I have been having weird dreams these few days. Dreams which come true in my dreams. I wonder, have I been thinking so much about them subconsciously that I get my wishes granted in my dreams? I don't really like the idea. When I wake up, I feel disturbed. I feel this acute sense of loss.

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I ate a lot today. Went to nanny's house and I ate three pieces of home made fried carrot cake, two bowls of plain porridge with pieces of preserved vegetables and seaweed from her hometown. For dinner, I had two bowls of rice with prawns, 3/4 plate of vegetables, uncountable meatballs and two bowls of soup. Nanny kept telling me to eat as much as I can. Because she's now living alone and she doesn't eat much, I tried to finish as much as I could so that the food would not go to waste.

I am surprised at how much of a pig I can be. Maybe I'm just a depressed and hungry little pig.