Antidote

Thought I've found an antidote. It turns out to be a mere painkiller.

The cancer now spreads again. The kind of disease I don't mind suffering from.

Saya Sudah Hilang Taring

Baby, you're right. Well, partly.

I ain't week when it comes to love.

I'm only week when it's about you.


Kenapa susah sangat macam ni? Sedihnya.

I want to grow old with you and practise all stupid rituals daily.