Janus?

as those who have visited the philippines may have ascertained after a few hours of being here, the homeland is ripe with dualities, much like a person with multiple personalities. closeted, ultra-conservative and mainly catholic.

i still do not have the guts to publish the entire transcript. not until i get the demons banging at my gates to stop, or at least until i reconcile myself to their existence.

here's what i can tell you:


Joan settles down comfortably across the table and flashes a smile, brimming with confidence. She has recently turned nineteen, has dropped out of college and has since found a job in one of the nation’s top outsourcing companies. Before restarting her life, she spent the last two years being the quintessential party animal, bum, and nomad, to her parent’s and older siblings utter consternation. "Imagine how’d they feel if they found out I had pimped myself out for kicks too" she says. "And how wicked it makes me feel."

I fumble for my recorder’s button and I see an odd glint in her eye as I desperately try to recover my bearings. I let out a sigh of relief as I hear the friendly click that tells both of us the session is about to begin. She glances at the floor, takes a moment to compose her self. When she looks back up, the game face is on.

While I grapple with my demons throughout the process.

Here’s the transcript:

*effderck convulses and faints*

heehee.toodles.