Yesterday, I spent a good 10 minutes of my morning convincing myself of the rewards of bringing smaller bags. This, of course, was triggered by a very early and uncomfortable balancing act I had to perform on my way to work while clutching my big-ass tote bag, jacket (despite this awful heat, our office air conditioning is close to arctic), and laptop bag (containing the heaviest laptop on the planet). Over the years, and largely because of sore shoulders, I've made attempts to whittle down my bag contents, leaving nothing but the essentials. The problem is, everything in my bag now is essential to me...for a total of 5 kg.
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| Many small things + more small things = very heavy bag |
There's my wallet (gift from Ahia), a hair brush, my toiletry kit (gift from Chris) containing cologne, multivitamins, 6 tubes of lipstick (don't ask), 2 lip glosses, a small bottle of lotion, a mini White Flower, bag hook, foldable fan (gift from Mm), a little pouch with some hair accessories, oil control sheets, and USBs, my coin purse (gift from Aa), compact, my card holder, Rootote bag, another foldable eco bag in case I make an impromptu grocery run (gift from my former boss Victor), phone charger, some snacks (right now, snacks = 2 packs of Ovalteenies), another kit (won during a Cebu Pacific Bring Me game) containing my pen, notepad, tissue, wet wipes, toothpicks, emergency plastic bag (seemed like a good idea), spare ang pao (you never know), and a bunch of raffle coupons because I'm still hoping I win something.
During those few times I would venture out with just a clutch bag or a tiny cutesy purse, someone would ask me if I have tissue paper, or alcohol, or a fan, or toothpicks, or lotion. "Sorry, it's in my other (much bigger) bag", I would say. Deep down, I would be aghast for not being prepared. Short of sounding like a wannabe girl scout, it makes me feel better knowing I have all my things with me, you know, just in case (aren't you glad I brought my mini sewing kit/nail groomer set?!). I usually bring such big, cavernous bags that my husband shudders at the thought of getting in there and retrieving something, like a pair of keys or my phone.
During those few times I would venture out with just a clutch bag or a tiny cutesy purse, someone would ask me if I have tissue paper, or alcohol, or a fan, or toothpicks, or lotion. "Sorry, it's in my other (much bigger) bag", I would say. Deep down, I would be aghast for not being prepared. Short of sounding like a wannabe girl scout, it makes me feel better knowing I have all my things with me, you know, just in case (aren't you glad I brought my mini sewing kit/nail groomer set?!). I usually bring such big, cavernous bags that my husband shudders at the thought of getting in there and retrieving something, like a pair of keys or my phone.
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Phone beeps
N: Hun, can you get my phone and see who texted?
J: Where is it?
N: In my bag
J: *groan*
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Maybe tomorrow, I'll bring a small bag.
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| Maybe. |
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