第一個秋季

First autumn of my life. 2005.

Missing Singapore's tropical climate. Rain never felt so chilly. My umbrella was never a puppet of the wind. I've been a sailor but this is no weather for a student.
Molly's words ring through: "Canada is not a place for human beings"

Contradictions? Looking behind society? Do people know how terrible this place is. Yet incredibly, undulating waves of immigrants flow. I'm not one of them. Not that I haven't thought about it. But I'm not one of them right now.

Gloomy skies, fine rain. Britain? No, just a quarter sized Union Jack sharing the ideals of a conducive academic environment. Engaging in intellectual discourse questioning society.

Stories of a few fuel the influx of people into the core countries - the First World Nations.