Hmmm... I'm tired preparing my thesis exam. I just finished making Powerpoint for the presentation. So, I decided to surf on Youtube. I
watched the videos I made, but then I read "Bruno Mars - Marry You"
there.
"Hmmm... Lets see this video with lyric as I don't know the lyric
much," I talked to myself. So, I thought lets sing it. Karaoke!
But then I read another
tittle "Bruno Mars - Marry You (Official Music Video)". So, I thought (again) lets see it as I've never watched the official one before.
I realize that it's not the official one. It's more than that. Wait! It's wedding proposal! Ough so cute!! Then, I thought (double again) lets browse another wedding proposal videos with Bruno Mars. I think it will be cute.
This is the second video I watched. Nicer. Warmer as he uses many family members inside. Parents. Uncle-Aunt, Friends. Etc...
The third video is owesome too. The video is quite good quality. The people also dressed nice.
The fourth video is a wedding proposal with flash mob style. Flash mob. I knew this word for the first time in 2009/2010 from a friend of mine in Depok. So, I thought lets see it. Well, it's not bad.
Finally, the last video is with a tittle "Best Marriage Proposal Ever". I talked to myself, "Lets see how best it is." But this time, there's no Bruno's song there.
Oh, all of them are cute and romantic. What I learn from those videos is "My Boyf won't do such thing like that. He can't sing, he can't dance, he has no a lot of friends. I even blacklist one of his friends in my wedding party."
My best person, Mama Sonja, mentioned ".... But I think your boyfriend loves you with his full heart .... He drives you to every where .... Even to heavem ...."
While my Boyf said, "At least I make you a breakfast always in the weekend, I brought a glass of water for you in the middle of the night when you were thirsty, I drove you to Franeker from Gilze, go and back..."
I mumbled, ".... I accept you as you are, Cinta. I'm just jealous with those lucky girls :D"
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