My mum told me that it is dangerous to hang out at coffee shops till the wee hours, for you never know when gangfights will break out and you will be killed....

So today I took her advice and have my coffee cum chat session at the Ritz. I wonder if she rather kill me now or let the gangsters kill me.

In any case, I was discussing the concept and the social context of childhood with a friend whose honours thesis was on the portrayal of children in films. I have a number of friends who did honours, who have a wonderful range of topics. One of my friends in philosophy class did something on forgiveness and redemption, a friend in political science did her thesis on humour and my friend did the portrayal of children. I recommended my ex philosophy classmate to do her thesis on irony, a suggestion which she took into prolonged consideration, just like our suggestions to the government.

I would love to elaborate on what was transpired today, but I am really tired now, and it was information overload for the few hours which we talked. I think I will let all of it sink into my subconscious in my sleep....

The week has been long.