A shitty day

Hi

I am on the verge of a nervous break down. I have so much I have to do but there is know way I am going to make it. Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank you to my friends that are helping me out with the stuff I can’t do. I love you for helping me.

Today I bought material for a new dance costume that I have to do but I tried to get started this evening and everything went wrong. The needle on the sewing machine broke and the result will not work out, so I have to start over. I hate making costumes.

Jen and Angelica are going to make afro costumes to for some upcoming shows. They are all inspired now that we are planning our trip to Brazil. I hope I can work for new years as I really don’t like New Years Eve.

On top of all my stress I don’t feel too good, I have a headache, sore throat and feel sick. Probably a cold on the way.

Now I have complained enough for one day.

Sunday Dinner

Hi world

It is Sunday morning or not really, I just got up but it is after two. I have planned a Sunday dinner at my place so the girls are on there way. We are having smoked meat with mushrooms and mash potatoes and peach cobbler for dessert.

Me and the girls were out yesterday. We went by Fridays, before heading to our regular bar. It was Calle`s birthday last night and the place was jam packed. Trust our luck that we got a table in the middle of about 15 ghetto girls, the kind that like to get drunk and just piss everybody off. So you came definitely say that we were in bad company and nobody spoke to any interesting guys. We just hung out with the usual people we already know. Me and Angelica were most in party mode and discussed going somewhere else. We only got to Max where we ordered two meals; bit into the hamburger changed our minds, left the food and went home. When I woke up around one I could have killed to have the food here. How stupid can we be leaving food?

To my dear Cecy, I am so sorry you are bummed out at home, but don’t you worry I will not let you down next week. As I also know the magic formula Angela + Cecy+Vodka= the time of our lives.


Thought of the week: People do surprise me!
Thanks to: the sweet taxi drivers that take me home properly and always wait until I am inside my building and say that I am beautiful at 4 o’clock in the morning when I look and feel like shit.

See ya

Swedens next samba model

Hi world

It has been a hectic couple of days. Yesterday I had my 2 hour dance class from 17- 19 as usual. What I didn’t know was that I had a show at 2030, so there I am dripping with sweat and hungry when Maristella picks me up and drives me home. I take a shower and do the fastest extreme make over ever. That went well but I couldn’t find my bikini, I had put it in one of those good places you know where you never find anything again. Eventually the bikini was found and my makeup was fade due to stress. We hadn’t eaten anything so we shoved some bread into our mouths and off we went. I turned out that the show was delayed as usual and that we were dancing for the police. The show went well and I was home before midnight. Not one cute policeman to be seen by the way. Once at home had to work a bit, all this running around does make me feel important even though I complain how tough it is.

First thing in the morning I was up and in full samba make up by eight o clock!!!!!!! I called a cab and set off for my first photo shoot ever. Cecy took a million photos of me, we had fun but it is hard standing and posing like that. I know I am 1.56 and weigh as much as a 1.80 modell but any modelling dream I had left was crushed today. It is hard work, I prefer business and samba! I am really looking forward to see how they turn out. Cecy has strict orders to retouch my tummy. I will post some of the photos.

Me and Angelica decided to finally go to an 80´s bar we had heard of so I emailed the club to get us on the guest list but trust our luck the club had its last night last Friday. However we are welcome next year. Bummer

I am so pissed off that James Bond is going gay in the next movie??????????????????????????? Isn’t it bad enough that the Marlboro man went gay in Brokeback Mountain????????????? Just to clarify I am not in any way against homosexuals but please can some guys just be left for us and just like women. Further clarification can be found www.cecysbarrio.blogspot.com if you can read Swedish that is.


Leading me up to my Friday evening I am staying in.

Luv bye!


“Oi Marcia

Ontem fiz um show de samba para policiais, era uma festa de natal! Hoje de manha eu tirei fotos num estudio. Vou botarlas no meu blog cuando estao prontas.
Estou com raiva que o proximo filme do James Bond ele vai vira gay, por favor deixa um homen ser homen mesmo???????!!!!!!”