Communicate by Amir

2009 (3 tracks, 26:08)

dance/electronica

Thank God and thank you partners for making this first ever young adults camp a successful one. With around 20 campers plus the staff, the FIRE Camp was held at a resort located in Malatapay, Zamboangita, Negros Oriental.

We had 3 campers who submitted to water baptism.

Amir, Paul and Emerlson with Bro. Nerio and Pastor AJ after the water baptism

Our first ever best camper is Amir.

Amir with Nerio and AJ

Below are some of the pictures during the camp.

walking through the Malatapay Weekly agricultural fair going to the resort

preparation for worship prior to camp session

tent of bro. Danny pitched outside

campers during session

group morning devotions

group race

race even beyond the sea

Lives are changed. And with the experience of a lifetime, we hope that the young adults of Lighthouse Dumaguete will rise up to the challenge of sharing God’s salvation and redemptive relationship to their friends and bring the YAMO ministry to a new level in Lighthouse Dumaguete City Outreach Church.

You have been part of this. This is also your harvest. This is the fruit of the seeds you have sown into the ministry and much more to come. Thank you for partnering with us.  2Corinthians 9:8 is our prayer for you…”And God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share abundantly in every good work.”

To Jesus be all the Glory!

• Sova hela dagen. Jag gör det hela tiden och det är som Dr. Flogger säger, det förstör liksom hela dagen. Jag missar de få timmar av dagsljus vi har här uppe nu, jättemycket vaken tid blir på natten och då förlorar jag all effektivitet. Skrev ett inlägg om detta för snart ett år sen. Måste försöka fixa min dygnsrytm.

• Bloggerskors ärlighet. Hänvisar till min hämnd. Snälla sluta nu, Dessie, jag blir ledsen. Jag vill INTE veta om du rakar fittan Fattar du inte vad detta gör mot mig? Nu måste jag automatiskt fundera över huruvida Blondinbella, Kissie, Amir och Paow rakar fittan också. Mental images etched to my brain for ever.. and ever.. and ever.

• Flyttpackning. Nähe, vad oväntat! Det är damm överallt, tusen flyttkartonger och banankartonger, fullständigt kaos, man hittar ingenting och har en miljon saker att göra. Listan på vad som ska hinnas med den här veckan är typ en halvmeter lång och jag är ungefär lika fokuserad och sugen på det som en 3årig ADHDunge på syra.

• “Mina läsare”. Jag tittar på andra bloggerskor och ser… en miljon surfittor och i bästa fall fem efterblivna retards som inte kan stava men i alla fall kommenterar snällt. Här då? Massor av supersköna människor som kan stava, som är påhittiga och schyssta och heta och som själva har spexiga bloggar jag kan läsa. Ni är bäst och jag vill ha tekalas med er allihopa!

• Flytta. Ni har ingen aning om hur mycket jag/vi har slängt och kommer att slänga, ge bort eller i allmänhet göra oss av med. Det är en själslig rensning lika mycket som fysisk. Jag har bott i den här lägenheten sen 2006 och det är så mycket minnen kvar, så mycket småsaker och skräp. Äntligen får jag rensa ut på riktigt.

• Min blogg. Inte på “ASSÅ JAG E DEN BESSTA BLOGGERSKAN”-sättet utan för att jag tycker den är snygg. Fin header, fin meny, bra bakgrundsfärg, lätt att hitta. Jag vet inte hur ni tycker men jag hittar bra i alla fall.. kanske för att jag organiserat den själv Jag skulle aldrig orka med en blogg som ser ut som vilken annan “jag kom aldrig ur fjortisstadiet men that’s okay för BITCH-ISM SELLS!”-blogg. Heja mig (och alla andra med snygga bloggar)!

Hallå där!

Jag lovade ju en liten presentation i förra inlägget så jag får väl göra vad jag lovat också.
Jag heter Max men går under namnet “Allan i dalen” vilket jag hoppas att ni har märkt? Annar har jag misslyckats grovt, vilket dock inte vore första gången.
Vem är jag mer då?
Ja, vad vill ni veta?
Ni kan ju fråga om det är något speciellt så kommer jag med en liten generell beskrivning så länge.

Allan i dalen
En liten påg från djupaste Skåne som på fritiden skriver en himla massa. Allt från noveller och poesi till låttexter,blogginlägg och bara text för att få skriva lite.
Utöver det så teckar jag lite serier och håller på med Herptiler.
Det innefattar alltså inte bara ödlor och ormar utan också spindlar, skorpioner, diverse insekter och groddjur.
Jag lovar att dela med mig av lite fina bilder på djuren sen.

Det är väl en ganska kort och enkel beskrivning av mig, vill ni veta något mer så bara fråga på.

Angående rubriken så ville jag bara säga att på fritiden jobbar jag även som spökskrivare åt diverse bloggare. Det är jag som skriver alla inlägg åt bland annat Blondinbella, Rödräven, Amir, Kissie, Dessie, Kenza och en massa andra.
Var bara tvungen att låta alla fans få veta!

Ha de.
Saarvi!!

Amir’s weblog: http://beingfamous.com/

Streeter and Amir from College Humor have an ongoing prank war and have been recording it for our viewing pleasures. So much that they got a series call Pranked on MTV. Funny Stuff. This new prank by Amir is pay back for Streeter’s Half Court Shot Prank that i blogged about before. You can see all of their pranks HERE. Friends… Aren’t they great?

Amir und Streeter von Collegehumor.com spielen sich seit einiger Zeit abwechselnd Streiche, die den anderen in peinliche Situationen bringen. Mit der Zeit sind die Einsätze dabei ganz schön hoch geworden, so das es mittlerweile um eine halbe Million Dollar für Amir bzw. um Leben und Tod für Streeter ging.

Wer es noch nicht kennt, einfach mal von Anfang reinziehen. Nur so bekommt man wirklich alles von der sich erhöhenden Spirale der Schadenfreude mit.

Prank War Teil 1: Es beginnt alles ganz harmlos damit, dass Amir einfach nur “Stacys Mom” singt was Streeter extrem auf die Nerven geht.

Die 7 folgenden Streiche kommen nach dem Klick.

Teil 2: Als Rache lockt in Amir Streeter auf ein falsches Date:

Teil 3: Streeter schafft es Amir dazu zu bringen ein Promovideo aufzunehmen, in dem Amir verschiedene Rollen vorspielt.

Teil 4: Streeter tritt bei einer Open Mic Night auf. Was er nicht weiß: Amir hat das Publikum gebeten nicht zu lachen.

Teil 5: Amir und Streeter fliegen von New York nach LA um in einem Sketch für MTV aufzutreten. Amir muss nur eine Zeile sagen, aber irgendwie ist keiner mit ihm zufrieden.

Teil 6:  Langsam wird es härter: Amir macht Streeters Freundin in Streeters Namen einen Antrag. Bei einen Yankees Spiel!

Teil 7: Amir bekommt durch Streeter die Chance durch einen unmöglichen Basketballwurf 500.000$ zu gewinnen.

Teil 8: Streeter wird zum Fallschirmspringen eingeladen. Seht selbst:

Wie das wohl weiter geht? Ich werde euch auf dem laufenden halten…

is it weird that i don’t really know what just happened? weird that i was completely content with being friends until just now. we were cool. we were joking. we were tagteamed all night. and just that quick—shit got real again. just when i put you in this box, and seal you up,

you melt.

and leak out of the corners.

all over everything.

sigh.

and of course—now we’ve got a mess again.

So I actually am friends with this lyrical genius and I realized I hadn’t pimped him out on my blog yet.  He is a child prodigy med student who raps away his stutter.  He is truly an inspiration to me!

The Joker (filmed on our campus )

Check out his youtube for all of his videos!

Oh !! Its great to meet u all after a long long time. Well u must be wondering where I had been  for so many days. I would chose no to answer your question, becoz it will take another two pages to write it..

I have watched the Promo of Three Idiots.. Its quiet interesting. But I think its not going to be as big hit as Ghajini… After all it will be a comedy movie and no one can ensure about its success else Aamir.

I am on the outset of completing my 12^th. My exams are in April… So wishing a very best of luck for appearing candidates in the board exams… and of course me too..

See u all

Kamal

mailtokamalnayan@gmail.com

sooo…”dis nigga” amir decided to guest blog last night. haha. but he did a pretty good job.

although i don’t quite understand how the night ended the way it ended. it started with a friend. me and friend…chilling.

then, another friend came.

then, PYT came home.

then, we all got our hair cuts.  lol.

then, another friend came.

and THEN, amir came.

and THEN, that boy i can’t stand came.

we watched nemo and notebook and made cookies and talked about japan and how boys have periods…you know, real ish.

then one by one, everybody left. but amir.

last night reminded me of the days when we used to kick it, laugh, and talk about shit we don’t talk about with anybody else. he even wanted to blog.

haha.

EVERYBODY wants to be famous nowadays. smh.

so i shared the spotlight for a minute. then he wanted to keep reading. and everything was fine when he was reading about everybody else, but reading about himself…he couldn’t take.

the fact that i ignored his phonecall one night when he called me too late….

or the fact that when he texts me certain things, i don’t respond.

he spazzed last night. and we spent the last thirty minutes of our time together arguing because both of us realize that something is different.

he left.

and i finished my bottle.

why should i let him ruin my entire night?

all i want is real. i’m real with you. i’m real with my blog. i’m real with my audience. i’m real with myself.

so be real with me.

that’s all i ask.

Dis kool ass, fresh ass, smoove ass, suave ass, intelligent ass, nice ass, friendly ass, charming ass, funny ass, but yet humble ass Nigga was in mi room. And it was a most beautiful experience filled with enlightening conversation about his life story, the brotherhood, drunk-o-meter, and 11pm theory. While indulging in chocolate chip cookies. Great Night!

i’m so confused. like SUPER confused. so i’m stepping back. isolation before elevation. does that work? we’ll see. because i just need a little second to step OUTSIDE of my situation(s) and look in.

just to make sure that to someone else looking from the outside in, i don’t look like the crazy ex-girlfriend who can’t let go,

or the steady sideline,

or the letter chaser aka. one of many.

man. just making sure.

because stupid never looks good on me.

EVER.

In memory of our beloved Amir

Ruhuna Fatiha.

—

http://www.yursil.com/blog/2009/11/sohbet-and-zikr-from-sh-abdul-kerim-in-honor-of-amir-celoski/

This is a song my sister and I wrote together that was inspired by incidents from the past. An emotional R&B ish track.

Click on the box below to play the song or  click here to stream or download the song on mp3.

Scroll a little lower for the lyrics.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I never thought i’d be in this position again

Pushing and fighting again

While i pick up this pen and then

The peace remains and it freezes again

As I pant and my fate takes a bend again

The vicious cycle takes me on a ride with broken brakes

and I crash and I’m awoken, wondering what it takes

To lower the stakes

Life gets brutal and I cannot take the beating

My guards down, im retreating, avoiding, resisting

The fact i’ve reduced to cheating

What’s become of me, I wanna flee and be free from this misery

as it overwhelms me

I need a cure for this disease, would you please forgive me?

I just wanna set me free, I suggest you leave me be

and let me breathe and see what this is meant to be

Did I really love thee? Or was it just the kissing and the intimacy?

You see, it’s like…

[Chorus]

Picturesque fairytale in dance unfurled in a barren desert

Rehearsing lines to a man whose love will never tire

Cite the scriptures, read poems, swear my love and leave for another

Repent, renounce, then fly away to another lover

[Bridge]

You said you’d be there no matter what

Through thick and thin, nothing to tear us apart

I feel left in the dark

I didn’t want it to end this way, I’ve got nothing to say

A little wind would have taken you away

What about everything that was said,

What a mistake, you left me dead on this bed as I wait

This tainted spiritual abandonment is part of love’s cycle and we’re lost in triangle.

[Verse 2]

Life is made of lies and broken dreams

and nothing, is ever really what it seems

I’ve been in and in between what it means

To never lean on what is lost or unseen

I miss you, thats all I can say, had I forseen this day,

I would have never swayed away or led the other way

To this day, I wonder what made me act that way

Was i blind or was my eyes shut tightly

I was to blind to see and now, all I have is my memory

My memory

[Verse 3]

Forever has come and gone, this butterfly fleets from flower to flower

Drugged prose I write, whilst my tears hangs onto the lips of another

Loving me is not easy I know but you surround me with your wings so I can soar above you

You cry, you shy, you dry, you fight and we spend this night in sorrow

[Chorus]

Picturesque fairytale in dance unfurled in a barren desert

Rehearsing lines to a  man whose love will never tire

Cite the scriptures, read poems, swear my love and leave for another

Repent, renounce, then fly away to another lover

Picturesque fairytale in dance unfurled in a barren desert

Rehearsing lines to a  man whose love will never tire

Cite the scriptures, read poems, swear my love and leave for another

Repent, renounce, then fly away to another lover

End.

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Âmir b. Abd-i Kays’ın Hiç Kimsenin Bilmediği Bir Ganimeti Sırf ALLAH Korkusundan Dolayı Teslim Etmesi
       
- Müslümanlar Medâyin’e girdiklerinde ganimetleri bir yerde toplamaya başladılar. Bu sırada adamın biri elinde güzel bir kutu olduğu halde geldi ve bunu ganimetleri toplayan kişiye verdi. Orada bulunanlardan bazıları

“Biz böyle kıymetli birşey görmedik. Toplanan ganimetlerin içerisinde bundan daha güzeli ve değerlisi yoktur. Sen bundan birşey aldın mı?” dediler. Bunun üzerine getiren adam
“ALLAH’a yemin ederim ki eğer O’nun korkusu olmasaydı bunu size getirmezdim” dedi. O zaman ganimet toplayanlar onun boş ve sıradan bir adam olmadığını anladılar ve ona kim olduğunu sordular. Adam

“Hayır, ALLAH’a yemin ederim ki kendimi ne size ve ne de bir başkasına tanıtmayacağım. Çünkü bu şekilde beni övmenizden korkuyorum. Ben ALLAH’a hamdediyorum ve O’nun vereceği sevaba tâlibim ve buna da razıyım” diyerek çekip gitti. Orada bulunanlardan biri onu arkadaşlarının yanına varıncaya kadar takip etti. Onun kim olduğunu sorduğunda adamın arkadaşları

“O Âmir b. Abd-i Kays’tır” dediler.

sounds pretty grimy, huh?

nah.

you haven’t heard grimy yet.

i have decided today that i am done. i am completely done opening up. to boys. to girls. to family. to friends. to teachers. to peers. to anybody. i am done. so either you can hit the bloggg…or you will just be out of the loop.

because opening up has not been the move for me as of lately.

a girl came up to me today. she says, “Hey. I know we don’t usually talk, but I just wanted to ask you a question. Are you and him still talking, because he’s talking to my homegirl and I feel like he’s lying to her…”

which he very well is.

but that’s not my problem. i have had my fair share of “Who is she”s. been there. done that. DON’T approach me with questions like that. approach HIM. and use your common sense. does he wear the size 7 flipflops in his closet or the earrings on his windowsill? does he wear victoria secret lipgloss in his front seat?

oh he doesn’t?

hmmm.

that’s weird.

because i do.

then i try to share my life with my favorite girls in the world. don’t get me wrong—i love every single one of them, but i can’t help but sometimes feel like they just don’t understand me. like no one can relate and i will forever be loud, obnoxious, sarcastic, hilarious, fun GOOSIE. like ASHLEY doesn’t exist.

then i get an IM. “sooo…not to burst your bubble, but WHYYY is that nigga talking to this senior i know…?”

ugh. just shoot me.

i’m like “oh this xxxx girl? i heard…”

she types “xxxx ? who’s that? i’m talking about xxxxxx…”

and i’m blown.

first off—why are you telling me this? we are not engaged. i meannn—yea, i’m feeling him. yea, i was almost trusting him. yea, i be eating up the shit he says. yea, i’m an idiot. but it’s cool.

you live and you learn and you get revenge.

right?

then, BEYOND the ignorant and random IMs and TEXTs from niggas who are OBVIOUSLY bored, the old thing comes back. for a visit. unexpectedly.

he comes with all of his friends. we sit downstairs and laugh and joke like old times and he leaves. i’m like–cool. that was really chill considering the fact that we aren’t as close as we used to be.

but i should have known.

here comes the text.

then the IM.

the “what you doing?” and the “did your friends leave?” and the “what you doing tomorrow” type texts.

like this is august of freshman year or something.

no response. what does this look like to you?

THEN he calls.

and honestly, that is the icing on the cake. MEN are DOGS. in some special cases, they are [DAWGS], but all you’ve gotta do is stay around long enough to see that.

or it could all happen in the span of 24 hours.

smh.

three different #FAILS.

three different niggas.

three-a-days—i am sooo done with you.

it’s that toss-up…the struggle between what i’m used to, what was wrong from the beginning, what was there from the beginning, and what is NO GOOD for my health…AT ALL.

the toss-up between the heart, the mind, the soul, and the body.

MY HEART.

well…uhh…sooo self-explanatory. HE is and has always been my heart, but these last few months have proved differently. we’ve had our issues. we’ve had our arguments. we are supposed to be moving on, but i don’t know how that is going for us. we’re pretty much at a standstill. it’s ALL or NOTHING, and both of us want to stay in the middle. my love. my all. REGARDLESS.

MY MIND.

since the very beginning, you were wrong. WE were wrong. but it always felt sooo right. so you are my mind. everybody said no. my mind said yes. everybody said wrong. my mind said right. and in the midst of us being wrong, we formed an actual friendship. we connected. we shared a bond and it sucks that everything between us has to be lowkey because of what people MIGHT think because in another time, another situation, it would be okay for you and i to be cool.

MY SOUL.

oh wow. the epitome of soulmate. you and i have had this amazing rediscovery of the fact that we used to love one another…but with a different kind of love. you are my bestfriend, but on the inside we know that if all else fails, you and i will get married and have beautiful children together (: because deep down inside, we both believe that there is no one else out there who is better for us than each other.

and lastly…

MY BODY.

lord. this one just….yea. he does it to me. i HATE half/relationships, and in-betweens and whatnot, but whyyy does this one feel like it is meant to be undetermined? why does it feel okay to like each other HALF the time…? lol. we keep it on the homeboy level, but when he sings…or when he tells me all the things he would do to me, i try to contain myself, but can’t help but imagine it. this is NOT what i need to be doing with my life right now. AT ALL. but he is TESTING me…and i am SO failing right now. i don’t need to see him ANYTIME soon. and that’s real.

mannn…this whole thing is getting real.

and it all comes down to letting go and letting in.

decisions. decisions.

so. about the fact that this used to be my song to HIM, and now i don’t know who to give it to. i’m sooo confused. i don’t know what i want. i want someone new. i want the stability of my best friend. i want everything about HIM, without having EVERYTHING. i want to move on, but i don’t know which way to move. this is BEYOND a fork in the road. there are four ways i could possibly go…

and all i’m doing right now is blindly walking straight…

because i don’t know anything else to do.

first love[adele]—

So little to say but so much time,
despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.

Forgive me first love, but I’m tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why, don’t get so close to change my mind.
Please wipe that look out of your eyes, it’s bribing me to doubt myself;
simply, it’s tiring.

This love has dried up and stayed behind,
and if I stay I’ll be alive,
then choke on words I’d always hide.
Excuse me first love, but we’re through.
I need to taste the kiss from someone new.

Forgive me first love, but I’m too tired.
I’m bored to say the least and I, I lack desire.
Forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me, forgive me first love, forgive me first love