of Sunday night rituals and old-fashioned arcade games...

oooh, can i just say that the Gold Class Cinema in Crown is just to-die-for??!! they have these cool seats that u can recline into this flat bed and they even give u pillows and blankies if you are cold. and get this, u can order food and drinks all from your seat. awesome stuff!!

and today, i suddenly realize that i have been suppressing my inner child for way way way way too long. i have deprived her of ice creams, lollies, stuffed animals, arcade games and basically just spontaneity. so when we got to Crown's arcade games centre, it was like my childhood once again.

when i was a kid, back in the past, every Sunday, dad used to bring me and my brother to the Arcade Game Centre in Plaza Pelangi on 5th floor and he would give us 10 dollars worth of tokens to play as we wish. and let me tell you that this was the time my brother enjoy the most, before there were playstations and Xboxes. it was plain old arcade games. and boy, was that fun!! dad would just accompany us on our little rounds, acting like a kid again. i think that was always his excuse of going all 5-year-old on us. and we would diligently and painstakingly collect all the tickets that we won from those smarmy games designed to cheat little kids' money, hoping one day that we would be the proud owner of some really cool present that we saw in the store exhange window. until now, i never did remember whether we changed anything for those bundles of tickets we won. i only remembered til this very day what games me, my brother, my dad and my mum would play.

the basketball one with hoops higher than my dad....
the game with the scary girl where you had to knock out all her teeth with balls....
the Daytona racing game where my dad always challenged my brother to it and thrashed him at it. i remember that was when dad taught my brother everything he knew about the gear shifts to thrash any opponent in Daytona.... and in return, in some vicious cycle, my brother thrashed me....
the flat table game like ping pong....
those cheesy shooting zombies games that my brother loves....

it was always our family's Sunday night ritual after dinner.



recalling all these brings bittersweet tears.