Doraemon, read this and weep!

Tote bags. Shoulder bags. Clutch bags. Kelly bags. You guys may not understand, but girls surely speak this language. It's called Handbagese. On 4 May, I was toting one of my most spacious bags. A carry-all, I think they call it. Because it can carry all stuff that you want to bring in one day. It's black patent leather. Fittingly enough, I went to a shopping mall in South Jakarta to (what else?) dine, have coffee, watch movie, etc. Let's conduct a small experiment to prove whether the term "carry-all" is not an exaggeration, shall we?

Let's see what I managed to fit into said bag upon leaving home:

- wallet

- make-up pouch

- cell phone

- 2 small notebooks (of the manual sort, not laptops)

- pen

- sunglasses

- tube of body lotion

Now let's review the contents at around 8 PM (in addition to original contents):

- 3 Japanese comics

- 3 boxes of fancy Band Aids

- bag of french fries (bought as takeout)

- box of tamarind drink

- can of Sprite (won at game arcade)

- 4 large marbles (also won at game arcade)

So, it can be safely concluded that mine is indeed a "carry-all"... in fact, I could still fit some more stuff in it, but didn't (otherwise it must be called a "carry-all with broken shoulder strap"... which will really frustrate me). Ha. Doraemon, read this and weep!