***This post was conceptualized during the summer of 2012. Although I made a post everyday, it never made it around to making this. So today, on my little “creation day” im finally going to get this out of draft limbo***
Over the summer I realized that my gaming experience had become more social than ever. More and more I abandoned my haven off single player games to play games with my friends. Great examples would be left 4 dead 2 and League of Legends. For the entire summer I never played alone. We explored these new worlds together.
It was not limited to that either, when friends came over we played games split screen using controllers. It brought back memories from my youth where my brother and I continuously played n64 and ps2 all day.
However the term social gaming has taken for the worst in the form of Facebook games. Big companies farming the public with in game purchases. Notifications and updates. Ugh.
Although solo games offered an arguably more immersive experience if continually choose “social games” over them. I suppose it had something with the wanting to fit in with them, or it was fun to do just about anything with them.
Mobile gaming also had a resurgence this year where I live, in the form of the games Candy Crush and Puzzle and Dragons. Everyone. I mean everyone played it. It was a fad, but while it lasted everyone had some common ground, something to talk about and share.
Thank you for reading my unorganized thoughts on how games have evolved into my social experiences.
I’ll be damned if I can’t use this
“The real tragedy is the tragedy of the man who never in his life braces himself for his one supreme effort- he never stretches to his full capacity, never stands up to his full stature.” -Arnold Bennett
Ever since my mom got her Westin Membership a few years back it has been a tradition. Every few months we pick a Sunday (any Sunday will do) to kick back at the pool, eat at a buffet and sleep in over-cushioned bed. All the while spending time the family, which is ever decreasing.
I always thought that the Westin would be one of those quietly ignored hotels. The ones that lay a bit out-of-the-way of civilization. The ones the fancy rich families go to and the over-curious tourist. Continue reading
Ok, I lied. It’s my first time being seventeen. Quick fact about 17: It’s my third favorite number, behind 7 and then 5.
My first greetings started on Wednesday, the night before. I was spending my last few hours as a sixteen year old playing League of Legends (typical!). All of a sudden I recieved a call from an ecstatic Joel. Continue reading
Part 2 of my Day in Hong Kong! If you didn’t read the first part fear not! Here it is:
The Mango Passion Fruit thing was giving me a passionate headache (wow so bad). I had to wait for it to melt before drinking anymore. We stopped on a nearby walkway to take some photos of the harbour. Fantastic view!
At this point my drink had melted, but it did not taste nearly as good as it should have.
Ao Grama is a former Portuguese Buffet in Taipa. It’s the type of restaurant you walk by all the time, but never know whats in there. You assume only fancy or rich people eat there. When I went in that’s what I felt, a bit of misplacement.
It didn’t help that they did not speak chinese and my father’s english was a little but unrefined. Eventually after minutes of standing around (getting stared out) and a few hasty phone calls we were seated. Being the only reservation in the entire restaurant and the friendly manager was a great help. I wasn’t feeling too thrilled about the restaurant, but then..the food!
Running a bit late, my Grandmother told us to order first. We ended up ordering two appetizers and I got myself something called Orange Squash (which was initially awful, till I realized you must add sugar). Those clams. Dat clam. I swear they were worth every penny. Just so full of flavour, unlike most other clams which fail to absorb the flavour of the sauce. Just really good. The next appetizer wasn’t as good. For 42 mop we got 3 slices of tomato with some cheese on top.
While eating the clams, something dawned on me. My grandma has a lot of friends. A lot of them. Every time we eat out it’s always with someone, often I’ve never seen them or I don’t recognize them.
Only other major highlights were the fried pineapples. Just moist enough not to be dry and the frying process allowed the skin to become caramalized and cinnamon.