Hou Tseng’s Blog

When friendster first announced its blog, lots of people (me included) thought that "woo.. finally, a non hassle way to start a blog for the uninitiated!"

BIG hooha, BIG disappointment. Sure, in all fairness, friendster provides what every blogging service needs, a place for us to put in our two cents where otherwise it would be worth nothing. However, the problem is they did it with the bare minimum. Other blogging services, allows their users access to a lot tools that friendster doesn’t. Sure, friendster does give flexibility in designing your blog, but thats only if you opt for the packages that will set you back quite a bit, whereas other services do it for free.

They did provide the photo album feature which is a good thing as the normal frienster account only allows 12 photos, but it is only available to those who created a blog, thus allowing them to try to hook more paying customers! Smart marketing. 

I’m not sure that everyone will share my grouses, and I don’t know if I will lose my  friendster account over this. But I foresee this to be my last post for a very very long time. Over and Out!

"Eh, pedal faster lar," I exhorted my friend Wei Tian as we sped along the rocky dirt path parting the padi(rice) fields in my hometown Alor Star.

Yes, the exhilaration of pedaling at full speed, along vast, peaceful, tracts of padi land is addictive. That would explain why my excursions to this wonderful unclaimed paradise would become ever more frequent.

Aside from the occasional motorcycle, we had the road to ourselves. The cool evening breeze blew into our faces as all thoughts of growing up blew out our minds. This was our private sanctuary, where worries and responsibilities had no part.

In this particular trip, we were at the threshold of our secondary school education, and our sleepless nights were aplenty. Our destination, we didn’t have a care. Blessed with youth, we were full of energy, hopes and dreams, and the unconquerable belief that we can achieve anything. It was not two young men cycling down that narrow dirt road that day, but two young lions taking their first steps into the world.

A chance pause or a nudge of fate we will never know, but we ended up beneath a lone tree surrounded by padi field as far as the eye can see, with the lone dirt path the only sign of how we got this far. It was here for a moment, that we decided to lean back and let the world pass us by.

Like a gigantic canvas of renaissanse art displayed for the eye to see, the formations of the clouds took my breath away. It was in the serenity of the moment that friendship strenghtened its bonds, where hopes and fears were shared unfettered.

The crispness of the evening air lingered as reluctantly we made our way home. From the corner of our eyes, the crimson sunset bade us sad farewell, as it slowly retreated into the shadows, in preparation for a brand new day.

Hello people! Stay tuned.. for some of the most boring crap you’ll ever read! Got your interest didn’t I? No? Ah too bad then. Well.. lookin forward to wasting your internet time!