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My Mom's Cornflakes Cookies Recipe

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Assalamualaykum. 😆

Hi, some of my friends requested the recipe for the cookies I posted in Instagram story.
Looks good and tempting kan puasa puasa ni? hiks. Heyy tu belum pineapple tart lagi. 😉
Alright here there are gaiss. Let's get started.

1 adunan Cornflakes cookies = +- 50 cookies (depending on the size)
Ingredients:

120g self-raising flour (Blue Key pun okay, tepung gandum also can..) 50g castor sugar100g butter (I use Buttercup) 1 egg yolk (kuning teloq only) 50g Cornflakes (crushed) - lot 130g Cornflakes (coarsely crushed) - lot 2vanilla essence yellow food colouring (optional) 

Preparation
🍪 ayak tepung.
🍪 crush Cornflakes - to not too fine and not too coarse. 50g to be added into dough, prepare another 30g crushed Cornflakes untuk sadur. [sadur? salut?]
🍪 room temperature butter
🍪 separate the yolk
🍪 preheat oven to 150'C - 160'C, conventional heating

The "How To"

Mix butter and castor sugar until fluffy. (hilang sugary texture and mixture jadi whit…

The Growth.

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[free and easy entry]
I had finished my degree study weeks ago. 3 weeks to be exact. The feeling is so relieving and calming that you do not need to wake up early to go to lecture, you don't have any deadlines, you are requirement-free and other superficial *loncat-loncat* happy feelings of graduating from a degree.   but, deep down inside I do agree to some points that you're going to miss all those hectic moments of being a student. Cincaa..  
2013/2014 Year One. Gosh masa ni noob habis. Semua rasa baru, except the packed schedule lah sebab one year foundation compared to other colleague yang biasa free-and-easy 2 year foundation. All of pharmacy students (female) being placed in Mahallah Tabari. Mahallah yang tercampak di luar campus compound, no other choice of place to eat except the cafe and lifeless compared to current condition. That time, mana ada segala Burger King, MYNY cafe, laundry, Lebak.. (banyak lagi nak list down but hmm) 
My first year memories semua circulating…

Post PTIII paper - damaged.

You stayed up until it's two in the morning. Or maybe you just stayed till idk maybe three because you didn't even check the clock while revising. Then the brain couldn't have enough time for memory consolidation. You're too exhausted, the short-term memory in the hippocampus is fading. Why? Because there's no repetition. 
Try the deal - pre-read, read details and reread.  Failed. 
Everything I read seems to be locked inside but when I see the questions, I have no idea what I just read a couple of days ago. Checked the notes, (mengucap panjang) syukur ada lah juga ilmu fissudur yang Allah tolong. itupun Allah tolong.  Guessing. Its like throwing darts to target but the target is in clouds. Unbearable to be seen in naked eyes. in other words,  You have no idea about what you're guessing about.
Then nak kerja yang melibatkan people's life?  Gila. Cuba lah, cuba. belajar kerana ilmu. Cuba, belajar sebab minat nak tahu. Cuba, belajar untuk membantu. 

Berkat ke tak berkat…

The Lies I Tell Myself

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You can still be pretty without those new clothes.  You can mix and match your dress with all the scarfs you currently have, they're overloading the "shawl box".  You can always smile bright even if you forgot to put on your balm or lipstick.  You can see his moves eventho you misplaced your spectacles.  You can always be better even if you fail the quiz.  You don't need those new colour blouse.  You are beautiful outside and inside.  You are going to be fine. I mean what can go wrong when you have you yourself as lover? As a hugger? As a masseur? As everything you want la. 
Those lies I tell when I needed to console myself. To remind me that I'm broke and needless to say that my crave for retail therapy and fancy food is beyond my stomach size. 
Save money la baby. Don't buy new dress. Don't look at new shades of shawl like you need it. Drink more plain water you don't need the cornetto. Eat rice till finish, no maggi-maggi anymore for your own good. No nando…

Mind Speaks #keberapaentah

It's real. When your eyes sink deep into his eyes, or his jawline, or his hair, or maybe like in my case his canine (haishh), any words he uttered flew like hummingbird sucking the honey out of your ears but you hear nothing. 
Itu ujian bhai, ujian. Tolong lah focus.  Or suruh dia pakai niqab. 
Puhahahhahaha.

4 - 1 = 3

There's a certain part in me, hesitating. There's a hole in me, gone missing.  There's a significant difference, between leaving and being left.   There's always a hope, from anything that passed. 
For all the times we had, nothing compared to the times we fought.  The hurt I felt and the hatred you grow.  That I just refused to show. 
Where are those sincere compliments?  Where are those crystal clear heartfelt?  You think I'm stupid?  You think my roller coaster rides are always going up?  You think my smile doesn't hide my real collapsed emotions?  You think I'm happy because I'm having what I have now?  No. Absolutely no. 
I've grown ruthless, care less, and a killer. I burned the bridge to keep us a distance.  Those lonely nights I screamed the crushed feelings.  You're so happy that you don't know what's happening to me.  You got yours and I was left alone and all you think about is my vengeance? Shit.  I built my broken pieces back with billions of…

Too Tough.

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Dalam satu  nafas itu terhela seribu penyesalan. Berat.  
Dalam setiap keputusan tersimpan sejuta keraguan. Yakin?

I'm still in a state that I haven't put much hope. 
After all hardships I faced. After those tremendous depression episodes. 

I keep a distance from people for more than half a year. 
I fix my heart. I sew the wounds one by one. Sometimes it tore and I bleed. 

Blinded my own eyes. Poking myself to laugh. Cry at nights. Smile a fake grin. 
And day by day, I grew up bolder, care less, but when I fall, I'm back to my real self. 

Oh you poor little heart. 

When you are alone, all you care about is yourself. 
Now that you're in a boat of two, you have to care for both. 
if the boat sinks, you both sink. 
if one lose, the other will lose too, 
if one wins, the other will also win. You're a team now. And there's no "I" in team.

Whoever came to you to claim for your damaged heart, you masked it. 
You lied. Show him the scars. Let him know how you survived. Port…