It's been so long since I ventured into the arcade center. Those were days where a ringgit would keep me in the arcade center for 2-3 hours to the end (heheh, I was practically undefeatable for some games *grin*). So thus, it was a delight to drop by the arcade center again with the whole bunch of CFers after the movies.
We had 10 of us, 8 who were willing to play (and pay) but unfortunately 4 Daytona machines available. Thus, we had to take turns playing and seeing who ends up with winning in the end.
It was my 2nd round, having did badly in the 1st when I pleasantly found my opponents were Celine and Kek Yang. Being the not-so-amateur driver I was, it was sheer delight to be able to *ehem* trash them in this game I 'thought' (yep, it's in inverted commas, heheheh) I knew so well.
But halfway through, I crashed twice and even screwed up the gears. Man, things weren't looking good! And checking the screen, I was placed 3rd out of 3rd place (!) So much for some boasting I made before the *ehem* slaughter started, heheh.
But who says prayer doesn't work? I told God he better help me win, else I lose face sitting next to Celine, having already boasted about my so called driving techniques (heheh, I know. I'm using God's name in vain *bleh*)
A miracle happened shortly after that. They crashed into each other while I stole ahead. Manual cars are much faster, that's why the pros drive them *smiles till my while teeth shows*
So, what's the moral of the story? Erm, nothing really. Other than the fact that the arcade teaches you to pray to God when you're in trouble..nahh!
p/s: Anyone for another around of Daytona? Gotta make them smell some burnt rubber, hahaha
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