Postgrad Joke...(for all those doing or thinking of doing a thesis)

Hey my lecturer told me this postgrad joke during my cross-cultural communication lect today but I thot it applied to all those doing theses. I'm not a very good story teller though so...
There was once this rabbit who lived in this hole. One fine day, he decided to come out to enjoy the warm sunny weather and as he busked in the sun, he did not notice a fox had sneaked up behind him and caught hold of him! Just as the fox was about to eat the rabbit, the rabbit stopped it and told it to give him a few more days cos he was finishing up his thesis on the "Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves". The fox could not hide its bemusement and the rabbit invited the fox to go into its hole to take a look if he didnt believe it. The fox went into the hole and never appeared again.
A few days later when the rabbit came out to busk in the warm glow of sunshine, a wolf sneaked behind him and caught him again! The rabbit, as he had done before, told the wolf to give him a few more days cos he was finishing up his thesis on the "Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves". The wolf laughed so hard that he almost lost grip of the rabbit. The rabbit once again invited the wolf to go into its hole to view the thesis if he didnt believe him. The wolf went into the hole and was never seen of again.
After this rabbit had completed his thesis, he had a hugh celebration and invited many of his rabbit frens. When they asked about his thesis topic, the rabbit beemed with pride and said that his topic was on the "Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves". All the rabbits were amazed and asked to see the thesis. All of them scurried into the rabbit's postgrad room in the hole in which he lived and the sight they saw was typical of any such room - a large table in the center, paper shrewn all over the place and academic journals lining the shelves at the side. On the right of the table was a pile of fox bones and on the left was a pile of wolf bones. In the center of the table sat a big fat well-fed lion who was the rabbit's supervisor.

Moral of the story? To write a good thesis, the title doesnt matter, the subject matter is inconsequent and your hypothesis need not be logical. All you need is a helpful and satisfied supervisor.

Hmmm...somehow I dont think I delivered this as well as my lecturer did but I sure laughed after he was done with it (for most of it I was wondering where it was gg...)

Anyway a littel about my day...slept only 3 hrs so was dead tired and after lect I studied awhile in lib b4 heading home...had lunch with Darryl at Harbourfront there then went home...realised that I m usu fine when I m with ppl but when I m alone its when the thots come flooding back and even though I was tired I only managed to fall asleep at 8pm...woke up at 930 for my Catechist meeting...which was quite fun esp when we were just chatting...then Alan n myself walked Ser n San home...on our way home, we got stopped by the police n had our particulars taken down...I dont know why but I always seem to get stopped by the police. so here I m now...

Though I still feel sad when I m by myself, I want to spend more time to myself. I always considered that to be something impt and something we all should do. The first thing that comes to my mind when I just lie down is this line which I believe will be in my mind n heart for a long time to come: "...my _________ has to be complete and final." It hurts. Another day has passed...life goes on...somehow.