I’ve got nothing much to say. My dad passed away at about 2.30am yesterday at University Hospital. It shocked me when the nurse woke me up in the middle of a sleep. Rest in peace dad.

My dad’s journey has ended. May God bless him.

My dad’s condition now is well controlled. He’s ok for now. He can still show some response to us. Maybe it was the liver which caused him sometimes awake and sometimes sleepy. I’ll be staying overnight with my dad here in hospital. Just like the last time.

There are 2 doctors, general and specialist. 1 which says that my dad’s liver failure and it’s serious. My dad may not make it. 1 which says that my dad liver’s condition is bad but it may recover. Who would you listen?

I’m at home now, need to buy stuff for my dad and settle my dad’s stuff. So many things have to be done now. God bless my dad that he will win this battle. And I can see for now, he’s winning. That’s all for now, peace out.

2 doctors, general and specialist. 1 which says no hope and 1 which says still got hope. Fuck that general doctor.

My dad is getting weaker. Not sure due to what. Is it because of the cough he had? Is it because the day he fell down accidentally because I did not watch him? I’m so worried right now. It’s my fault for not watching my dad properly when he was standing while holding the grill from the door.

First few days he said his back hurts. But after a while, he said it’s not pain anymore but then he’s weak. Fuck myself for being so careless. I hate myself now. I really do. Hope these few days he will get better.