Such Great Heights

My futile attempts in trying to comprehend 10 thesis statements for Philosophy 

I decided to spend this whole weekend in Aika's place to prepare for upcoming finals week. One last stretch and it's sembreak, baby! All I have to do is to write papers and get ready for an oral exam that honestly, I've been dreading for. It's the first time in my life to take an oral exam (there was this one time in high school when I had to enumerate the bones of the human body, but I wouldn't count that as one).

Hence the blog title, taken from the relatively popular song from the Postal Service. Philosophy is forcing me to take my extremely limited knowledge of the subject beyond the usual and in 'such great heights'. I can't expound my philosophical thoughts even further than this because I know I'll sound stupid so I'll just leave it dancing around my mind. 

I've got three statements down and I'm taking yet another undeserved break in the middle of the night. I figure some blogging therapy  and crafting incessant thoughts into words may help clear my mind. 

Some lingering thoughts

1) I just realized that this is the first weekend of this semester I spent in Aika's, and it's the probably last one. During sophomore year, it was relatively my second home. Long weekends, dress-ups days and post-hangover mornings were usually spent. Now, it's a resort for a desperate study session.

2) I simply cannot study in the dorm. There are so much distractions around, and being a messy-bessy like me, with all the clothes and trivial possessions scattered around my corner, it definitely does not set the mood for productive studying. 

3) Lately, I've been wondering how life would be different if I lived outside the dorm. I always wanted to know what's it like to have my own condo unit, but I'm sure it won't happen until post-graduation. As much as being a dormer has taught me so much lessons, I miss having quiet nights like this. Call me a loner, but when I have the dorm or house all to myself, I feel happy to be in control and free from anyone's command. Maybe it's just the overwhelming sensations from the stress levels talking, but we'll see.

4) I need a camera. I don't know why, but I just have this sudden urge to have one. Not to pursue a hobby of photography, but to post pictures in this blog (beside Google images and being a webcam whore) or get my current inactive Facebook albums up and running again.  

Pretty please wish me luck in Philo orals. I know that I express myself better through writing, but for 15 minutes of my life, please make me eloquent and not jumble up sentences (like I always do) or have dumbfounded moments. 

In the meantime, I'll shisha my troubles away for tonight =)