Reunion.
Reunion. Yes. Years of separation, and always postponing our reunion, Neeya and I have finally met for the first time after four years. I guess, all thanks to a friend of hers, Iskandar, for letting it happened. Of course, God too. It started upon just a mere share of link about the MPO, a.k.a Malaysia Philharmonic Orchestra. He commented. And we talked about the wonders of the concert. One day, suddenly, he commented on my FB wall. "Are you going to the MPO with us?" I was stunt. Clearly, I thought it was only a joke. A fun, imaginary joke to fulfill my sweet desire of going to watch MPO once in a lifetime. Guess, he didn't think that way. I was broke. So broke. But he told me, that it was his 'treat.' There was no way I could decline such offer. Though, I had my hesitations. But then again, even if he wasn't going to 'treat' me. I'll still go anyways. Considering my mum said it could be my early birthday present. Speaking of presents, I like to m...