Several days ago Dearest han brought me to The Manhattan fish market for its 'supposedly savoury' fish 'n chips. It wasn't good in any way, we had to pause for a while before a crew came to take our orders. Service was slow ( which I could excuse because it was a PH afterall), the seafood soup caused an awkward nausea and disgusted feeling when it oozed down my throat hence I stopped at my first spoonful. It didnt surprise us that The fish n chips were no where better, it was oily and my dory fish was too soft and thin I didn't had to chew on my fish, I could just swallow it. Han's Cherry Snapper was better, the meat was chewy but similarly, the fish wasn't fresh. In the end, none of us finished what we ordered and we walked out of the restaurant with a donation of almost $50. I wished that we went for Botak jones instead. Food's good, price's reasonable and we wouldn't get sore throat days after. So peeps, good luck to you if you're ever gonna step into Manhattan for whichever reasons. But be warned. (;
These few days I've been reading my own e journal, reflecting on small minute things I've done since I was 14. There were many happy memories, as well as days when even shopping couldn't leave an upward arch of my lips. I pretty much grew up of that grumpy and foolish adolescent I once were. Talk about days when irresponsiblity was the norm for someone like me. Those days were fast gone.
Away , will be back to finish this entry soon. Nows time to work!
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