Solace from the Park

From children screaming hyterically in excitement and frolicking crazily in the gargantuan well-equiped playground: running hastily on the mini suspension bridge with a superman-on-duty-kind-of-face plastered, little girls flaunting their parents'-fingers-wagging flair, swinging dangerously close to 90 degree, with hair and skirts flying awkwardly behind, little boys sliding down slopes gleefully totally oblivious that they were actually mopping it clean with their apparels children wailing and sulking for their parents refusal in buying them an ice-cream to parents plonking on the bench supervising their children while having a little chatters with other obscure parents, from vendors screaming  on top of their lungs for their wares of greasy fried hotdogs, keropok lekor, golden nuggets, crab balls, fish ballls to families simply sitting down together harmoniously gorging their take-away KFC dinner on the round table; from man talking boisterously on the phone as if he is married to his work to self-indulged youth reading with her eyes wide open behind the big square black spectacles and the-heroin-is-gonna-die,-romeo-come-safe-her-quick expression;  from man stopping abruptly half-turned behind for a snap with his best pose(an effeminate pose, a peace sign finger across his eyes like a sailormoon) to professional photographer or the avids squeezing their eyes into the camera hole so hard that web line can be spotted at the corner of their eyes, butt stretched outward, knee bent and the flash blinded everyone's eyes; from heart pumping vigorously and thunderous feet pounding jog coalesced rhythmitically with the panting and audible exhalation to the slow motioned stroll which indeliberately blocked the way of the other fast-paced joggers.

Cladded on a white hooded tee shirt, brown stripy short the revealed to the max my flabby thighs and mum's navy blue Nike sports shoe, soft breezy wind greeted my face as i jogged freely admist the crowd, often almost bumped into small innocently overweight kids as if they hide a pillow under their shirt that reads I LOVE PG which i miscontrued it as I LOVE PIG. There were lot of things to sight in the park: emerald foliage lined the path, lofty fountain rippling the algaed lake, ducks and geese squeaking sharply and flapping their feet happily, families feeding enormous tortoise with their expired bread loaves. Most incredibly, the peace of mind that you can find where only the sound of fountain water lashing the lake, shriek from mischievous children and your own sexy panting were not muted by the roaring engines.