you're either with us, or against us
diplomacy...ah..such a delicate art. ever since i missed the last political science tute where i was supposed to present my draft resolution, things haven't been going well for my secret diplomacy with the other 'members' of the security council aka my tute mates. first my suggestion to hold an informal preliminary vote on each of the 3 draft resolutions was rejected, then requests for feedback on my draft resolutions are ignored. gotta get my act together, next week is the last tutorial for the simulation exercise, and with 35% of the final grade at stake...i MUST prevail. things going through my mind now: how to threaten Iran and China from withdrawing their support to another draft resolution diametrically opposed to mine.
spent a good half of last night doing the secret diplomacy replies in scott and joel's room until we decided that perhaps diplomacy could be better facilitated with alcohol. that of course signalled the end of the academic part of the night. actually if we really did persist with both at the same time, it might actually come to great effect. after all, the chinese poet of the tang dynasty li bai wrote an excellent diplomatic reply to the turfan kingdom's diplomatic threat in their own language thus averting war. and this was achieved while he was pissed drunk, while the imperial concubine yang gui fei poured wine for him. ah hah! perhaps that was the key, we should had gotten a hot babe to do up the drinks for us. considering the cock we talk about when we're drunk, apart from the ridiculous suggestion of a 'Final Solution' to the address the posed by potential ethnic strifes in post-elections iraq, we might well have proposed a draft resolution suggesting the utopian tele-tubby land as a model for reconstruction of iraqi society. the permanent government shall be presided by the 4 teletubbies with each representing an ethnic community eg. lala for shiite muslims, po for the kurds, dipsy for the sunnis and perhaps tinky winky for the gay community...ok that was perhaps a bit too much cock from me in my currently sober state.
roy, a fellow singaporean from college further entrenched his self-description as a 'socially deficient' bloke through his choice of name to be printed on the back of his recently procured college sweater. you see, trinity college sells its own college sweaters where u can choose to print your own name or nickname at the back of it, not unlike a soccer jersey. roy chose to print the word 'root' on his own sweater. apparantly as he claims, was to reflect his status as a comp science student as it was a reference to the derivatives/mathematical kind of 'root'. it wasn't until we pointed out to him that in australian lingo, 'root' refers to a verb synonymous the other terms like 'shag' or 'bang' and not an innocuous noun, that he realises that how that sweater could in fact make himself a walking joke, or perhaps be perceived as a sex-god depending on how u look at it. in either case, i haven't seen roy wear that sweater again. cultural 'intercourse' (pun intended) occurs when u least expect it doesn't it?
spent a good half of last night doing the secret diplomacy replies in scott and joel's room until we decided that perhaps diplomacy could be better facilitated with alcohol. that of course signalled the end of the academic part of the night. actually if we really did persist with both at the same time, it might actually come to great effect. after all, the chinese poet of the tang dynasty li bai wrote an excellent diplomatic reply to the turfan kingdom's diplomatic threat in their own language thus averting war. and this was achieved while he was pissed drunk, while the imperial concubine yang gui fei poured wine for him. ah hah! perhaps that was the key, we should had gotten a hot babe to do up the drinks for us. considering the cock we talk about when we're drunk, apart from the ridiculous suggestion of a 'Final Solution' to the address the posed by potential ethnic strifes in post-elections iraq, we might well have proposed a draft resolution suggesting the utopian tele-tubby land as a model for reconstruction of iraqi society. the permanent government shall be presided by the 4 teletubbies with each representing an ethnic community eg. lala for shiite muslims, po for the kurds, dipsy for the sunnis and perhaps tinky winky for the gay community...ok that was perhaps a bit too much cock from me in my currently sober state.
roy, a fellow singaporean from college further entrenched his self-description as a 'socially deficient' bloke through his choice of name to be printed on the back of his recently procured college sweater. you see, trinity college sells its own college sweaters where u can choose to print your own name or nickname at the back of it, not unlike a soccer jersey. roy chose to print the word 'root' on his own sweater. apparantly as he claims, was to reflect his status as a comp science student as it was a reference to the derivatives/mathematical kind of 'root'. it wasn't until we pointed out to him that in australian lingo, 'root' refers to a verb synonymous the other terms like 'shag' or 'bang' and not an innocuous noun, that he realises that how that sweater could in fact make himself a walking joke, or perhaps be perceived as a sex-god depending on how u look at it. in either case, i haven't seen roy wear that sweater again. cultural 'intercourse' (pun intended) occurs when u least expect it doesn't it?
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You need to impose sanctions on them. Like, er, no more (Russian) vodka until they cave!
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