What's in my bag?

Another year, another round of memes. I have been hopping from one blog to the next, and each time there's a post about what's in the writer's bag. The most honest and believable (and one I can relate to) so far in my reading is Melai's. I completely understand having bags within a bag, and being the model girl scout I never was, I now try to bring as much things I think I will need. But with that, my friends, comes a challenge called organization.

When I am in a hurry or when opening my bag is a hassle every time, I just dump everything in. So here is the most honest What's In My Bag post you will ever find:

Well, this is embarrassing.

Let me defend my dignity, if there is any left, by telling you that the tissue paper there is neither used nor for any hygienic purpose other than wiping dust off surfaces.

This Tinalak bag is the one I use, other than the backpack where I can put all my less important things in so I don't have to worry about thieves rooting for it. It can carry pretty much everything, just like my left skirt pockets did back in grade school and high school.

There's money, a dead cellphone, bus tickets I intend to use for decoupaging (when I will start, I don't know),  the TP I defended earlier, a ticket I was forced to buy for my coworker's kid's event, and are those shreds of Skyflakes and Clorets packs I see? I also see a hint of Colgate toothpaste I never use, and my amber agimat I put on when there's going to be a week's worth of projects to finish in a day. Probably hidden underneath that embarrassing mess is a Biogesic tablet for when the amber agimat is on its day off.

What's in your bag?