Normal Friday. Najib had dropped by to borrow sandals from Azrin. And he gave me a shirt, a souvenir from Songkhla. Nice. Thank you. We had breakfast together and he forgot his Process papers as we left the breakfast table. He turned back to grab those.
It’s like somebody from Kelantan knew my call name (abe zzeed) and branded the t-shirt for me.
Went to Darby Park by myself. Zul & Ramzi greeted prior to the prayer, in the prayer hall. Hehe. Didn’t know they normally go for prayer there.
Walked back by myself too.
It takes a while to make friends in a new place. Worse if you’re a social retard, like me.