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Monday, May 08, 2006

"The woman caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and stood transfixed, as if seeing herself for the first time: she marvelled at the blue lace network of veins across her chest. She noticed the stretch marks across her belly and began to smooth them with her fingers, remembering the magic of the twins' birth and the delight they bought her daily. She began to smile. As she did, she saw how deeply etched the lines around her eyes and her mouth had become. SHe was a woman who had laughed too loud, too often. She was indeed blessed."

This paragraph was derived from the book called " Authentic Woman " by Leslie & susanath which is now I am reading . A inspiring good book of being feeling gd your original self , the pride of being a real woman and also tips to take care of yourself . A book about aging gracefully.
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This is what I do in a sweet sunny afternoon.

I bought a little package of delicious Marcel Proust's magical madeleine at my delifrance outlet nearby my house out.
Have a nice afternoon tea all by myself, with the French cake dipped with tea and yummy.
The tasty cookie comes with a story.

It tells of a girl named Madeleine who created these shell shaped cookies for the Duke of Lorraine, who loved them and subsequently shared them with his daughter, Marie, the wife of King Louis the XV! They have been enjoyed in France ever since then.

It was to say that Madeleine must always dunk with tea like oreo cookie with milk for it taste perfecto!

Madeleine was often associated with Marcel Proust in his novel “Remembrance of Things Past.”

In a renowned passage of the autobiographical novel Marcel Proust “Remembrance of Things Past”, the fleeting taste of this cake/cookie calls to life the world of the narrator's childhood in Belle Epoque France:

“She (Marcel's mother) sent for one of those squat plump little cakes called "petites madeleines," which look as though they had been molded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell … I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure invaded my senses …
And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea.”

Nice ref from website www.slate.com

I took a bite. An "exquisite pleasure" had invade my senses. Swoosh it around in your mouth and savor the melted morsel of the cake to crumbs. Enlighten my senses and nostalgic.
Here, in my childhood , who heck care about sinful stuff hides behind the mouth-watering buttered pastry ?
Go on , and have you will have your own madeleine memories.

Just finished watching the drama “ My name called Sam soon “ and I really like this quote about the theory of men from ep 6. Sad but quite true…
01-Nice men are ugly
02-Handsome men are not nice
03-Handsome and nice men are married
04-Handsome, nice and unmarried men are useless
05-Handsome, nice, unmarried and rich men are not interested in us
06-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us are players
07-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us and faithful are homosexuals
08-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us, faithful, straight and who would not lose interest in us even if we made the first moves - these men must have some problems!

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