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D is for Domination!
Block D 2016!
Best Block /Overall Champion of Freshie Night 2012
Guess who won as Best Block for Freshie Week?
Let's go Block D! #DisforDomination #1D #oneDirection :)))))
Yes, despite the amount of schoolwork we have to deal with, the first years had time for this. I honestly didn't think how anyone could decide to hold events in the middle of July in law school, but as if we haven't already been "initiated" enough, we had our Freshie Week, a competition between freshman blocks that included games and activities such as debate, Amazing Races, quiz bees, and obstacle relays for an entire week. Our block held a commanding lead all throughout, and we won big in the major events during the last night, including 2nd place for Ms. Freshie (Malcolm's version of Ms. Eng'g), and 1st place for the block performance (Spice Girls!!!). We only prepared for these the night before because we had our first major exam to worry about first, but we managed to pull through. So, woot woot! \:D/
I couldn't possibly be any luckier that I am part of this diverse, talented, and incredibly intelligent mix of people. A lot of days I feel like giving up, but really, these people make me want to try harder and always keep pushing - if only to prove to myself that I deserve to stay in the company of such wonderful friends.
Saturday was a fun night. It just goes to show that there really is life in law school, if you just look hard enough. It's fun, and it's not such a horrible place to be in. The people around you are just as stressed and just as defeated, but they're just as game and sabaw as well. It's always comforting to realize that you're all on the same boat, just getting by everyday with a little sense of humor and a little more pluckiness. It's nice to have nights like this to remind us that we're still human beings and that we can all let our guards down for a while and see each other like normal people again.
(Then Sunday night comes and suddenly, it's back to regular programming. What a downer - the weather isn't helping.)
__ Labels: law school
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So it has come to this.
I was quietly grocery shopping at the nearby supermarket when they started playing Justin Bieber's "Baby."
Thought you'd always be mine, mine.
Oh God, why.
________________________________________________________________
So, how are you, Karla?
Yesterday, I've been afforded a law school miracle by way of suspension of classes. Our prof for Legal Methods decided to not hold class due to the inclement weather and for the first time in a long while, I had faith in the universe again. No kidding. I seriously needed that break.
Law school is tough. I'm saying this as plainly and simply as it could get - because what else is there to say? It just really is difficult, period. I thought I loved it enough, I thought I wanted it enough. But apparently, no amount of Ally McBeal and Suits can ever make one prepared for what's out here. In the TV shows, we never see the lawyers reading cases, and we hardly ever hear them complain about getting called for a bad recitation or a failing mark. (Well, they sure don't talk about their law school experiences, do they?) Sure, they lose in court or they get yelled at by clients. But at the end of the day, they have their swanky offices or hot, muscled co-workers to affirm them - and balance is restored. Their egos remain intact, and all is right in the world again.
Meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure out how to just get through everyday.
Suddenly, my days have been divided into either reading cases or reciting them. I hardly have time for sleep. My bookshelves are already getting filled with readings, and we're barely halfway into the semester. All my money's being spent on photocopied cases. I rarely ever see people outside law school anymore.
It's exhausting. Law school is hardly forgiving - one never feels like you've done enough, one never feels like you're deserving of anything. It's like a jealous, clingy mistress, they say. It eats you up, it tears you apart. It can get to you - especially deep into the night, like while you're reviewing for an impossible exam with 137 cases, and you realize you only have three hours before class - it can really get to you; it can make you question what you want and why you want them. It can make you feel like maybe all the mental, emotional, and physical torture's just not worth it; you'd rather keep your sanity than pride.
Sometimes, I think, when will it get easier? Will it ever? Sometimes, I wish I still had someone to share all this with, so that at the very least I'd have an anchor, some constant I can hold onto. It can all get so frustrating that perhaps even just fingers in between mine would suffice and give things a sense of being kept together. And then sometimes, I just resign myself to the thought that perhaps I'm better off handling all this on my own than having someone who would probably not understand anyway.
I'm tired, yes. I'm confused, yes. But I'm also still just here. I have nowhere to go and have no place else to be. I earned my spot here. I have no choice but to muddle through the best way I can and just get going. Maybe it's going to get better soon enough, maybe it won't. But at least despite everything I'm uncertain of right now, there is one thing I'm sure of, one thing that cannot be denied: I'm here.
And I guess I'm staying.
-- Labels: law school
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May Masabi Lang, Supreme Court Justice-style
CRUZ, J., concurring:
Instead of merely affixing my singature to signify my concurrence, I write this separate opinion simply to say I have nothing to add to Justice Irene R. Cortes' exceptionally eloquent celebration of the right of information on matters of public concern.
(from Valmonte vs. Belmonte, Jr.)
O di ba. Pwede namang, "I concur" na lang kung hindi rin naman pala marami yung sasabihin. But noooo, he just had to say this. May masabi lang talaga eh. :))
(This is basically what has become of me lately - finding humor in the most hopeless of places: cases. #ohgodwhy)
-- Labels: law school
________________________________________________________________
That feeling
of trying, but never really getting there.
Like with Consti. I spent all day reading and what do I get? The awful realization that I still have about, what, forty cases to go before our exam on Thursday. Like with sleep. I try to squeeze in as many possible minutes (minutes!) I can after classes but the body will always want more, of course it will. It's bound to reach its tipping point one of these days. Like with you. And the many things and people and tastes I try to put in your place but instead only end up making me realize how absent you are, how much these fries aren't as crunchy as those we tried doing, how much these people sound like you, how much they don't, how much they get me, how much they won't, how nothing will ever measure up to you, how it's not you, never you, no longer you.
________________________________________________________________
Law school - so far -
- has been taking away sleep and rest from me, loading me with too many cases (on average, around 60-70 a week), and making me feel like the most inadequate person in the world.
But it has also given me the most amazing set of people, and right now, I just can't complain.
________________________________________________________________
D is for Domination!
Block D 2016!
Best Block /Overall Champion of Freshie Night 2012
Guess who won as Best Block for Freshie Week?
Let's go Block D! #DisforDomination #1D #oneDirection :)))))
Yes, despite the amount of schoolwork we have to deal with, the first years had time for this. I honestly didn't think how anyone could decide to hold events in the middle of July in law school, but as if we haven't already been "initiated" enough, we had our Freshie Week, a competition between freshman blocks that included games and activities such as debate, Amazing Races, quiz bees, and obstacle relays for an entire week. Our block held a commanding lead all throughout, and we won big in the major events during the last night, including 2nd place for Ms. Freshie (Malcolm's version of Ms. Eng'g), and 1st place for the block performance (Spice Girls!!!). We only prepared for these the night before because we had our first major exam to worry about first, but we managed to pull through. So, woot woot! \:D/
I couldn't possibly be any luckier that I am part of this diverse, talented, and incredibly intelligent mix of people. A lot of days I feel like giving up, but really, these people make me want to try harder and always keep pushing - if only to prove to myself that I deserve to stay in the company of such wonderful friends.
Saturday was a fun night. It just goes to show that there really is life in law school, if you just look hard enough. It's fun, and it's not such a horrible place to be in. The people around you are just as stressed and just as defeated, but they're just as game and sabaw as well. It's always comforting to realize that you're all on the same boat, just getting by everyday with a little sense of humor and a little more pluckiness. It's nice to have nights like this to remind us that we're still human beings and that we can all let our guards down for a while and see each other like normal people again.
(Then Sunday night comes and suddenly, it's back to regular programming. What a downer - the weather isn't helping.)
__ Labels: law school
________________________________________________________________
So it has come to this.
I was quietly grocery shopping at the nearby supermarket when they started playing Justin Bieber's "Baby."
Thought you'd always be mine, mine.
Oh God, why.
________________________________________________________________
So, how are you, Karla?
Yesterday, I've been afforded a law school miracle by way of suspension of classes. Our prof for Legal Methods decided to not hold class due to the inclement weather and for the first time in a long while, I had faith in the universe again. No kidding. I seriously needed that break.
Law school is tough. I'm saying this as plainly and simply as it could get - because what else is there to say? It just really is difficult, period. I thought I loved it enough, I thought I wanted it enough. But apparently, no amount of Ally McBeal and Suits can ever make one prepared for what's out here. In the TV shows, we never see the lawyers reading cases, and we hardly ever hear them complain about getting called for a bad recitation or a failing mark. (Well, they sure don't talk about their law school experiences, do they?) Sure, they lose in court or they get yelled at by clients. But at the end of the day, they have their swanky offices or hot, muscled co-workers to affirm them - and balance is restored. Their egos remain intact, and all is right in the world again.
Meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure out how to just get through everyday.
Suddenly, my days have been divided into either reading cases or reciting them. I hardly have time for sleep. My bookshelves are already getting filled with readings, and we're barely halfway into the semester. All my money's being spent on photocopied cases. I rarely ever see people outside law school anymore.
It's exhausting. Law school is hardly forgiving - one never feels like you've done enough, one never feels like you're deserving of anything. It's like a jealous, clingy mistress, they say. It eats you up, it tears you apart. It can get to you - especially deep into the night, like while you're reviewing for an impossible exam with 137 cases, and you realize you only have three hours before class - it can really get to you; it can make you question what you want and why you want them. It can make you feel like maybe all the mental, emotional, and physical torture's just not worth it; you'd rather keep your sanity than pride.
Sometimes, I think, when will it get easier? Will it ever? Sometimes, I wish I still had someone to share all this with, so that at the very least I'd have an anchor, some constant I can hold onto. It can all get so frustrating that perhaps even just fingers in between mine would suffice and give things a sense of being kept together. And then sometimes, I just resign myself to the thought that perhaps I'm better off handling all this on my own than having someone who would probably not understand anyway.
I'm tired, yes. I'm confused, yes. But I'm also still just here. I have nowhere to go and have no place else to be. I earned my spot here. I have no choice but to muddle through the best way I can and just get going. Maybe it's going to get better soon enough, maybe it won't. But at least despite everything I'm uncertain of right now, there is one thing I'm sure of, one thing that cannot be denied: I'm here.
And I guess I'm staying.
-- Labels: law school
________________________________________________________________
May Masabi Lang, Supreme Court Justice-style
CRUZ, J., concurring:
Instead of merely affixing my singature to signify my concurrence, I write this separate opinion simply to say I have nothing to add to Justice Irene R. Cortes' exceptionally eloquent celebration of the right of information on matters of public concern.
(from Valmonte vs. Belmonte, Jr.)
O di ba. Pwede namang, "I concur" na lang kung hindi rin naman pala marami yung sasabihin. But noooo, he just had to say this. May masabi lang talaga eh. :))
(This is basically what has become of me lately - finding humor in the most hopeless of places: cases. #ohgodwhy)
-- Labels: law school
________________________________________________________________
That feeling
of trying, but never really getting there.
Like with Consti. I spent all day reading and what do I get? The awful realization that I still have about, what, forty cases to go before our exam on Thursday. Like with sleep. I try to squeeze in as many possible minutes (minutes!) I can after classes but the body will always want more, of course it will. It's bound to reach its tipping point one of these days. Like with you. And the many things and people and tastes I try to put in your place but instead only end up making me realize how absent you are, how much these fries aren't as crunchy as those we tried doing, how much these people sound like you, how much they don't, how much they get me, how much they won't, how nothing will ever measure up to you, how it's not you, never you, no longer you.
________________________________________________________________
Law school - so far -
- has been taking away sleep and rest from me, loading me with too many cases (on average, around 60-70 a week), and making me feel like the most inadequate person in the world.
But it has also given me the most amazing set of people, and right now, I just can't complain.
________________________________________________________________
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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