100th post

It’s my 100th post since I started blogging. Not too much of a reason to celebrate, really. Nevertheless, I wanted to mark this one with a little something – I could do a Top 100 list about this blog, but that would be a tad too tedious and I’d bore you to death. So I’d just post some Fast Facts/Figures of my blog. This is as random as it gets. Here we go!

– Christened “Braving the Beyond” last July 29, 2005
– In only a matter of a fortnight, changed my blog title to “In Transit”
– Had 3 design face lifts in just a matter of 1 month since I started blogging
– A new design, inspired by the color palette of a pair of swimming trunks, has been in the works for four months now
– Posted 3 spa session entries, one of which was rather steamy
– Made 4 movie reviews – Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle (wtf?!), L’Auberge Espagnole, and The Brothers Grimm
– Had 6 entries named after songs – Luxurious, Walk On, Crash & Burn, (Are You Ready To) Jump, Let It Will Be, (I’ll Be) Anticipating
– Got gay bashed in my CBox, once
– 3 memes
– Got poetic once
– Logged 2 trip reports – Kuala Lumpur and Hong Kong
– Did 4 TV show reviews: The Amazing Race, Lost, Pinoy Big Brother, The Apprentice
– Confessed Madonna-related stories in 7 entries
– Gave 2 concert reviews
– Rafael Rossell revealed in 3 entries
– Chris Evans torched us up in 1 entry, but with 2 photos of him in it
– Wrote 5 music reviews
– Embedded 1 video clip
– 29 beautiful people in my blogroll
– Highest number of comments in an entry: 17 – updated
– Last comment received: from a beautiful stranger saying, “Nice pics of Raf (Rafael Rossell)… He’s gonna find out about this website soon!!! Hehehe…”

Bring it on, baby!

dog day

I’d like to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year of the Fiery Dog!

And speaking of dogs, I might be adopting a toy poodle pretty soon, courtesy of one of my colleagues at work. I am excited about this one, since the last time I had a dog, one of those mongrils though and not some swanky furball, was many years ago. I got some piece of dog petting for the last two days when my nieces’ mini pinscher (pictured here) stayed in our home for some vaccination work. She’s such a cute fella, highly active, and it just delights me everytime she wags her short tail.

But of course, it’s not always pretty to pet dogs, like when they just shit wherever they want to – case in point Ella (the minpin) shitting on the carpet, near the fridge, by the foot of the stairs. Now this ticks off my dad, most especially, so I am kinda worried about still getting the toy poodle, which I plan to name Oslo by the way. Since I read that toy poodles are highly intelligent, I could probably just train him to go clawing on the door whenever he feels the need to poo. If only he could hop on the toilet, shit senseless, and flush afterwards, like that cat from the Meet the Parents video, then there would be no problem at all.

While Oslo is still chugging milk from his mom and his papers are well underway, I still have a few weeks to persuade my folks and drop hints that it’d be a lovely idea to have a toy dog running around the house. In the meantime, I hope all of you are enjoying the festivities as we welcome the Year of the Dog. Woof Woof!

mac-nificent!

Twelve inches. I’m gonna cream in my pants.

Before you think of anything prurient and hot, I’m referring to my newly-acquired 12″ Powerbook G4. It’s so *beeping* beautiful, that I could just as easily cream in my pants – with every brush of my fingers on its aluminum casing, just by looking at its striking silver beauty.

I am still learning the ropes since this is the first time that I’m using a Mac. If what others say is true, that “once you go Mac, you’ll never go back (to PC, that is),” then I’m gonna be one happy camper.

Okay, back to my Mac. This night is gonna be long. Have a good night/day, everyone!

"pacman" bites and beats

I am no sports journalist nor a boxing enthusiast, but Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao’s (Philippines) super featherweight match with Erik “El Terrible” Morales (Mexico) today in Las Vegas got me, pun intended, hooked in sports, even just for a day.

As there was no match title at stake, it was all about national pride. With Morales defeating Pacquiao in an earlier match, the whole nation was all fired up in backing up Pacman and in a shared vow to take down the Chicano hottie.

See, this is why I couldn’t become a sports journalist. I would, in some way, always annotate my report with the words hottie, stud, cutie, or ripped god. Or describe in deliciously succinct manner the fluid flexing of the athletes’ muscles, the visibility of bulge lines (love those Eastern European gymnasts or those synchronized divers) or better yet, the bouncing dicks of those playing the 100-meter dash.

Anyway, Morales fell down to his knees, twice, on the tenth round of the 12-round bout, with Pacquiao delivering punches to the face from all angles and hard blows to Morales’ gut. Technical knock-out baby! That was the biggest blow in Morales’ boxing career history, as he has never been knocked down in any of his matches before. What sweet victory!

Down boy, down!

So Pacquiao, national hero, is two million US dollars richer. If only he would give a handful of greenbacks to his cheering fans. I would definitely become a convert, not only for a day.

Photo credit: AP Photo/Mark J. Terrill

never gone tour in manila

It’s Friday night and with Bangkok totally out of the picture, I settled for the next best thing – the Never Gone Tour of the Backstreet Boys in Manila.

The concert was a mish mash of their delicious pre-pubescent (haha!) pop hits (remember how skinny Nick C. was in their first video, and how the rumor that he’s actually a woman wildly ran around, well in Manila at least?) and the recent releases from the Never Gone album. Clocking in at around 90 minutes, zero costume changes, a 100-pound heavier Nick Carter, still five cute guys, a thousand dancing cellphone lights, and an over-the-top decibel reading of screaming fans, Never Gone Tour Manila was a fairly fun aural/visual feast. Michael Buble’s was better, in my O.

Picture time! Photos are of shitty quality, though. Ulk.