beyond burma

I just had dinner with prof at the nice, trendy restaurant at the guild house. Returning to nus on a sunday reminded me of the days holed up in the library, reading up on Burma for my paper on the drug trade there. A year had passed between those stuffy days in the library and now. Burma - the country, the people, the politics - is now tucked away like the volumes of FEER in a corner of the journals section - even as the clash between the junta and democracy continues to still rankles.

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv
And we sing the rebel tune
when indifference is our real enemy
...holding on to peace hard-won
till death itself is undone
Sunday Bloody Sunday, U2 (bootleg in my ipod)