French?
Yes. I'm in Montreal. Studying. I think.

1) Happy Birthday China. I miss ya. I'll be seeing you next summer.
2) Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. I want moon cakes *cries* And lanturns. Lot of pretty lanturns.
3) I miss my family.
4) I miss my friends.
5) I miss any form of Asian establishment that can revive me.

Numbers 3, 4 and 5 prove that university is just a world conspiracy to wipe away our identities.

My prof told us: "If there's someone this school cares less about than us professors, it's you undergrads."

But I'm surviving. I SHALL survive. And if that means I must release all the will and indignation within me through poetic attempts and narrative trials, then so be it.

There's a line from a wonderful French play: "They can't kill me because I have no wish to die."