was in dayabumi last friday .. and before calling it a weekend, had a quick bite and drink at the resident mamak outlet there (teratai)
automatically ordered the mango juice without actually thinking of it..and ended up having another afterwards.
diluted only with the ice tubes. not like most outlets where they add copious amounts of water in the juicer/blender.
i think it may be the memory of the drink here that caused me to have such a craving for mango juice whilst i was preggers with kakak – to the point of jaywalking on jln ampang to get to the canteen across the street and when the bloody drink counter guy not only forgot to deliver my mango juice, he somehow still failed to serve up the drink when i purposely stationed myself (with the fully distended 3rd trimester tummy) infront of his counter.. i ended up bawling my eyes out * so the drama! *
good thing my lunch mates were good friends – so they kinda understood the emo-ness of it all
at least will have something to look forward too, in case i have the need to meet @ dayabumi again.
though i should rethink agreeing to being seated at the smoking area. never. again.