well well well... here i am again with my third addition to my jon
skeet skeet. though this one is going to be posted the same time
as the second one... does that make it kind of a second part of my second post?
that’s beside the point. lets see, what’s new in my life?? O i know
i finally got the 35mm camera that my brother was going to let me
borrow. It’s pretty sweet! i showed it to my girlfriend Sara.
(she’s a HUGE photography nerd) so she showed me some pretty cool
things and taught me a thing or two about taking pictures.
so now i am longing to take some excellent pictures though i find
myself just sitting in my apartment doing nothing... now,
don't be all "Maurice is just a poser, he doesn't care to
take pictures!" because that’s just not the case. i find myself
sitting around not taking pictures because i think to myself,
"what can i find that’s worth taking a picture of?" i don't think
this because i am trying to state something, or to make some kind
of philosophical sense out of life, i say this because i really
truly just can't think of something to take a picture of.
i don't know, maybe i should get out there and just look
at the world more. but i feel as though if i were in a place
i had no knowledge of or familiarity with, then i would be
taking pictures left and right. i know what you’re thinking,
"You JUST moved to this neighborhood, how do you have knowledge
and a sense of familiarity with it!?" and quite frankly the
answer is... hard to explain. i guess I’ll never be truly happy
in one single location... at least at this time in my life.
well wait, i am just typing what’s on my mind right now...
i am def happy where i am now. i got my job close, and my girl
even closer! things are great! but a part of me will always
seek the unfamiliar.
so i read some articles out of Newsweek Magazine at work today.
a part of me only did it because i wanted to see the kind of
writing that Journalist do. my secret passion is writing...
especially in a Journalistic style. that’s why when i transfer
to Temple, i am going to make my minor Journalism.
speaking of futures and possible passions that could lead to
a career choice, i got a call from my oldest sister today at
work as well. "Maurice you know what i was thinking?"
"What WERE you thinking about Rio?" "i think that since
your not going to be a doctor, (i laughed, she always
said i had to be the doctor in the family) that you should
be an actor!" i laughed with surprise and flattery...
"and why do you think that, i can't act!" (i clearly said
this just to boost my morale by hearing my sister claim
that i am a good actor...(i do this VERY often, disagreeing
with people just to have them insist that they are correct
in a style that builds my confidence...(and with a quote from
Clone High) "I don't know why...") hmm... if you think about it
that’s pretty pathetic of me, but that’s another adil. so Rio
responds, "yes you are." i smirk and chuckle to myself.
i don't know if i could actually be an actor, but i have
thought sometimes that i could be a model...i know, a little
cocky and false... but i can think anything i want!
for my last two post, i thought i ended them in a really
cool way... so in trying to keep up my bomb diggity
endings.
Life is like a house with no lights in it. as you venture
in, you have no idea what to expect, or where anything is.
as you enter a room, you kick and stumble over things. but
once you hit them you take your time to figure out what you
just hit and soon you'll become familiar with it. after a
couple of bumps and sore knees, you'll know your way through
that room. but one room isn't the whole house. after you
become familiar with that room you move on to another room
and the learning cycle repeats.
as of now i found what seems to be an American flag, a pair of
doves, a camera, magazine, and a mirror in one of the dark rooms
in my house. but i am very very eager to continue to search the
room for more things to understand more about this house, such as
its purpose, its goals, and its true uniqueness.
-adil
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Starting a New
Well i moved into my new apartment the other day, July 9th 2008.
it was a great experience, walking into a room thinking, "you
Know, this is where i live, and i am paying for this." though
When you walk in you don't expect the whole thing to fall apart
On you... the first thing that happened to my friend/roommate was
When going to the bathroom, the second he sat on the toilet, he
Felt the entire thing dip backwards... next thing he knew the toilet
Was leaking... next we noticed that one of the roof fans was kind of
dangling there. After that, when he showed me the bedroom (where
We are rocking the bunk bed hardcore!) The floor had a huge hole in it.
"And this is our awesome basement." matt pointed out. Besides all of that
I was told that matt (roommate) is going to bring saloon doors for our kitchen.
Which basically means we're going to have the GREATEST KITCHEN EVER!
Hmm... what else? O yea, we have like a 25ft hallway as you enter the
apartment. the whole thing is painted white, so it’s VERY dull.
Solution, matt thought of the idea of getting that chalk paint
stuff by crayola. that way we can paint the walls with it and once someone
enters the apartment they can tag up the wall all they want!! It’s going to
be freaking SWEET!haha i forgot to mention, i have no internet at
this apartment and my computer is set up on the floor with like
3 boxes under my monitor...hahah GHETTO! O don't forget the fact
that i have no food and the bathroom is a huge mess. or that some
of the locks on the windows are broken and this apartment is in
west philly. i have barely any furniture or personality in this place
over all its kind of a dump here... but i am sitting here
typing about all the things that are wrong with the apartment and the
things we're going to try and do to make it a better place but truth
be told, there is something this apartment has that my old house never had... and that is complete freedom.
-adil
it was a great experience, walking into a room thinking, "you
Know, this is where i live, and i am paying for this." though
When you walk in you don't expect the whole thing to fall apart
On you... the first thing that happened to my friend/roommate was
When going to the bathroom, the second he sat on the toilet, he
Felt the entire thing dip backwards... next thing he knew the toilet
Was leaking... next we noticed that one of the roof fans was kind of
dangling there. After that, when he showed me the bedroom (where
We are rocking the bunk bed hardcore!) The floor had a huge hole in it.
"And this is our awesome basement." matt pointed out. Besides all of that
I was told that matt (roommate) is going to bring saloon doors for our kitchen.
Which basically means we're going to have the GREATEST KITCHEN EVER!
Hmm... what else? O yea, we have like a 25ft hallway as you enter the
apartment. the whole thing is painted white, so it’s VERY dull.
Solution, matt thought of the idea of getting that chalk paint
stuff by crayola. that way we can paint the walls with it and once someone
enters the apartment they can tag up the wall all they want!! It’s going to
be freaking SWEET!haha i forgot to mention, i have no internet at
this apartment and my computer is set up on the floor with like
3 boxes under my monitor...hahah GHETTO! O don't forget the fact
that i have no food and the bathroom is a huge mess. or that some
of the locks on the windows are broken and this apartment is in
west philly. i have barely any furniture or personality in this place
over all its kind of a dump here... but i am sitting here
typing about all the things that are wrong with the apartment and the
things we're going to try and do to make it a better place but truth
be told, there is something this apartment has that my old house never had... and that is complete freedom.
-adil
Monday, July 7, 2008
The First of Many
Three days ago i sat in the basement of my house with my little sister, Margaret Bateman. We were discussing the possibility of myself travailing to another country for my first semester of sophomore year in college. throughout the conversation, we took a pause to check her "EBlog." from that point on she said that i should start a blog so i can write about my experiences while away form home. I thought is was a great idea!
Well, about a day later i came home from work to find my mother crying and yelling at me about how i was going to move out. (I've been planning on moving in with my friend from USP since the beginning of the summer) so i just started yelling back saying, "mom i am doing what i am supposed to do, live my life and leave the nest!" she stormed out of the house... i followed, sat down next to her and received the true reason why she was upset.
Its now July 7th, this happened around July 2nd-3rd. i have decided that i am not going to go to Europe, but rather stay and work for everything myself. i am going to cut the ties with my mother and leave the nest forever, never again to live with her/borrow money from her. as a result of this i am going to lose my cell phone, have to work everyday to pay for college myself, pay for an apartment myself, and just survive. This is just the beginning of A Day in the Life of Maurice Bateman.
Well, about a day later i came home from work to find my mother crying and yelling at me about how i was going to move out. (I've been planning on moving in with my friend from USP since the beginning of the summer) so i just started yelling back saying, "mom i am doing what i am supposed to do, live my life and leave the nest!" she stormed out of the house... i followed, sat down next to her and received the true reason why she was upset.
Its now July 7th, this happened around July 2nd-3rd. i have decided that i am not going to go to Europe, but rather stay and work for everything myself. i am going to cut the ties with my mother and leave the nest forever, never again to live with her/borrow money from her. as a result of this i am going to lose my cell phone, have to work everyday to pay for college myself, pay for an apartment myself, and just survive. This is just the beginning of A Day in the Life of Maurice Bateman.
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