15

So I'm fifteen. That has yet to sink in, somehow. I don't feel old enough, mature enough.
Today, in honour of my birthday, i studied physics! I know. My most hated subject. But hey, what better way to grow up than to face the challenges of life? Oh, and i went fasting from 7 to 12. To detox. heh. I kinda stopped when i realised that aunty had cooked lunch... i mean, if i didn't eat, all that good food would be wasted, wouldn't it?
But the best part of my birthday are the snippets of times when my phone buzzed, and i recieved smses wishing me Happy Birthday. I didn't know so many people KNEW it was my birthday. To me, a birthday isn't a very momentous event, and it passes by quietly. I grew up passing each birthday quietly, and so i undervalued its meaning. i realised that it WAS a nice feeling to have people remember that it is your birthday. So now i feel bad, cos i haven't really paid attention to the birthdays of the people that I care about. Maybe that's what i learnt today. The importance of being special, if it was just for one day a year.