the other writer


I realize my inadequacy and tardiness. I have been tempted more than once to abolish this blog, after all, it’s been a little over four weeks and yet I still have no assurance that someone actually reads this. Yet I choose to think that you are there, you are reading this and you have come to a decision to read this regularly. And so I must not stop.

Today is a Monday and it is a holiday. That means no classes for me and the rest of the student population. All thanks to the heroism of Andres Bonifacio. I have decided to allot this day for three major tasks: research, writing and cleaning.

And therefore, I begin on my second task.

The other day I met a professor who looked very much like a student. We talked but then I have to be completely honest that I was under the influence of alcohol. This developed to my inebriation and inevitable loss of my brain capacity to retain and recover the things we talked about. And so I cannot write about him.

Instead I shall discuss Jansen.
He owns a tumblr account and I was reminded of my tumblr account which I haven’t visited in ages. My tumblr account is called fidesism101. I wonder if his is called Jansenism but then I quickly remembered that Jansenism is already an established doctrine by Cornelis Jansen, a doctrine of believers that salvation is limited to those who are subject to supernatural determinism and the rest are assigned to perdition. And so I erase that thought.

Jansen is a writer for a web publication which relays to the public certain events and other noteworthy things on food, fashion and other areas. He seems very much experienced that’s why I felt surprised to discover that he had only been working there for a week.

We met at an event and his favorite question to all his interviewees was, “Are there any dubious secrets you wish to share before you are catapulted to fame?” The guy was a wag, a peculiarly funny witty person. He asked Apl.de.Ap what his favorite OPM karaoke song was. Imagine the kind of person who thinks of questions like those. And so I bet he’ll come up with an interesting piece.
Jansen, I can sense, is very passionate with his craft of writing. He updates his tumblr account every so often that his tumblarity has increased. Through tumblr, he’s met other people and even made friends. He shares that tomorrow will be their first ever gathering, his circle of friends in tumblr I mean.

Before I left and said good bye, I threw him back his favorite question, “So, do you have any dubious secrets you wish to share?” He laughed very hard while my face remained straight. I was serious after all. Then he answered he doesn’t have any. Oh Jansen, such a writer, writing about others but refusing to give away things about himself so other people could write about him.

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