The Bag Tag

Lils sent me an SMS, which went, “U’ve been tagged mwahaha.” Oh man… I sket. Palms sweating and hands shaking with trepidation, I clicked on dubyadubyadubya dot lils is hot dot com. Huh? A bag tag? Hahaha.

Here goes.

I carry a black Samsonite laptop backpack. It’s two years old but looks reasonably clean, apart from the bloodstains.

Lower Front Pocket

Loyalty card from Thomas & Guys, with Skanky Posh Spice on the front wearing a huge purple and black afro wig.
Packet of tissue.
Samsonite warranty booklet and repair manual.
Parking receipt dated 5.5.2006.
RM1.30 in coins.

Upper Front Pocket

One brand new box of name cards.
Behbelly spectacles case.
Sony earphones.
iPhone USB charger and earphones.
Imation 256MB pen drive. Yeah yeah. I bought it 6 years ago. And it still works.
My car keys.
80g Samsung external hard drive with USB cables.
RM1.40 in coins.
Wallet.

Wallet

Angpow from my grandpa received in 2007. For good luck.
20 pound note.
RM171.
IC and driver’s license.
One Utama One Card. Damn useful for parking purposes. Balance remaining – RM5.00
Various ATM cards.
Various credit cards.

Right Pocket

Huanhuan, mascot for the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games.
Gardenia Twiggies wrapper from yesterday’s breakfast.

Left Pocket

Bits of used tissue. Has some brown bits in it. Yuck.
Sony-Ericsson k550i. Wow! I forgot I put it there!

Inside

Some more bits of used tissue.
Some mail – an alumni letter from my university, love letters from my bank.
My firm’s lousy Lenovo T60 ThinkPad with crappy screen resolution and poor battery life.
A newly washed pair of socks.

That’s all folks!

I tag blusher and siaoyue.

Tsk…

C. Lengus and I went to my favourite eating spot in Klang this morning. We ordered a modest meal – Chinese tea and bakuteh for two.

The meal was great. No surprises there. Well, at least not until after we asked for the bill.

RM32.90

Wah, the price has seriously gone up. By 30%!

I am getting tired of this bullshit. Our cost of living is skyrocketing year after year, and yet our salaries remain piddly and miserly. Soon, we won’t even be able to afford Gardenia Twiggies.

Dammit.

Ubah gaya hidup, my foot.