Thinking and planning, browsing and searching. I'm scratching my head till I can scratch no more.
But nonetheless, I'm settling down to
sky dining for his birthday. Awaiting for the arrival of the reserved crumpler as the gift, and for me to book the sky dinning. Left for the birthday card and the cake. Don't know if I should order the popup caricature that will cost me $50, or should I make my very own?
Then again, my creativity starts to deplete after the ever great impact to my moral.
Set aside that nightmare, I'm still restless unless all it well planned and done for.
The rest of the experience remains unplanned. Just for a simple night, I'm all stressed about. Don't think I can be a wedding planner, ey?