My eyes are red, painful and stinging.

But my glasses are grossly distorted after they became Minibean’s toy.

So I am still wearing my lenses, which are not at all helpful in my predicament.

It is so bad that when I step under the blazing sun, its blinding glares can trigger an impossibly painful throbbing in the head.

And I have taken on the role of translator.

Still, it was a nice night out last night, which I will probably talk about in my next post. Nice friends, nice event. Just chilling, before I got home and spent time with Minibean.

The night kinda made me a little pensive, as I looked at her, and wondered how life will be 13 years down the road.

She just smiled and giggled, and gave such hearty laughs when I blew the hairdryer in her direction. She smelt so good. She even successfully launched a paper plane into the air.

And she gave me wet kisses on my lips. And I, laughed with her.