what's worse that being raped by jack the ripper?
getting fingered by captain hook.

there's nothing really much to write about. this week is nothing but a lot of work, pressure and thinking.

yesterday was the first and final day for the athletics division of the school's intramurals. needless to say, the players from the maritime academy and the criminology academy topped and won most of the events. i got just one medal out of the whole day's events - a silver for shotput-women's division.

throwing to boot the amount of questionnaires i need to get answered by the end of the week so i could start writing chapter iv of my thesis, there's a film making seminar i need to organize for the juniors, a preparation for the foundation week two weeks from now, a play i need to organize and produce, and a possible trip to baguio.

it was the opening of the intramurals today (yup they finished all track and field events first before they officially opened the games). a cheer dance competition and the search for the miss intrams were the highlights. winners of the cheer dance competition are: maritime, 1st; business ad, 2nd; nursing, 3rd. business ad bagged the miss intrams. my college's bet was 2nd runner-up - she happens to be one of my DJs as well.

i went to the local mall, buying four bars of chocolate - although i have previously eaten two more bars early today - and a liter of hand lotion; i get calloused easily now after i've started wall climbing. got to a point my palms bled (stigmata?)

speaking of wall climbing, i feel like i've plateaued in performance. it's already my fifth climb, but i still haven't tried bouldering yet. maybe this coming saturday. there was this new guy who came in yesterday. he looked like he didn't know anything - the way i was five climbs ago. kaya lang, after traversing a couple of times at the wall, the guy tried the lower inclines and the higher boulders. grr. made me think if i was in the right sport. but you know? i've never been as addicted to wall climbing as to any other sort before. so maybe, i'll hang on to it for a while.

by the way, i got into a really bad word fight with my dad. as in realy bad. i'm leaving the house. hopefully within the month. God help me.

hey. text me often.