Friday, October 30, 2009

Happy weekend...


I just had the most enlightening conversation...It splintered open my universe. I'll blog about it soon but I first need to order my thoughts....fascinating!


Have a wonderful weekend.


[editors note: Bourne is away for 2 weeks so you'll be hearing from Huffy a lot as she misses him and gets bored easily when he isn't near.]

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

An open letter: Ex-friend

[editors note: Huffy has removed this as she doesn't want to be "that person". She has become a master of "rising above it". Go figure.]

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

An open letter: Terrence Bray...

Dear Terrence,
It is rare for people to surprise me....it is even more rare for them to surprise me in a good way. You, sir, are the razor-sharp tip of the sword of the fashion industry in this country. You are not only creative; you inspire others. You are not only a perfectionist; you see the beauty in everything and everyone. You are not only a leader; you trust yourself enough to create the dreams of others.
In an industry rife with bickering and backstabbing, you stand calm and confident. You exude warmth and welcome, and your smile is a haven in the backstage babble of insecurity. In this place where originality is expected and smothered at the same time, you not only hold your own with elegance and grace, you allow others to feel accepted and worthy too.
So, thank you. Your support and compassion in amongst the over-shoulder-glares, is so appreciated. It is no surprise to me that you have a legion of loving supporters and talent who radiated towards you and your work.
It means more to me than you know...or will ever realise. Thank you.
With warmest regards and much respect,
Huffy

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Drum roll please...

Bourne is feeling left out because he isn't mentioned consistently in the blog...
...I have some questions...
How do you write about someone who leaves you speechless with their kindness?
How should I describe the man who has taught me how a man should behave and love?
What do I say that adequately describes how much I love him and how lucky I am to have him?
There. are. no. words.

See, here's the thing...


We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off
To have a good time!

That's all very well and good, but what if your body is less than clothes-off worthy? With the weather heating up (theoretically speaking) and summer about to bludgeon us on the back of the head....

...what is your torture of choice to get into shape?

As like most people, I head off to my nearest gym and jostle for position on the machines....which I hate, by the way. Now I know you're not expecting and possibly cringing at the thought of a "how to gym..." post. (If that's what you were expecting, you don't know me and get the fuck out of here!)

I am, however, going to post my top 9 gym irritations:

9.
Deodorant-deficient body builders

8.
Ponytail poppies (see "models") using the gym as a social catch up and gossip arena (easily recognisable by their straightened hair, perfectly applied make up and fake french tip nails.)

7.
Sweaty handles and seats on the machines....gym towels people!

6.
Nose-wipers in the pool...nuff said!

5.
Over the top serious gymers...none of us really want to be here at 5am each morning, so chill the fuck out, go home and binge eat that last packet of oreos.

4.
I-have-a-towel-but-choose-not-to-use-it-after-showers-so-I-walk-around-naked-in-the-change rooms people (not to be confused with the I-have-a-towel-but-it's-too-small-to-cover-my-bits-so-I-just-tie-it-around-my-waist/hang-it-over-my-shoulder people)

3.
Half-dressed old ladies with their bon-bons out while they get dressed in the change rooms. Thank you for that enticing look into the future of the female anatomy....it's actually a really clever way to get more woman to opt into the boob-job craze!

2.
Naked-ass people sitting in the steam room or on the change room bench sans towel...just chilling after their shower, letting their sweat and ecoli encrust and ferment on communal areas.

1.
People bending over the apply cream to their feet/legs with their naked cellulite/pimply/stretch mark ass in the air....usually pointed at the door so every poor sap to enter the change room get this wondrous and retina-scarring view!

Moral of the story: You are at the gym for a reason. Cover it up!

[editors note: Huffy is in less than perfect shape herself and although she has very strong opinions of what should (and shouldn't) be on public display, she is very careful to cover her bon bons and Britney while in the change rooms. She is all for naked Sundays, but believes that some parts of your body should only be shared (purposefully or accidental) with your loved ones. They love you. They don't mind... or have a choice.]

PS: I have a feeling this post might become a repeat affair....send me your worst gym experiences....lets share!
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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Scales of gray...






My new fetish...loves it! I WANT THEM ALL!!
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Friends...

...they make us happy...
...they make us sad....
Lucky I have more of the first kind!





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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I am living...

Shit happens man
I tell you, life is hard and I’m tired of fighting
There’s so much I wanna do
So much I wanna see
But there are lions and demons pushing me back,
Holding me down
And I’m wondering, why
I’m wondering, how do I carry on?
Where does the faith come from?

And then I remember and I look inside
And I see my strength
It’s like a white hot fire
Filling me and setting me free
And I fight back, harder and stronger

Screw this reality man
There’s too much going on and not enough good in the world
People scratch their way forward
Without care or compassion
And I’m thinking, why
I’m thinking about quitting
I’m thinking that there’s not enough in me

And then I remember and I look around
And I see your love
It’s like a white hot fire
Flowing over me and setting me free
And I fight back, harder and stronger

I push harder and further and never look back
I see the dream and I scream and growl and roar until it is mine
People pass and watch and stare and laugh
But they disappear with my fear and doubts
I surround myself with warriors and I trust,
I trust that I am strong and capable and good enough
More than good enough
More than strong
More than everything
I am more than alive
I am living

To: My noo noo

Words: My own

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Words...

When reality and fantasy collide...










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Love...

Because often the reality is better than the fantasy...






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Graphic...

Because sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality...








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