Epilogue

My Macau adventure was over two months ago.

A week after I returned home to Malaysia, I attended my convocation. Two weeks later, I started my first job.

I’m so far keeping in touch with three people: Ricky the Indonesian, Chennie and another girl from China.

I’ve not kept in touch with any of my Malaysian friends after this trip was over, and neither have they with me. (Told you it was pointless to have mended things.)

Would I go back? If the friends I made with then are going back, I would seriously consider it.

I feel like I’ve changed from this experience. I feel bitter and wary of people. I haven’t grown more independent back home, but now I think I have less fear if I were to travel by myself for a short period of time (say, travelling to Singapore by bus or something).

But I’ve also known people from other countries, people who can be a lot like me in many ways. I accomplished what I came here for, even though I had to do it alone. I didn’t lose weight, but my body was a bit more toned from all the walking. I was actually practising a healthier lifestyle there. I have a better appreciation of my family now, though I don’t think I quite demonstrate that yet on the outside…

In short, I did change. Some for the worse, some for the better

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I’d like to thank you for reading about my first personal journey. Especially you, you and you, for reading and letting me know that you did. I appreciate that a lot.

I supposed this is the end of this blog…