Retroscopic

On the way back home, I saw a black tom, jumping from one trash can to another. Wait, this scene seems too familiar for me...

Circa 1985, my dad brought home an Intel 8086. I remembered that it was a used computer, probably bought it cheap through the corporate pc replacement cycle thing he had at his office. He explained that it can calculate complex numbers calculations easily by the touch of a button (well in those days, that was the most cliche words to ever explain what a computer is). For months, I spent my time observing him from behind, yearning to get my hands on it. Whenever he's out for work, I would imitate him typing on that thing. One day, he called me up and wanted to show me something. He let me sit in front of the screen, and that thing loaded up a picture. Amazing. The colours were bright, the screen was bit-mapped (you can see the boxed edges). Although the picture wasn't really that perfect, but it came up to a nice feel when it started to flow some sound from the back of its CPU box. After repeatedly been asked to get a hand at this x86 family, I guess my dad took pity, and bought for me a game called the Alleycat.

And that was the start of my wandorous experience of the PC world and it was my first game ever. To me at that time onwards, the PC was all about games, games, games, endless bus trips to Ampang Park, and games...

Until the introduction of mIRC. Well that's a different story.