I felt like throwing up; I desperately need to just swim. Somehow this need reminded me of my university friend, Tabak.
Why the name Tabak? There's an Indian restaurant called Tabak in Rusholme, Manchester. He's like a permanent resident there.
I made that up but really there was a restaurant called Tabak. We used to go there a lot.
Why the name Tabak? Tabak in Arabic means cook. He's a good cook.
He made that up but really he's a brilliant cook. We especially loved his rendang.
Anyways, Tabak was about the only strong swimmer during this one trip. The boys were always protective; he swam with me until we reach a small rock island off the beach, surrounded by beautiful corals and colourful fishes swimming freely. It was breathtaking. I had to ask laa kan, "Do you think there’s sharks here?" Fuiyoh!!! You should see how fast he swam back to the beach. Yeah! Like he left me for the sharks, some friend I have.
I just wondered how he is doing.
P.S. I started this blog because I wanted to write what I want to write. Must it matter if what I write doesn't interest peeps?