover Remains Dead)
It's been almost a year since I first heard of this band, and I am still completely obsessed with them. Stars is such a powerful, enigmatic band with songs so gut-wrenching, so emotional; they make heartaches sound so beautiful.
This is just one of my most favorite songs. In a nutshell, it's about break-up sex. But listen to it more carefully and it speaks so much more of the anger, the pain, the anguish that never really go away long after things have ended. It's actually the "sequel" to one of their more popular songs, "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" which is about exes seeing each other again after their separation.
Listen to that part after the second chorus. Just beautiful. You know what they say about songs getting you through? This song always does.
//
Meanwhile, I am in a happy place right now :) Bygones.
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Only ones who know.
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling That it was her heart that he was stealing
Things didn't turn out the way I expected. But I think I'm actually liking it.
//
School is eating up most of my time. Oh acads, when will you stop being such a headache?
________________________________________________________________
Spillover ponderings.
We're seven days into the new year and yet somehow I'm just only realizing stuff about 2009. I guess I've been putting off my dramatic recollections for some other time, or probably dodging it completely because I just want to let it all go, but because of our Philo1 class today I was forced to look back and reflect on how 2009 really was.
Actually, our prof asked us about one belief that we've held onto for almost all our lives until we grew up and realized they weren't necessarily true. Like Santa Claus, for example.
When I was a kid, I was made to believe that as long as you're a good person you can get whatever you want. It was an effective motivation for me, especially for school. I would study well and get good grades because I knew I would get a prize after: a new toy or dress. It's a rational way of looking at things -- do good, get reward. But then growing up, I found out it doesn't always turn out that way. Sometimes, things still don't go your way even if you know you truly deserved it. No matter how hard you work for something, sometimes it just won't fall onto your lap.
Long story short: Life's unfair.
Well that's cynical. But I guess that really how things turn out most of the time, and that has proven itself true time and time again for me, especially in 2009. I couldn't understand why things just didn't go smoothly when I was doing nothing wrong. I knew I deserved to get what I wanted, but I still didn't get it. Twice.
I guess we all come out a little bit more jaded as more new years become last years and more life becomes history. Honestly, what has this "uncovering" of reality caused me other than suffering? Now I have to live through the fact that life is devious. It's always out to get me.
But is that any reason to just give up completely? No. If anything, it should make us better persons -- it teaches us to deal with miseries, and be more grateful for the blessings.
So 2009, you may have been tiring and heartbreaking. But what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger :) Now, I'm really ready for you 2010!
P.S. I'm reconsidering: I think I just might consider having a new year's resolution -- SLEEP MORE. Gaaah, I haven't truly appreciated the beauty of afternoon siestas until yesterday!
________________________________________________________________
Returning to the war zone.
I'm still in denial that school starts tomorrow. Despite the obligatory "I will do better this year!" sentiments, a part of me refuses to go back to the battlefield this soon. I don't feel like doing a dramatic monologue, submitting a paper, or reading about philosophy just yet. I just want lie around the house and do a marathon of my favorite comedy shows. And eat cookies.
And yet no amount of wanting can stop time. So much for wanting to be more optimistic as the new year comes. It's not that I don't resolve to do good (or better) this year -- it's just so hard to battle with that evil genius Sloth. It almost always wins. Any tips on how to defeat it for good?
Oh well, at least I have something to get me through this week: NE-YO! :) I honestly cannot wait. It's the only thing I'm looking forward to right now. And hey, it's a lovely motivation, mind you. I'd think of it like this: Ne-Yo serenading me with Because of You would be my prize for working hard despite the laziness this week. Doesn't sound so bad to me!
I hope school starts well for all of you, guys :)
________________________________________________________________
Hello, goodbye.
"Live through this and you won't look back." -- Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars
And indeed, I won't. Thank you for making me stronger, 2009. Now it's finally time to let you go.
Hello, 2010. I can't wait to rock you!
Q&A.
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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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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.)
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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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