I don't get out much, so when my sister invited me to have dinner I thought, 'Sure, why not?' My sister bought this deal at Ensogo: International Buffet at Seasons, Waterfront Manila Pavilion. Originally priced at PHP1600 per person, I think my sister only paid half that? I forgot.
I woke up late so I decided not to eat because we were going to dinner anyway and she'll be arriving soon. Soon turned out to be long, hungry hours as my sister ran very, very late. I was starving.
I didn't want to eat anything because, hello! Buffet! I wanted to sample everything. *cough*glutton*cough* I don't get out a lot and I'm broke most of the time so sue me! And I think, I'm a fat girl. I can take it. Lol!
A plate and a half later, "I'm dying! I'm dying!" Wth, I needed a break! But there were more plates to go...
I enjoy Japanese pop music, I've watched their films and I absolutely love anime. But Japanese food has left me confused. I've eaten okonomiyaki before and really liked it, and there are some stuff from the Japanese buffet table that I thought was really delicious. But for the most part it was "clear" and I don't know if this buffet is indicative of what the Japanese typically eats. "Clear" was the word that came to mind while eating all the nifty little creations from the Japanese table. And "clear" is not the type of food I'm most accustomed to. I prefer my dishes to scream "health problems" in my head while I eat them.
My sister says the Vikings buffet has a bigger selection. I wouldn't know; I've never been to Viking's. Was I left speechless? No, but I was full and, at that moment, satisfied. Next time I should eat Japanese food first so the 'clear' taste wouldn't clash so much with everything else I've eaten. The food setup needed a little work. Some food tables looked a little sparse while others looked cramped. While I mostly like the interiors, the setup of tables and chairs in relation to the buffet table seems a bit awkward. The slightly elevated dining area on the side made the ceiling seem lower. And don't sit near the posts or the glass wall.
After dinner, we explored the floor outside Seasons. There was a little shop to the side of the lobby. This little place says "Souvenirs". What would you think to sell in a souvenir shop? Keychains, magnets, bags, shirts, decorative shit? Well, this little store thinks outside the box.
Behold: Random Writings on Corporate Law. Because Writings on Corporate Law is the best reminder you can get of your trip. Obviously. And not just Writings on Law. It's RANDOM Writings. Imagine being the poor sap that gets this as a pasalubong. Lol.
Well, of course they know their business better than I do. Maybe they just have really intellectual clients who like to spend their spare time on brushing up on their English skills and whatnot. Eh, whatever floats your boat.
We went to the casino!!
And spent a grand total of ... PHP40!! Wahahaha!
Seriously, it was the weirdest shit I've encountered in a while.
When they called it an arcade it really was. It was like Time Zone with old, sad, sad people. Really. One woman was smoking a cigarette pushing buttons and if I could put subtitles on her it would've been like, "I've been here for a while. ~puff~ Shit ain't happening. ~push-push~ I'm so effin' miserable. ~smoke~."
We had no idea what to do or how to operate any of the machines so we walk around looking at the machines and these two women start glaring at us. The older one starts walking behind my sister while saying something I couldn't hear. I panic a bit and think, 'WTF! Stop talking to us!' My sister gets annoyed and confronts the lady. So apparently these ladies were paid to guard the machines. When somebody who has been using the machine decides to take a break, they pay these ladies to stay with the machine to prevent others from using the machine and possibly hitting the jackpot. They thought we were trying to swoop in on one of the machines. When we said we were new here their demeanor changed and they left us alone.
We pick a machine, the PHP1 kind, because we are cheapskates. The lady who works for the casino shows us how it's operated. Instructions were: Pick button, push button. Seemed fairly easy enough.
Push, push, push. "Are we getting addicted yet?" No. It was pretty stupid just pressing buttons. The guy next to us was shaking his head. Why? There was nothing he could have done to affect the outcome. I thought the catch of these things was the illusion that you could affect the outcome. It was a machine, programmed to not give you anything until some unknown condition was met. It would have been better if it had been actual roulette you could turn so you could at least think that you could do better next time depending on the force you exert on the roulette.
We could see how easy it was to lose money by just pressing buttons. My sister hadn't sat down for more than five minutes but there was no point in continuing so we decided to just explore the place.
Whatever idea I have about casinos came from movies and tv- rich and glam. Ok not really, they also depict the average person taking a whack at the slot machines. But I didn't think it looked like this. Ordinary, really ordinary people, gambling. Not that I'm dissing on anyone. I think anybody has every right to be here if they want. But I can't help but think, "Nooooo. That's money for food on the table you're spending. Don't do this to your family. Go home. Go home. Go hooooome!"
And the people on the slot machines are like tired, miserable souls. There was just something so inexplicably sad about them. About this whole place, really. I saw a woman digitally betting on a roulette. She won but she should since she bet on almost all the numbers.
The farther you go up the better the area was and I'm guessing the higher the bets. While the lower floors could give you claustrophobia, the top floor had the most vertical space. It was also brighter and there was entertainment and more uniformed personnel attending to the people. One guy probably sat there gambling for a very long time because he had a guy massaging his back while his dealer looked close to dying.
After that we decided to go home. We got out of the hotel and walked to the side just as as these two well-dressed ladies were walking towards the hotel. They were followed by a man. A very old man. I was freaking out in my mind thinking, 'You're too old to take on those two girls! You're gonna die!' Well, I guess if he's going to go out, might as well go out with a bang. Hehehe.
I've been clearing and organizing posts and I found this post in draft. I originally wrote this in September 2012.
I woke up late so I decided not to eat because we were going to dinner anyway and she'll be arriving soon. Soon turned out to be long, hungry hours as my sister ran very, very late. I was starving.
I didn't want to eat anything because, hello! Buffet! I wanted to sample everything. *cough*glutton*cough* I don't get out a lot and I'm broke most of the time so sue me! And I think, I'm a fat girl. I can take it. Lol!
A plate and a half later, "I'm dying! I'm dying!" Wth, I needed a break! But there were more plates to go...
I enjoy Japanese pop music, I've watched their films and I absolutely love anime. But Japanese food has left me confused. I've eaten okonomiyaki before and really liked it, and there are some stuff from the Japanese buffet table that I thought was really delicious. But for the most part it was "clear" and I don't know if this buffet is indicative of what the Japanese typically eats. "Clear" was the word that came to mind while eating all the nifty little creations from the Japanese table. And "clear" is not the type of food I'm most accustomed to. I prefer my dishes to scream "health problems" in my head while I eat them.
Not a fan of that white jelly-looking stuff.
My sister says the Vikings buffet has a bigger selection. I wouldn't know; I've never been to Viking's. Was I left speechless? No, but I was full and, at that moment, satisfied. Next time I should eat Japanese food first so the 'clear' taste wouldn't clash so much with everything else I've eaten. The food setup needed a little work. Some food tables looked a little sparse while others looked cramped. While I mostly like the interiors, the setup of tables and chairs in relation to the buffet table seems a bit awkward. The slightly elevated dining area on the side made the ceiling seem lower. And don't sit near the posts or the glass wall.
After dinner, we explored the floor outside Seasons. There was a little shop to the side of the lobby. This little place says "Souvenirs". What would you think to sell in a souvenir shop? Keychains, magnets, bags, shirts, decorative shit? Well, this little store thinks outside the box.
Oooh, souvenir shop!
It's closed, so I took a peek through the window.
Behold: Random Writings on Corporate Law. Because Writings on Corporate Law is the best reminder you can get of your trip. Obviously. And not just Writings on Law. It's RANDOM Writings. Imagine being the poor sap that gets this as a pasalubong. Lol.
Well, of course they know their business better than I do. Maybe they just have really intellectual clients who like to spend their spare time on brushing up on their English skills and whatnot. Eh, whatever floats your boat.
We went to the casino!!
I don't have any other Casino photo. Photos inside aren't allowed, I think.
And spent a grand total of ... PHP40!! Wahahaha!
Seriously, it was the weirdest shit I've encountered in a while.
When they called it an arcade it really was. It was like Time Zone with old, sad, sad people. Really. One woman was smoking a cigarette pushing buttons and if I could put subtitles on her it would've been like, "I've been here for a while. ~puff~ Shit ain't happening. ~push-push~ I'm so effin' miserable. ~smoke~."
We had no idea what to do or how to operate any of the machines so we walk around looking at the machines and these two women start glaring at us. The older one starts walking behind my sister while saying something I couldn't hear. I panic a bit and think, 'WTF! Stop talking to us!' My sister gets annoyed and confronts the lady. So apparently these ladies were paid to guard the machines. When somebody who has been using the machine decides to take a break, they pay these ladies to stay with the machine to prevent others from using the machine and possibly hitting the jackpot. They thought we were trying to swoop in on one of the machines. When we said we were new here their demeanor changed and they left us alone.
We pick a machine, the PHP1 kind, because we are cheapskates. The lady who works for the casino shows us how it's operated. Instructions were: Pick button, push button. Seemed fairly easy enough.
Push, push, push. "Are we getting addicted yet?" No. It was pretty stupid just pressing buttons. The guy next to us was shaking his head. Why? There was nothing he could have done to affect the outcome. I thought the catch of these things was the illusion that you could affect the outcome. It was a machine, programmed to not give you anything until some unknown condition was met. It would have been better if it had been actual roulette you could turn so you could at least think that you could do better next time depending on the force you exert on the roulette.
We could see how easy it was to lose money by just pressing buttons. My sister hadn't sat down for more than five minutes but there was no point in continuing so we decided to just explore the place.
Whatever idea I have about casinos came from movies and tv- rich and glam. Ok not really, they also depict the average person taking a whack at the slot machines. But I didn't think it looked like this. Ordinary, really ordinary people, gambling. Not that I'm dissing on anyone. I think anybody has every right to be here if they want. But I can't help but think, "Nooooo. That's money for food on the table you're spending. Don't do this to your family. Go home. Go home. Go hooooome!"
And the people on the slot machines are like tired, miserable souls. There was just something so inexplicably sad about them. About this whole place, really. I saw a woman digitally betting on a roulette. She won but she should since she bet on almost all the numbers.
The farther you go up the better the area was and I'm guessing the higher the bets. While the lower floors could give you claustrophobia, the top floor had the most vertical space. It was also brighter and there was entertainment and more uniformed personnel attending to the people. One guy probably sat there gambling for a very long time because he had a guy massaging his back while his dealer looked close to dying.
After that we decided to go home. We got out of the hotel and walked to the side just as as these two well-dressed ladies were walking towards the hotel. They were followed by a man. A very old man. I was freaking out in my mind thinking, 'You're too old to take on those two girls! You're gonna die!' Well, I guess if he's going to go out, might as well go out with a bang. Hehehe.
I've been clearing and organizing posts and I found this post in draft. I originally wrote this in September 2012.
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