The Roadie: Cyclist-in-pink
A refreshing and laugh-out-loud blog about a single (and single again) cyclist in Kuala Lumpur. His dating disasters as well as cycling snafus entertain readers, and also angered a few conservatives. He is the man other men want to be: carefree, young and available. He is also a good and observant writer. An excerpt from 'I Survived Saisaki' post, that appeared on 26th October, 2004:
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A refreshing and laugh-out-loud blog about a single (and single again) cyclist in Kuala Lumpur. His dating disasters as well as cycling snafus entertain readers, and also angered a few conservatives. He is the man other men want to be: carefree, young and available. He is also a good and observant writer. An excerpt from 'I Survived Saisaki' post, that appeared on 26th October, 2004:
"They should sell t'shirts with the above caption at Saisaki, just like Hard Rock Caf.
It is the meanest buffet joint I have ever been to. You think getting a drink at Bar Savanh is tough? You have not done Saisaki.
I thought I'd break fast with Japanese food. Some sashimi and sushi instead of the usual Malay and Chinese food. The moment I stepped into the restaurant I realized something bad was going to happen. I see patrons with sneakers (later I found out it was for agility around the serving area) and waist pouch. This was no Kampaichi crowd.
After settling to my table I made my way to the buffet area. I was almost trampled over by old ladies rushing to the teppanyaki table. The scene at the buffet area was amazing. You'd think you are in a Taipei Earthquake Relief Shelter.
After 15 minutes I found myself at the front. I quickly lobbed some salmon, tuna and calamari sashimis onto my plate. Then there was commotion, some pushing and shoving caused by the waiter placing a batch of newly made California Rolls.
I turned back and there was this old lady, perhaps in her mid 60s. I told her not to worry as this is a buffet and she can come back for more later. I moved a little bit to make room for her but that made me lose a bit of balance. In that instant the old bitch skillfully grabbed my salmon shashimi with her chopstick. There was no expression on her wrinkly old face. I felt like it happened in slow motion. I was in shock. I couldn't believe I was robbed by a fossil in cheongsam."
Verdict: 8/10 - only because he hasn't been updating his blog regularly.
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