Mission Succexy
The musing of Samantha Steele, a twenty-something year old trying to find her way in the big, wide world - which at the moment is Cape Town. Read about my search for work, love and good times. To keep up with my daily foibles, follow me on Twitter @steelesm
Not drowning, but waving!
19 April 2011
Fairlady and Mission Succexy are ending their brief but beautiful sojourn together. But no worries, ardent fans and enthusiasts! Mission Succexy will still be up and limping haphazardly from one disaster to another on the Wordpress site: http://samanthasteele.wordpress.com. BONUS Now you can
Being a sport
11 April 2011
If Yoda is right and "There is no 'try', only 'do'", then I did not run the 10km Spar Women's Race this weekend. However, if running a race is placed on a continuum instead on a 'did' or 'didn't' scale, then I pretty much ran a race this weekend, I basically ran a race this weekend, I essentially
Tick tock goes the biological clock
1 April 2011
I have a major problem. It's called the baby fever: symptoms include oohing, ah-ing and cooing over little squishy faces, and (gasp!) a strange desire to make one myself. And I don't mean like with a Lego kit or something from Ikea. It's not logical, I know that (and to any eligible young men
Carnivale!
22 March 2011
We were sitting where the floats came to die. The Under-the-Sea float lay quiet and dark, the sailors long disembarked and the fish (lit up and attached to bicycles) had cycled away to who-knows-where. The Gay Pride float was fighting the good fight, the men on it singing YMCA while kicking and
Love to Japan
18 March 2011
My mind has been invaded by the increasingly devastating disasters in Japan. Some calamities dig their claws into body and brain, while others sweep by in the stream of news; easily forgotten. Japan's calamity has made a home in my mind, a home of pictures, numbers (8.9 quake, 10m waves, 2000
The tanning chronicles
9 March 2011
Sometimes - a lot of the time actually - I feel like I'm at war with my body. There's the constant battle to get a teeny tiny toushie, my backstabbing hair (The Fringe: need I say more?), and I'm chronically white. I was born a pale, untanned gelatinous mass and by golly, that's the way I'm going
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