Because she knows.

Because my mom’s almost resigned her fate to buying tissue papers all her life, she stock up three boxes by my bed lamp today. My tissue consumptions goes by cubic kilometers. One small ant on the table takes me two to three pieces of that Kleenex to kill — because it is so easy to pull them off the box. Wiping a table takes half a box, because I would carry a bucket and spill on the floor and everywhere else — and because I was too lazy to go get a rag. Each time a flu hits me, a box’s destined for the trash. She use to actually buy me humongous packets of PARTY SERVIETTES, but because I think my consumption was STILL SO HIGH, she decided to get some cheap brands that appeals to the kids more. Like purple, yellow and orange boxes with different animals on it. WITH some “TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY” kind of messages on it. You know. And elephants, I love drawing elephants for some odd reasons. Maybe it is because elephants are the only cartoon I know how to draw all my life apart from smiley faces. And my mother, again, used to hire a tuition teacher to tell me Bible stories and teach me how to draw THAT darn elephant INSTEAD of algebra equations. “HEY, Farhan! Organize another outing for the… ahem… ESCAPEES!”