That’s it, it is this muruku snacky thing that I cannot go without every day. What’s written on the package “The snack with the crunch & the punch”. Damn straight it is. I brought these packets of muruku, courtesy of my sis, all the way from Ipoh; actually it should be from Singapore/Ipoh/KL/US. They are no longer the curly muruku but bits and pieces muruku. Yet they are still so good. Both Db and I are trying so hard not to eat so much of these. He said it’s easy to place the order but it’s not easy to get it.
Oh yeah, there’s another item that we are still eating it slow. Remember this cake?
Yeppers, we still have 2 pieces left. DB said he can eat the entire cake all by himself, but he knows what he’s gonna get if he did. We had two small pieces on Sunday and he told me to place the order in now. Ahemmmm, sis, did you read that?
I told him he will have to pick it up across the big pond if he wants the cake so bad.





