Women Crush Wednesday (Throwback) – Lindsay Lohan “Smoke Break” by Ryan Fu

It was another hectic car chase with Lindsay today following her from her mandatory community service at the Red Cross. I always thought chasing someone on the streets was already crazy but successful following someone on the freeway took skills and balls. Especially when Lindsay was behind the wheel pretending it was the Indy 500 trying to get away from us. She wanted to stay out of the public eye because of the recent bad press about her rock star lifestyle. Of course, the media blew it out proportion calling her a troubled lost young adult, not resembling her younger former self. In any case, she didn’t give up all day long which seemed like she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight. 

We were determined to get a shot of her because everyone wanted to know what she was up to and everyone loves a fall from grace story. We carefully navigate our cars in and out of traffic, amazingly not causing any traffic accidents. She thankfully gets off the freeway heading towards Hollywood. We all prepare ourselves for her landing, telling my partner in the other car to get ready. She drives into a residential neighborhood, finally stopping at her assistant’s house. 

We quickly park our rides right in the middle of street blocking incoming traffic. We try to shoot her as soon as she gets out of her car but she puts her jacket over her head running towards the house as we try to get any kind of angle of her face but failing miserably. We then make the cardinal sin by getting on her property but I noticed what we were going and I stopped myself but unfortunately it didn’t stop the others from trying to take pictures of her. Looking at other paps not give a fuck about her private space as they walk all over the assistants Rose garden, shooting her right on her doorstep as she walks in to get away from the savages. 

Most of the paps decide to leave because they all felt like she wasn’t going out anymore because we acted like such animals towards her on the way in. My partner and I were the only ones to stay behind because we didn’t great shots of her going in. We quietly stayed inside of our cars hoping that she would step out again trying to get something for all our hard work today. An hour passes by as I start becoming claustrophobic inside of my own car.

I had to step outside, lighting up a fag. My partner had the same brilliant idea joining me outside as we smoked right in front of Lindsay’s house. As we were trying to relax we hear a faint call in the distance. It was Lindsay asking for a match.

We turn around looking at Lindsay walk towards us as we both don’t react to what was happening. She casually walks up towards us asking for a light again as my partner finally gives her a lighter. There was a bit of awkward silence for a couple of minutes as you would imagine as we both look at Lilo both of us thinking, why the hell we are not shooting the shit out her. She breaks the uncomfortable silence by talking about the weather as we respond with one word answers still in shock to what was going on. We were in the Twilight Show where she was a normal person and we weren’t scumbag paparazzis trying to get a photo.

We were just normal people sharing a metaphorical fire together using the bond of lung cancer. Looking at her carefully smoking her cigarette, she didn’t look like a troubled or lost person. She looked like any another young woman trying to get her shit together but with the add pressure of media. If we were in her shoes we wouldn’t probably handle it as well as she did. She finished her last puff saying it was great talking to us even though we only said a couple of words. It was nice to see we could be normal people if only for a couple of minutes. 

She walked back into her house as we walk back into our cars thinking about how amazing that interaction was between us and Lindsay. A couple of minutes later she came out with her assistant as we start shooting her again, walking towards her car pretending that we didn’t have an incredible bond we made just minutes ago.

But this is what it is, a symbiotic relationship between the hunted and the hunters, but always knowing we were all the same.

Just a bunch of people trying to make sense of this crazy ass world we are living in which all of us trying are best and hopefully we can stop cutting each other down, but let’s face it.

Haters are going to hate. It’s easy to say shit while you’re looking up from the bottom. I say “fuck em,” give them a reason to hate and just do you. Remember not everyone liked Jesus, but it didn’t stop him from being legendary.

RYAN FU

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!! Here’s Ryan Gosling story & pics

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She’s at a job interview right now. Then she should be on her way back to me.

It’s the longest we spent apart since we met. Just one night.

I got so used to her. To us. That now is odd for her not to be around. And I overslept. By a lot.

Bisho took her place in bed. Hey. I love my cat. But I prefer her by a lot.

I slept all over the place. And woke up several times in the morning. Just to be like… wait… have I been dreaming for the past week or so?!

Nah. My room is extremely clean.

I don’t even remember what it used to be like. Well… it was very dirty. But I ignored the fuck out of it.


Sunday was great.

Not only is my blog infested with cheesiness. Now my Instagram story line is too. First video story…

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BLW Interview w/ Magic Johnson wants Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie to stay together

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Poetry & Art – Collateral Damages

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The Sailboat & The Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Happy Father’s Day)

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Just give it up bro. 

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a leader,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

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Frosted Balls by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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It was over 100 degrees again today in Los Angeles, where the mere the thought of going outside caused you to sweat. It was so hot that it was inhumane to even work outside. So, Chuck and I decided to chill out at a friends pad to get out of the heat. 

“I love these low-calorie health bars,” Chuck says to me while unwrapping another energy bar.

“How many of those have you had?” Playing Call of Duty with my headset on. “BigDick90 I need you to secure the package, also watch out for snipers.”

“I’ve had like four, I’m going to lose weight in no time,” finishing another one.

“BigDaddy, I need you to throw a grenade in the building to clear out our path. BigDick watch our back while we go in.”

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April looks promising – Work, Money & Brad Pitt by Matthew Suarez

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WRITTEN BY: MATTHEW SUAREZ @MATINGAS

I feel like a senior in college the night before he has to turn in his last thesis. Except this time I’m not turning in 50+ pages of random liberal crap like I used to spout for my Resolution of Conflicts minor… I wished I saved my senior theses, I bet they were horrendous. I wrote two different 50 page, one 30 page and one shared 50 page with a team of four, fuck working in teams (it was about saving the whales). 

April looks promising. There is a lot of good stuff that will be happening (I hope and I am sorta nervous for all of it). I haven’t seen this much work laying on my desktop in a while. It’s a bit of a clusterfuck, but I’m getting it done one by one. It will be a very busy month. I have a lot of ideas for larger articles and I plan to do major changes to Tijuana Adventure. 

March was difficult, but March is also almost over. I spent most of it being broke and stressed while working and looking for a job. It wasn’t until this last Tuesday that I finally got a decent paycheck. I paid a little debt that I had, enjoyed myself, and did some work. Unfortunately, the work I did was rejected and the other research I was doing prove to be more difficult than I first though (and I have more difficult research to do this week).

I tried working on Tuesday, but on my way to San Diego all I could think of was that I finally had some money. And once I deposited my check to the bank and had some cash, all I could think of is that I could finally eat out and enjoy myself. 

On Wednesday, I spent my morning doing some fruitless research and decided to go out. Found out that the awesome artist Teak (who happens to be my neighbor) painted me in his mural. His mural is about immigrants in Tijuana, Teak himself being one (and of course, myself)

Thursday I worked on more fruitless research, that I ended up deciding switching my focus to the events from Wednesday, the Dinner in The Sky shit. Also started collecting info and pictures for a food review of a vegan place.

Friday I sent what I had work on so far on the week, sadly, this was my aforementioned rejected article. That afternoon I got more vegan food and went to Plaza Fiesta to get an interview for a re-write (more of this in upcoming weeks). I got day drunk thanks to a Quadruple Belgian beer (and others) but got great material and pictures for more work.
Saturday the same, more work. I’m glad there wasn’t soccer matches on the Mexican league this weekend, otherwise I would have done nothing but watch soccer. I went to a different nerdy/awesome restaurant to again, collect pictures and information for yet more work! I think this is the post that I have typed the word “work” the most. Then I did more nerdy stuff by going to the Plaza Friki to play Street Fighter V with my friend Ohh Wow (I kicked his ass). Got more interview material and pictures at night for more and more work I’ll be doing this week… 

And guess what I did on Sunday?! I worked! I transcribed, wrote, edited, restructured and organized more WORK! Now I wished all this worked paid, but I guess that is where I’m barely getting at. Working and suffering to build a career (that hopefully is nothing like House of Cards). Tired from all the work, I napped on the early afternoon and woke up near midnight. Realizing it was Monday already and knowing that I have a lot of work to do on the week, I wrote the Monday blog post before dawn just to get it out of the way.

Brad Pitt

On my years chasing celebrities, I had a top three celebrities that people always asked for that I almost never saw. Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Johnny Depp. I never saw Depp, but I did catch Pitt and Clooney for a very brief moment each. Seriously, all I got were like 10 seconds. These people are busy. So I shouldn’t be complaining about how busy I am. I still have time to go to a nerdy plaza to play videogames… 

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I saw Pitt on February 5, 2011, that same day I also saw… Paris Hilton. And yes, if you are wondering, I did see Angelina Jolie (stories later).

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Pitt arrived on Terminal 2, so I’m guessing he was coming from Air France. There were dozens of paparazzi waiting, but he snuck by some “not so secret” doors and only a few caught him (I had a great position). Anyway, here are the pics of the only time I saw Pitt.

And now that I am done with my blog… I can go to bed (it’s 2:57 now) so I can wake up and do more work. I’m kinda hungry, but I’m sure that eating at this hour is not a good idea. Napping for four hours during the afternoon is also not a good idea, but I guess this is the life of a freelance.

Check out the whole article @ https://matingas.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/april-looks-promising-work-money-brad-pitt/

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RYAN FU

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The Sailboat & the Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Miss you Dad)

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$_12

Just give it up bro. 

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a businessman,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

Unknown

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Poetry & Art – Collateral Damages

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