Running in Mt. Kiara Park is awesome. There may be a bloody lot of monkeys there who will steal your peanuts if you have any, but on the whole running or walking there is really calming. There is a big pool in the middle of the park, with a few fountains in it, and a man made waterfall, all of which make the ideal background noise. Not many people are around, and even less children, but only if you go at 5 and come back at around 6. It's the in between time when the monkeys and birds and insects come out to play, and it is soothing just to watch them and throw a piece of bread in their direction occasionally.
If you haven't guessed by now, I was at Mt. Kiara Park earlier today. :P
On a very irrelevant note, I have never made any secret of my affection for gay-themed fiction. I'm not sure why I prefer reading romance of the male/male type to male/female, but there is something very painful in even the happiest kinds of homosexual fiction. I'm not quite sure what exactly that painful something is, but it's there and I recognize it and that's that.
So if you're a very open minded person, and you don't mind homosexuality, and you especially don't mind rather dark and mature themes dealing with prison and rape and suicide and the like, then read this.
But if you're one of my schoolmates, then don't, because I doubt you'd be able to handle it ahahaha.



