  Vv, Jean and myself left for lunch together. And soon, we engaged in an age-old issue that I believe plagues every office worker in the world, "Where are we going for lunch? " There are the foodcourts, fast food joints, coffeshops, restaurants.. Haiz.. By general consensus (Which translates to voting), we decided on the "zai-peng" (mixed vegetable) store tucked in a little corner of the interchange. Yea I know Vv, not "zai-peng" again.. But hey, (In event shes reading this) not only is it economical but its also tons healthier then your mee k!
Anyway, its at this little store hidden from the general public that I witness an incredible trait about men that has largely remained uncharged for centuries or even since our ancestors first roamed this land. Across the road was these 2 fellas on a motorbike; A rider and a pillon. The bike stopped at a red light and a young lady in her early 20s started crossing the road.
Right away, a signal went off in the heads of the fellas as their in-built radar picked her up. Eyes zoomed in the general direction, They stared, from the moment she started crossing all the way till she reached the side and still they kept their sights locked on her as their heads turned to an uncomfortable and near impossible angle of at least 100 degrees to the left. A grin/ smirk broke out on my face. Man... www.movieposters.mypicgallery.com 
