What’s Eating Ryan Fu – Fill the Boot or Fix the Problem

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I was driving into work, noticing there were firemen on each side of the street. I wondered what there were doing, then I saw a sign to “Fill the Boot”, a donation campaign to fund fireman programs. At first, I felt sad that I saw them out there trying to get donations from people. Then I got angry that these are the same people who risk their own lives to keep us safe. These are the guys who throw caution the in the wind and run into burning buildings.

It frustrates me when I seen rich athletes and movie stars walking around, not a care in the world, while our saviours are on the streets looking for handouts. I understand that they signed up for it knowing there wasn’t much money in it but there has to be a better way to help fund this important aspect of our society. If you see these fearless men out today please help them out, cause apparently our government isn’t it.

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THE SOONER A-LEVELS CEASE TO EXIST IN MY LIFE…THE BETTER!

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(For international readers, a-levels are college equivalents)

2 years ago, I was able to perch myself into a plush recliner, fresh coffee in one hand, my phone glued to the other so conveniently whilst fixating my eyes and all my attention to the TV screen. Want to know the best part? This time consuming ritual that I would partake in every evening, 2 years ago, came at little concequence. Why? Because 2 years ago I did GCSE’s and not A-Levels! The good days, if I had had an inclin into how consumptive A-Levels were I’d have ran for the hills, no doubt followed by another thousand reluctant teens. I feel like, if I read one book for pleasure, or watch a movie just one… Then I’ve already ruined my chances of passing my exams!

They told me to do some light reading… That was the first lie of A-Levels.

Why I would vanquish A-levels from my life before I would Labour Voters…

  1. The lies: they will tell you that picking your own subjects will render you eternally happy and you’ll be so amazed and joyful that you are studying what you want to that you won’t even think of it as work. 
  2. The pain: that burning sensation in your eyes from too much reading and gazing aimlessly at a computer screen? Yeah that will last you forever!
  3. The isolation: you will be so caught up in your work that you have to say a heartfelt goodbye to your social life and learn to have a relationship with your books. Me and Plato have grown rather close.
  4. The weight: this is applicable for both guys and girls. The ten kilo bag you’ll carry around with all your resources in, no room for your personal items. If your nose starts running and you had no space to pack tissues… There’s always your exercise book.
  5. The belittling: most students range between 16-18, yet one of my teachers still insists at shouting at me for being late, not doing my homework and for having an opinion. 
  6. The hatred: I’ll keep this short and sweet. You will end up loathing about 98.99% of the people at your school. But it’s okay because the chances are… They hate you too.
  7. The zombie look: the countless hours I have traded in to write an essay is ridiculous, I have the dark circles to prove it!
  8. The fire burns down: I can no longer read a novel without exploring the underlying meaning, I read The hungry caterpillar to my little brother, the most simply of stories, yet I found copious amounts of psychological interpretations…their validity? None.
  9. The hair loss: a product of stress no doubt, but I could really do without bald spots left, right and centre.
  10. The addictions: you have to find a way to curb your anger, mine comes in the form of addiction. Don’t worry, I mean caffeine… Mostly.

These are just a few of the things I’d love to banish from my life, the only light is after the toils of A-level, I finally understand why adults wish they stayed young. Growing up, I think, starts at sixth form, college or your countries equivalent. I’d give anything to fast forward to retirement or backtrack to adolescence. 

For most people, summer is what is getting us through! I can’t wait for this summer! 

The relatability is uncanny 

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The Crazy Train by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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It’s a little past midnight when I was about to call it a night but then I get a call for Britney. Supposedly, she came down from the mountain heading to the valley. I thought it was another wack ass fake tip but I decided just to check out to make sure. For last couple of months Mrs. Spears has been all over town doing insane things but for the last couple of weeks she’s been in hiding. Maybe she wanted to make us believe she had calmed down but it was not the case this night. I take a drive on Mulholland Drive up to The Summit and noticed the night crew was not there, parking my car on the side of road making a couple of calls to figure where she was then Arturo shows up in his brand new Jaguar, which is not so new after a couple of Britney follows as the transmission is already gone to shit, the brakes probably needed to be changed weeks ago and the smell from all the fast food wrappers from all the stake outs has a worse smell then an actual garbage truck.

But it didn’t matter to him because he could afford another expensive car because during the Britney days, the money for the shots were so ridiculous that you would do anything to get those photos. From large SUVs to exotic European automobiles, the cars from all those Britney chases looked like car extras from the Fast and the Furious. He tells he she’s already on the other side of the valley and the guys are on it, so I jump in his shit with my gear heading to the hunt. He tells me she’s been out for the last twenty minutes and we need to catch up to the pack. He drives like a bat out of hell, swerving down to the valley as he gets a location of where she was in the valley. Apparently, she was with her manager, driving like a maniac trying to get away from us, which is never a good for us or other drivers on the road.

We are minutes away from catching up to the pack when Arturo gets a tip that a bunch of paps have been caught by the cops for speeding, but they didn’t stop Britney. So, he slows down a bit making sure we don’t get caught up, as minutes later we see a gang of cops pulling over a bunch of paps on Sepulveda Blvd with their backs against a chain link fence being questioned by the cops. We quietly pass them as Arturo finally spots the infamous white Mercedes as continue the hunt. We try to drive normal hoping to not raise any suspicion to Mrs. Spears. Although, she was still driving erratic as we try to figure out her next move.

We’re still in the valley as Arturo spots a notorious Britney hangout, the grocery store. He drives past her making it look like we were just normal stoned dudes, who needed to go to the grocery store because we had the munchies. Arturo pulls into the Ralph’s parking lot as we can see the Britney followed right behind us trying to find a parking spot. We do a couple of loops until Mrs. Spears found a spot getting out of the car with her manager heading to the grocery store. We decide not to shoot her going in as we wait until she finally walked into the store. We park the car feeling a bit astonished that we were the only one there following her. But it was short-lived as paps start to arrive at grocery store like bloodhounds finding her scent. All of us wait at the exit like a couple of hungry wolves waiting for our meal. We see her in line with her manager with a basket full of groceries looking like she was about to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for a small army. We saw our opportunity and took it, storming the Ralphs blasting Mrs. Spears while she was checking out.

Amazingly, as we were flashing the shit out of her none of the patrons or the store employees thought it was odd. They just acted like it was totally normal that two people were getting photographed at a grocery store like it was a runaway show. She finally checks out proceeding to get out the store as we continue to shoot her as she smiled and giggled for us like a school girl right after school. When we reach the parking lot there were actually fans of hers waiting and trying to get autographs from her. I push them to side trying to get more shots but they weren’t going to be denied as they wanted to meet the Princess of Pop. She graciously obliges them by posing with them. I finally had enough of shooting her feeling like a stuffed lion. I just looked at the controlled chaos that was surrounding her as she tired to act like a normal woman trying to get groceries past one o’clock in the morning. She finally gets back into her car with her manager as we run back to Arturo’s car to continue the hunt.

We all start following her again but not as crazy like before because we already got our shots which were great, so good that it could have probably fixed the transmission on Arturo’s brand new Jaguar. While in the car he tells me she was probably going home, which he was right again as she pulled into her compound. We pull on the side of road down Mulholland Drive to check out our photos and video. Once again, I was about to call it a night when Arturo tells me she’s probably going to come out again. I tell him to stop fucking with me but then in the corner of my eye I see the infamous white Mercedes passing us heading down Mulholland Drive. I know who I was dealing with but I was totally shocked and amazed that she came out again. I mean where the fuck is she going to past two in the morning. As we follow her again in the dead of night wondering where she would take us now. 

This time she took us into Hollywood going towards Robertson Blvd, which is called Paparazzi Alley because it’s where the Ivy and a lot of trendy shopping stores that many celebrities like to shop. Naturally, all the stores were closed including the gas station as I thought for fucks sake where was this girl going? Then after a couple of laps up and down Paparazzi Alley I see the store manager of Kitson opening up his shop for Britney. She parks right in front of store as we all get out of cars shooting her once again pretending like we didn’t just shoot her thirty minutes ago. She and manager get the run of the store all by themselves as we shoot her looking and trying out clothes. The word has spread that she came out again as the freaks with cameras were coming out of the shadows. As our small gangbang became larger and larger as the store manager tells us that this was totally normal for her.

I thought about what he said as I looked at all the freaks at the window taking photos of Britney trying to be normal girl shopping for clothes at a time where normal people usually slept. Did I also mention this was not the weekend, it was the middle of the week when this shit is all going down. I thought what at any point of this whole night resembled any kind of normalcy. These are not actions of a normal grown human being even with the all media attention she was getting, this was outrageous by any standards of a public or private figure. But as savages we don’t think about that because our job is to report the news no matter how insane or how disturbing it is. So, we keep on shoot as she grabs bags of clothes to her car, proceeding to another a store which is kindly opened up just for her to shop in. 

We continue the process of following her then shooting her inside of the store. In the middle of it I start to breakdown, I couldn’t shoot anymore or I did not want to shoot her unless she did something different. I waited as the rest of the animals continued on with the media assault of her as she pretends to be a normal girl shopping on Paparazzi Alley trying to not get any attention from media keeping a low profile. Naturally, she was failing at it and maybe we all were because we were part of the problem. But it was not that kind of night trying to fix the world’s problems. It was just a normal night with a normal girl doing normal things followed by grown men with cameras. It’s past three in the morning when she finally stops her shopping spree heading back to her car. We do the dance again one last time running back to our cars following her in the dark. Arturo tells me once again she probably is going back home, which I prayed to the gods she did because I was getting really tired and I was starting to lose what little mind I had left. Luckily, she went back home again as we pull into the side of the road next toMulholland Drive.  Before, Arturo says anything I grab all my things getting out of the car, as he tells me as I walk to my car she’s probably going out again but I didn’t care. I’ve had enough of her and the freaks. I just wanted to go home and sleep, which I didn’t care if I even uploaded the photos because I was so tired. 

As I make my way to my car I could hear the sounds of cars starting up, as I hear walkie talkies chirping that she was coming out again but I’ve made up my mind about going home. I’ve had enough with the craziness and the freaks as I see the infamous white Mercedes again drive past me along with the money train going down Mulholland Drive into the unknown during the twilight hours. I say a quite pray in the dark for the hunted because there is usually no mercy from the hunters, as I put an end on this fucked up night but it wasn’t going to be the last crazy night with her unless she actually decides to act normal, which could mean the end of these insane nights. 

Secretly, I didn’t want it to end because I know it’s fucked up but it’s a great ride to be on, which you can only ride it once in your lifetime. In the end, we regret all things we should have done because we were too scared. I just hope I don’t have those regrets as I enjoy this crazy ass ride called life or something like it.

RYAN FU

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SEX: The Spiritual Implication by Eloalota (BLW Contributor) – What are your thoughts on Casual Sex?

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Sex is more than just a physical act. There is also a deep spiritual aspect to sex. But you probably knew already, didn’t you? Or at least you may have had an inkling of it in your soul.

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whenever two bodies engage in sex, their souls are also united. How is that possible? Well….. Simply put, God made sex. You and i didn’t create it. If you were only a body and not a soul then sex would only be physical. Memo to you: “your soul is immortal and will never cease to exist, no matter what you do with your body.” so….. We don’t get to dictate to God where the boundaries for sex are to be set. That’s his call , and his alone. you have probably heard the saying, “He who has the gold makes the rules.” That may often be the way it plays out on earth, but i have another one for you. “He who created man’s body and soul gets to establish the sexual boundaries of right and wrong.” I am talking about a universal code of conduct that is not based on your strongest sexual desires, but rather, upon God’s authoritative word.so where is that place that souls go during sex? Actually, there are three places souls can go…..and only three.

The first place, the bible calls this place “the marriage bed.” (Hebrews 13:4) this is the only way your soul can enjoy “safe sex”. It is the only place God has sanctioned and chosen to bless. The other two places where many souls connect during sex will bring a curse and not a blessing.

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Making Fun of the Mentally Ill by A Journey with You (BLW Contributor)

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I grew up in a very small town, the kind of town where everyone knew everything about their neighbors, and the truth was, all of us were neighbors.

When I walked home from the community swimming pool, that cost ten cents to use all day, it wasn’t unusual for someone to stop me and ask me if I was a Whitver. “Are you Little Whit’s sister?” A teenager that went to school with my oldest brother might ask, or an adult out watering their grass might say, “Are you RuthAnne’s daughter?”

There are a number of good things about living in a town where you are easily recognizable, and people know the members of your family, but it can be hard too.

My first introduction to mental illness was my best friend’s father. He had bipolar disorder and would not stay on his medication. The whole town knew him, and many people were afraid of him.  He was a very large man with hands that stretched out the size of a dinner plate.  He owned a farm outside of town and would drive down Main Street in an old truck with a pitchfork and some wild looking dogs in the back. He had a booming voice, and when he walked down the street people moved out of his way.

I didn’t know how hard it was on my best friend until she told me one day when we were both adults that every morning on the school bus the kids used to tease her and call her dad, “crazy.”

My little friend, who I remember with the deep coffee colored eyes, wearing a brown dress with orange and yellow daisies on it, her black hair cut into a bob, and a little bow resting crooked around her neck, was teased and had to listen to the other children call her dad names.

Because her father’s illness was untreated most of the time, and because his actions were so public, his condition brought her humiliation and shame.

My friend still hates to visit the town where we grew up, because there are too many ghosts there and too many painful memories for her.

These are lifelong scars for my friend who is now fifty years old.

Are children any more educated and aware today?  I’d like to think so, but with the memes and jokes I read on social media from people who are parents, I would say, no.  Most people still think it is okay to make fun of the people with mental illnesses.

I’d like to change that.  I can’t change the experience of a bus full of children calling my best friend’s dad crazy while she sat there probably crying and trying to be invisible.  I can’t change that for her, but maybe, just maybe I can change it for another child, on another bus, in another town, waiting at the bus stop thinking how today his mom or dad couldn’t make breakfast for him, because they were experiencing depression.  I’d like that child to feel comfortable to go to school, tell his teacher, and receive something to eat.  No judgement. No name calling. Just a little bit of help to a family that is struggling.

Can we do it? Can we learn to stop making fun of the mentally ill? I think so much depends upon it.

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If you don’t like Spiders, then don’t go to Australia cause it’s raining Spiders!!! (Science is Awesome)

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Millions of baby spiders seemed to be falling from the sky, covering the vegetation with their silk!

According to NBC News, millions of tiny spiders recently fell from the sky in Australia, alarming residents whose properties were suddenly covered with not only the creepy critters, but also mounds of their silky threads. But that’s not where the frightful news ends: Experts say that such arachnid rains aren’t as uncommon as you might think.

This month’s spider downpour in the country’s Southern Tablelands region is just the most recent example of a phenomenon commonly known as “spider rain” or, in some circles, “angel hair,” because of the silky, hairlike threads the spiders leave behind.

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“Ballooning is a not-uncommon behavior of many spiders. They climb some high area and stick their butts up in the air and release silk. Then they just take off,” Vetter told Live Science. “This is going on all around us all the time. We just don’t notice it.”

The reason people don’t usually notice this ingenious spider behavior is that it’s not common for millions of spiders to do this at the same time, and then land in the same place, said Todd Blackledge, a biology professor at the University of Akron in Ohio.

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“In these kinds of events [spider rains], what’s thought to be going on is that there’s a whole cohort of spiders that’s ready to do this ballooning dispersal behavior, but for whatever reason, the weather conditions haven’t been optimal and allowed them to do that. But then the weather changes, and they have the proper conditions to balloon, and they all start to do it,” Blackledge told Live Science.

Poetry Mondays – Great Expectations by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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I am going to let you down.

Not because I want to,

it’s because I have to.

I have to be better,

faster,

smarter,

than anyone else because

you want to see me fail. 

I know you want to look down on me

with your arms raised high to the Gods,

hovering over me

like you won life’s race

but you didn’t.

This is a marathon,

a dog fight,

where I embrace the Grind

putting my head down,

biting my on mouthpiece.

A world filled

with high school counselors,

misjudging me,

telling me my future,

but you’re not a fortune teller

because I control my destiny.

I am ready to write my own story.

I am ready to fail.

I am ready to disappoint you.

I am ready to be great.

I am ready to die.

Are you?

RYAN FU

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Artsy Fartsy – Do you have Faith in Humanity? – Art Pieces by Banksy

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Dorothy Police Search

Banksy’s Dorothy Police Search canvas is yet another piece featuring a pop-culture figure to help express a message. Much like the beginning portion of the Wizard of OZ, the piece is in typical Banksy style, done in a black and white stencil. The only exception to this is the officer’s gloves, which are presented in a blue-latex material.

In the piece, Banksy creates this 2D storyline. It appears that the police official is stopping Dorothy without probable cause. The blue-latex gloves handling the basket imply the officer is searching for something. Dorothy and Toto’s efforts to get home are being delayed by the search.

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I Remember When All This Was Trees

Location: Detroit, Mich.

Banksy’s take on Detroit created somewhat of a firestorm. The work originally stood on a brick wall outside of the Packard Plant in Detroit until members of the 555 Gallery took it upon themselves to dismantle the newly discovered piece. The work of the anonymous artist was then transported to the gallery in southwest Detroit. Since the piece was put up on the downtrodden remains, however, no one could truly claim ownership of the work.

The piece is a take on Detroit’s financial deprivation, quite evident by the placement of the work. The Packard Plant has fallen into abandon since the automotive market left Detroit. The words “I remember when all this was trees” stands beside a dejected child, referring to the scene of many squatters and homeless individuals within the Packard Plant.

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