The Green of Mustard

Don't get me wrong, I like vegetables. They were not my best buddy, but I don't hate them.

No but green mustard.

Fairly, Mum cooks Spinach, Broccolis, or even fairer, does not use any vegetables in meals. But talking about unfairness, Mum frequently cooks green mustard, cooked with oil. Then alongside it are scrambled eggs, ergo I end up eating the eggs only.

In a Wimpy Kid style:

By the way, I have returned to school. I'm a freshman again. Not much to say, especially if you get me to a school-talk, I'll be whining too much. And I have to get back to algebras, sinus-thingy and their friends, which in the logical way, too difficult for a silent student.

A good comeback: I reunited with my spectacles, after a long-time hiatus. I nicknamed him Spectie. And once I stick with him, I always feel like a nerd, but I'm proud of it. Nerd.

Then yesterday, I found out that my dog's a top notch thief. I thought it got only one of my tennis ball, but then I discovered it got two tennis elbows in its possession:

Alas, and I made my own reunion with my childhood friend. But rather than able to talk, they prefer to sit still:

(From left to right) Times 1000 Words, Times 1000 Words Dictionary, Minolta and Fujicam granny cameras. Really, I played with them.

P.S: Don't ever eat green mustard. Even a single piece.