Putt putt putt .... I'm starting to feel like a decrepit hunk of junk of a car grinding its way down the road.
One hundred is on the horizon. With your help I'll get there this weekend and a wee package of Malaysian treats will be on its way to someone, somewhere, next week.
One thoughtful reader emailed to say it wasn't that he didn't want the goodies, it was that he didn't want me fork out the cash for postage. It's OK! I spend that much every couple of months getting my favorite coffee shipped over from California. Hey -- I've offered to give you a taste of Malaysia, so let me put my money where your mouth is.
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