I actually predicted that I was going to eat my word afterward. And I am. Eighteen year minus one day might have been lame and unmemorable. But the last day - the birthday - was very very very extraordinary. I did unpredictable thing. I got wasted and ... oh I don't want to mention them, they go to my own diary.
In the end, I am glad that I am 19 now. It's not a bad thing. Even it was g-r-e-a-t. Okay, don't wanna write anymore. Good night.