Get in touch with your Alter Ego.

Let it rot, let it rot, let it rot.

It's all part of nature's cycle anyway.

And she goes on telling me her story..

J folds her arms on her chest and waits patiently for her turn as the woman in front struggles to figure out how to operate the ATM. Her friends are on her left, busy chattering about the recent tabloids and gossips, totally disregarding her presence. She taps her feet and releases a deep breath as she tries to divert her attention from the woman in front who's desperately punching the ATM buttons. It is a Tuesday and the mall is pretty much empty, and then she sees her... Dressed in a slightly soiled apron, her features accentuated by the gentle make-up that she wears and her natural and untreated hair ironically makes her even more outstanding. J tries to remove her stare, her head turns but the girl's image remains within sight. And there she is, behind that ice-cream counter, digging(scooping) ice-cream diligently. It will take any force on the earth to remove J's eyes from the heaven-sent, but when the girl finally looks up from the ice-cream box, J discovers that her sight immediately returns to the woman in front who just happens to finish torturing the ATM. J takes a step forward, resting her arms on the ATM panel and takes a few deep breaths trying to calm her nerves from the emotional stimulation she just received. She punches the numbers on the keypad, but her mind was obviously behind the ice-cream box. "TEHHHHH, your password is incorrect. You have 2 more tries." J jolts back to reality and for once in the past 10 minutes, she focuses on the withdrawing of cash. It isn't for long before she decides to take another peep while waiting for the cash to dispense. Short peep I'd say, because they both find themselves in a amazing 2 seconds eye lock before both reluctantly pull their sight away as shyness overtakes the urge to admire. Finally J completes her task and her friends rush her along for the movie. She isn't willing to leave just yet, not without the last glance she thought to herself. And for the last time, J turns to look at the ice-cream girl and smiled this time round, before turning back and praising herself for leaving a beautiful ending that may mean a promising beginning.

So, free for ice cream tomorrow?