TUMBLR BLOG REVIEW ON (allein.tumblr.com)
I was asked to make a Tumblr blog review about Allein Ibanez of CMC’s blog; however, I am having a hard time doing so. All that there is in his blog is a penguin as his default picture and a blog entry of a picture of the cartoon; “The Penguins of Madagascar” without any details on it. His blog lacks life and the main point of having a blog: blog entries. There weren’t even any details on the owner of the blog, a title for the blog or even a simple background; all there is is a plain picture of the Penguins of Madagascar. The blog entry of the picture of the penguins has been posted a year ago which can make me conclude that the person only made a Tumblr page just for the sake of having one or just plainly because of a school necessity; either way, his blog is insufficient. From the two things that are in his blog, he seems to like penguins. It would’ve been better if he had at least put up some details on the photo of the Penguins of Madagascar.
A blog isn’t that hard to do; any person could do it. Allein Ibanez could’ve put on anything he wanted to blog about, may it be an event that happened to him, a favorite song, his family, girlfriend, literally anything. As a Bedan Marketer, he could’ve thought of ways that he could market the only thing that I know the person likes, penguins. He could blog about a plan to save the penguins. He could’ve made a societal-marketing plan to help penguins; he could’ve put details on how to stop global warming for the penguins to have a home or he could also have blogged about the different penguin breeds. Through this kind of blog, he could’ve educated his readers and maybe even promoted it to people in the environment or even just to the Tumblr community to help spread word of the conditions of the penguins.
Another thing that Allein Ibanez could’ve done is he could’ve been a critic type of blogger. A marketer knows how to critic different types of advertising or marketing campaigns and tell whether it is or would be successful or not. He could’ve done blog entries giving a critique on different advertisements on the Television, Internet campaigns, Radio advertisements or he could’ve critiqued the marketing campaigns of different companies.
By the looks of Allein Ibanez’ blog, I can tell that he is a person who doesn’t like to type things down. He seems to be a person with other interests like maybe Basketball, studies, gaming and doesn’t have that much time for blogging. Basing my opinion on his profile that I found on Facebook, he seems to like love music. He listens to local artists like Nonoy Zuniga and local music ministries.
I couldn’t blame a person for a mediocre blog just basing on my own opinions but I know that he could’ve done a better job on updating it and putting blog entries in it. The grade that I’d give for Allein Ibanez for creativity is 1/20. I gave him this score because his blog is literally empty and all there is, is a picture up a penguin as his default picture and a blog entry of a picture of penguins without a single word or letter describing it. To add insult to injury, his background is very “lame” so to speak. It is the basic default background that Tumblr provides you with as you start. He hasn’t changed it since.
As for writing skills, I’d give this person a 0/20. In his blog, all that he wrote are the details he needed to make the Tumblr site. I couldn’t make myself generous enough to give him a grade for an empty blog; and last, as for quantity, I’d give him 2/20. I gave him a 2/20 because despite of his mediocre blog, there is a single blog entry. No matter how short or plain it is, a blog entry is a blog entry, thus, I’m giving him this grade.
Drank a lot but not feeling drunk at all. Tipsy? Not even. Can I write a decent blog? Damn straight, son.
TONIGHT WAS HELLA CRAZY. It deserves to be blogged.
If you guys don’t know, today is my pal Awi’s birthday and we celebrated it with friends over dinner, drinks and partying. The fun started when I drove the Terrano to Awi’s place and left it there and left immediately for Eastwood with Awi and Jeff on le birthday boy's car.
When we arrived at Eastwood, we had dinner. Fazoli’s(Yum =P~). Twas awesome. It was my first time to eat at that restaurant and it was awesome. New favorite. Affordable pizza, affordable pasta, affordable meals, and to add to that, FREE DRINKS AND BREADSTICKS! WHO DOESN’T LOVE FREE DRINKS AND FOOD?! We (And by we, I mean AWI) bought an ass load of food. A feast of pasta, pizza and unli-breadsticks. We were planning to eat “epicmealtime style” but ended up getting full all to early. There was just too much food; we didn’t even get to finish the pizza. The food was just. too. much. We walked out of Fazoli’s ala-moon man. Nice, easy and slow, and to quote Awi’s famous words, “Pacing lang.” Walking fast wasn’t a choice; the breadsticks were about to burst out of my belly. At that point, the night was already kinda crazy but it was just about to get crazier.
The pasta, pizza and drinks finally settled in our bellies and we were ready to drink(Atleast we though we were ready to drink). We went to this place called “Toyz” to meet up with the other peeps and the beer started flowing. I had a few glasses of beer and a bottle, and already, I really wanted to puke. You know that feeling when you can feel everything in your tummy about explode and your gag reflex is acting up and your mouth is starting to salivate? I WAS EXPERIENCED THAT EXACT FEELING. But, it wasn’t because I was already drunk. IT WAS BECAUSE OF ALL THE DAMN FOOD WE HAD FOR DINNER. Damn breadsticks, got me wanting to puke. I am not a “puker.” It was my first time to want to puke because of a full stomach. Fazoli’s is to blame, their food is just too good.
The reason why we started drinking in the first place was to get us pumped up for the club that we were gonna go to at midnight. It was also to avoid the crazy ass beer and liquor prices inside the bar. The funny part about us drinking in the bar was how we were talking about what we would do when we finally enter the club. We were talking about pick-up lines, dance moves (The sprinkler, The Dougie, That “ankle hold+neck hold bending” dance, and the infamous “The Situation fist pump in the air while holding your shirt up to show your abs” dance), how we’d be each other’s wingman and other shit. Which leads us to the next chapter. THE CLUB.
Alright. So we’re finally in the club and I’ve got 3 words to describe it. TIGHT, SMOKEY, and SAUSAGEFEST. It was my first time to get into a club and I didn’t expect it to be like that. It was crazy; “meh” kind of crazy, not “OHYEAHHHHH” kind of crazy. I wasn’t expecting the Manila party scene to be like that. I was expecting it to be like the ones on TV, like “KEYS TO THE VIP” where there weren’t that much people and talking to people was a breeze. BUT IT WASN’T. IT WAS CRAZY. Plus, it was really funny cause I really wasn’t in a “party mood.” I don’t know if it was because it was my first time to be in a place like that, maybe it’s because I don’t dance or maybe I’m just not a party person but it was funny. I got to meet a few people though. Got to dance a bit. Hangout. Meh. I’m really not a party person, I’m more of a “Inumang bahay” or “Inumang tambay” kind of guy, but i’d like to come back again though, just not anytime soon.
We went home earlier than expected cause the club was filled with ballsacks. The club was a downer. It really was not what I expected. But, on our way home we were laughing like crazy because of how the night was crazy-good at the start and ended up being crazy-bad at the end. It may not seem funny, but trust me, it was. We were laughing our asses off home ‘til I finally got to Awi’s place, where I parked the Terrano. Okay, so I was driving home. It was steady. I didn’t feel drunk at all. Not even tipsy. In just around 10 minutes, I was home already from Awi’s place. HERE COMES THE CLIMAX OF MY NIGHT…
My Dad noticed a few days ago how I parked the Terrano in the garage. He said that I always park too close to the right wall and it’s only a matter of time ‘til you hit the neighbor’s flower pots. He reminded me again this morning how the right way to park is. I thought I learned. I thought I did.
CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER IV:
I think you guys know where this is leading to. While trying to park the Terrano, I took a sharp curve towards the garage and yes, I HIT THE NEIGHBOR’S FLOWER POTS. It was a “What the f*ck?!” moment for me cause I wasn’t even drunk nor tipsy and I hit the damn flowerpots. I quickly ran upstairs to my Mom and Dad’s room and said to them with a smile on my face, “Ma, I accidentally hit Tita Dally’s flowepots while trying to park the Terrano” and my Papa quickly answered, “I KNEW IT! It didn’t take long for you to finally hit those flowerpots. I warned you. I though I told you how to park the Terrano?” I laughed and said sorry. It was funny cause my Dad warned me so many times. For those of you wondering why it’s so hard to park the Terrano, the parking space is perpendicular to the road, the parking space is just enough to fit the Terrano, there’s a car on one side and the turning radius of the Terrano is not that big. It can’t do tight curves. I didn’t hit the flowerpots with the car itself though, it was the big ass wheels that hit the pots. No scratches. I’m safe. Haha!
My Dad and I went downstairs to clean up the neighbor’s porch at 2:30am without the neighbor’s noticing. Talk about early agriculture. (LOL) We gave them one of our flower pots in exchange for what I broke, cleaned all the soil with our barehands and washed off all the remaining soil. The front porch of my neighbor is clean now. All thanks to me and my Dad. When we were done, my Dad told me again, “I knew this was gonna happen. It was only about time” then I laughed and replied to him, “He he. Kaya nga eh. Sorry, Pa.”
I really wanna see the look on my neighbor’s face when they see the flowerpots we changed. LOL. Can’t wait ‘til tomorrow. I gotta say sorry to my neighbor and find a better flower pot.
…AND THAT ENDS MY CRAZY ASS NIGHT. Hope you guys had a crazy ass night aswell. Cheers!
THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO MY BEST BUD, AWI! Happy birthday, Brah! Thanks for the car ride, the food, everything. Thanks, man! Have a great one!
Happy birthday, Ali! :-*
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Today, we headed home early because our Management Accounting professor didn’t show up. At first I was feeling lucky as heck because I can head home early, get to do my assignment, study oblicon and do other stuff.
When we arrived at the Santolan station, it was around 7:00pm; RushHour. Looking for a jeep was a drag. All the Antipolo Jeeps were either full or looking for “Derecho Antipolo” passengers. To add insult to injury, it was raining hard as hell in Santolan.
When I finally got into a jeep, looking for a seat was even harder. I did end up finding some space, but it wasn’t big enough for my ass. No matter how much I tried to fit myself and the people beside me to tried to make some space for me, I really couldn’t fit into the puny space, it was no use. I ended up sitting on my tiptoed feet and boy was that tiring as hell. At that point, I was thinking how bad my day was. I was all wet, tired, and my feet and knees hurt. But after around 20 minutes, I finally got a decent seat.
Sitting, trying to shake off the pain in my knees an feet, I noticed that the girl beside me was all frantic and worried. It was as if she lost something. I asked her, “Ate, nawala po cellphone niyo?” and she said, “Oo, eh.” She was around 14 or 15 years old and she was probably worrying about what her parents would say if they found out. I offered to help her, I used the flashlight from my cellphone to look for hers around but it was no use. I would’ve offered to lend her my cellphone to call hers but I only had 8.50php left and I would’ve lent my hanky to wipe her tears cause she didn’t have one but mine was all wet with rain and sweat. A while after, the jeep finally arrived at my stop. I was sad that I couldn’t help her. On my way down, I just gave her a smile and said sorry. She was grateful that I helped her, she said “Thank you” and managed to give me a smile back though she got her cellphone snatched.
Goes to show that some people, though having a bad day, still appreciate the help of others. I love helping those kind of people. They see the good things in the worst. This just shows that no matter how bad your day is, cheer up. Lots of people are experiencing worse. CHEER UP!
Since class started, I hear my classmates complaining about how sucky our schedule is. But I honestly do not know what they’re complaining about. Our schedule is the shi.. shiznit(My MKC06 professor might read this so I must stop cursing. LOL.) So, i’ll try to make believers out of my classmates that think that our schedule sucks.
REASONS WHY I LOVE MY 1:00PM/4:00pm to 9:00pm SCHEDULE:
I seriously don’t know what you guys are complaining about. I love our schedule. AND I LIVE IN ANTIPOLO. LOL.
After having a great time eating, eating, and eating. I forgot all the hard work I’ve been through just to lose a small pound. Well, that’s life. I can’t resist to my cravings and temptations especially food. @_@ Now, I feel like I’m getting fatter AGAIN! :( So, to end this depressing evening, I will wake up early in the morning tomorrow and kill myself in jogging nonstop until 7am! Whether it’s rain or shine! Good night! :|
F*ck the gym. Real men feast. We dine in hell again tomorrow.
Tonight, our friend, Ericson “Erich” Hernane treated us to a feast.
MAX’S CHICKEN ALL YOU CAN, BABY!
It was unplanned actually. We were supposed to have this yesterday but since some of us weren’t allowed to leave, we canceled it. But this afternoon, we were dismissed early because our professors from 6:00pm-9:00pm didn’t show up. After the goodnews was announced, Jeff had the brightest idea; TO CELEBRATE ERICH’S BIRTHDAY TODAY!
We were all psyched for the challenge; to make a chicken mound. At first we were all hungry as hell. So hungry that we even thought of eating ahead even though the birthday girl wasn’t there yet. Yes, THAT HUNGRY. But after 2 pain staking hours, and 6 chicken quarters(for me), we were all talking about how we wouldn’t eat chicken anymore, how we felt like hurling, how our tummies were about to explode and how funny it would be if we’d have chicken tomorrow. LOL.
It’s funny though, no matter how full we all were, THERE’S ALWAYS ROOM FOR MAX’S CARAMEL BARS. Best pastries ever. Without a doubt.
HERE’S TO YOU, ERICH! HAPPY BIRTH-WEEK! CHEERS!
SORRY FOR THE LAME BLOG TITLE. I can’t think of a decent one.
This is what kept me busy all weekend.
This is where all my savings went to.
This all what all those too-close-to-the-face pictures are for.
VOILA! My LomoWall! This took 10 months worth of pictures, 14 rolls of film, 288 selected photos, 9 1/2 illustration boards, 2 rolls of mounting tape, and a big ass bottle of glue.
I’ve been wanting to make one of these bad boys ever since I got my Lomo Fisheye2, and finally did. I was even doubting at first if I wanted to make one because I knew that I’d be spending a hefty amount of cash for this and the money that I’ll use to buy all the materials could almost buy me a pair of Vans Authentics, but as you can see, I went with it. And I have no regrets. NONE AT ALL.
The moment you get inside our pad, it’s the first thing that’s gonna catch your eye; a gigantic collage of morphed faces and bent landscapes. Every person that’s been to our place since last night has stopped to look at my lomowall and tried to look for their faces in it. And if you hang with me alot, expect that you’re in it.
It’s fun to see that people come and stare at what I worked hard for. Makes you feel proud of yourself. Like my artist brother said, "It’s like having your own private exhibit in your own house."
I plan to fill up all the walls with pictures. It’s gonna take sometime but I’ll try to do it.