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Intellectual Leftism...

I'm really amazed that there are actually people that read my blog. I always thought that I'd be very lucky if I had someone other than my friends reading my blog -- more because I asked them to. And somehow, I'm beginning to think that there is such a thing as luck.

I spent last night with my lady friends from the College of Development Communications in UPLB, and a group of high-ranking army officials being trained by my friends from the college of Dev Com. Friday the 13th started out as a good day going worse every hour I spent. That's until it was dinner time, wherein I rediscovered the joy of intellectual discussion and why I enjoyed it (and debating) a lot.

The proposition was, that the educational system of UP promoted rebellion and being "leftist". Of course we from UP wouldn't agree to that. We love being critical and vocally enjoying our rights, that the mere notion of the UP system promoting something other than critical thinking is practically just preposterous. I say it isn't UP's fault that the students and graduates who choose to go left are bright critical minds who could think for themselves and have conviction in what they believe is the right cause. Naturally that's not how many people think, and I couldn't care less. But I certainly appreciate comments and intellectual discussion with intellectual people.

Oh, free dinner and beer is always a nice insentive to stay having been treated by my friends for my birthday (which is a little overdue, given that is was 3 weeks ago (my birthday)). And I now hold high regard for the officials of the army who can hold an intellectual discussion with a young person without having to sound like a know-it-all.

So much for that, now I have to start finishing my thesis *tracking down SEGFAULTS*.

Chill...

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  1. Most of the 'leftist' articles and posters that are located throughout the university are poorly written.

    Do you find this surprising?

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