Being Bora virgins (most of us, at least), my friends and I were really excited to spend a weekend in the island. Sure, we did look forward to the sun, sand and sea, but honestly, I think we wanted to spread “crack” and “crazy” more. In fairness to us, we succeeded.

Gerry’s Gang goes to Bora!

Anyway, here’s a quick recap of our Bora trip, as told in pictures. WARNING: IMAGE-HEAVY!

Things I did in Bora…

1. EAT

I’m not ashamed to admit that I starved my self to death kinda went on a diet a month before the vacation. Swimsuits are tiny and I wanted to fit in them without looking like a loaf. However, soon as we got out of the hotel, I pretty much forgot about my figure and ate like a hungry truck driver.

Non-spicy Indian food of win (I can’t eat spicy food, remember? Much to the dismay of Wil and Trina)

The famous Jona’s shakes, Trina’s iced tea, my tap water and Mishi’s boobs

Sandara Park had always amused me.

For someone who fails in English/Tagalog, had VERY limited roles on TV/films and couldn’t really perform that well, she became a phenomenon in the Philippines. Even if you’re not a fan, you have to at least give her that much. She bitchslapped every single rising star in 2004.

But like any other phenomenon, she soon became yesterday’s news. We can blame Hero Angeles btw, is he gay? for screwing her over or the fact that she left for Korea for almost half a year, which led to people forgetting about her existence or hell, we can even blame Kim Chiu. Point is, it had been a downward spiral for her career ever since.

And then came Lolli-lolli-oh-lollipop. (Nah, that’s not how we do it…)

Yesterday, May 9, 2009, I gave a talk about video blogging with Azrael Colladilla. If you think my post will be boring and shit like that first sentence, you’re wrong. Because no matter how awesome the event was (and really, it was made of win), I, being Kring, had a lot of fail moments.

So I went there looking like I’d have a client meeting and even wore my shiny booties for full effect. Just so you know, guys, I don’t look like crap all the time. I dress up, too, sometimes. But the cab driver dropped me off somewhere and I had to walk on rocks and grasses and I dunno, random asphalt to get to the building.

Just as I entered Malcolm Hall, boing! My heel snapped. And those are like brand new Janilyns. WUT. I thought of buying a gum to stick it back in place but then I became unstupid and started to panic when I realized I was in UP Law and not some silly Mentos commercial.

Did I mention I haven’t even registered yet at that time? Pwnd.