saturday. Was all alone, by my lonesome self, at the gym for the afternoon. After, I went over to school (ah este, former school), UA&P, to watch "Ten Little Indians", a play based on Agatha Christie's novel of the same name. It was then that I was hit by an empty, missing feeling. I met up with my thespian friends, and we recounted memories of building and striking down sets, of scoring and blocking in that way-beyond-polar-temperatures of a room. And I was overcome with envy because they can still do theater while holding 9-5 jobs. Sigh.

It was me, my sister, and apester - the witness to our somewhat cult-ish sisterhood. The play was a blast. Literally. Aatakihin ako sa puso... ako na yung 11th little indian. What would you expect from an Agatha Christie? With the gunshots and off-stage screaming and all. The characters were well-played, each actor bringing distinctiveness to their roles (minsan nawawala yung english accent, but well... ok lang). Kudos to Tinette for the direction - there was great chemistry and interaction between the roles and the stage, each corner and each prop utilized. The adlibs ruled. The three of us now equipped by a handful of private jokes.

I'll post the 10 Little Indians poem here later, because I forgot where I placed the programme...

sunday. Went to church with Chips then went to Shang. I got this cool mod-inspired vintage bag from ukay-ukay for a hundred bucks. It just had this long leather sling... that just made it way too vintage (as in outdated) for my taste. I decided to turn it into a shoulder bag. I didn't want to risk it with Mr. Quickie... so I went to Besa's (a better leather repairs shop). The price I had to pay for trust - now the bag costs 3 times more than it did when I bought it. Sus.

I still want my new free phone. As in now. Lecheng Globe.