Wilfrid Wong

In the eighties, when I was a small boy, one day my dad brought home a personal computer. One that came with a green monitor and a floppy disk drive. I remember playing computer games with my dad. Like space invaders and centipede. My dad and I would "program" codes that we didn't understand copied from some magazines into the computer and hoped that it would run. At times it did, at times it didn't. The journey back then made me appreciate computer programming better. Later on, I studied compu