“It's all about you.”

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Sorry readers, I know the lack of more intellectual posts have been most frustrating for some of you, but I just can't seem to kick into gear this holidays over what to blog and all. But it's about time I did.

My sister opted to treat the whole family to Father's Day lunch today out of the blue, had to go all the way down to Turf City for heaven-knows-what. Turned out to be another bloody seafood restaurant, what an absurd waste of time. ):

Everything they ordered were stuff that I didn't eat, so my sister's boyfriend was like quite sad for me and asked if there was fried rice. Lucky there was omg, I ended up eating the whole plate. I'm sorry that I ate his share because the rice was meant for two people's servings.

Don't you just dislike the feeling of being the youngest around in the family, and the next youngest person is still 8 years older than you? I'm sure there's very little to talk about unless you get along well with your family members, which so sadly doesn't happen to be the case at all.

My sister ended up talking about childhood days, something which her boyfriend and my mum had much to add into. How she was in NPCC as well in her secondary school life, how she was so intimidating that she got guys running off scared because she can kick their asses so bad.

Conversations got deeper and I suddenly realised that they were indirectly talking to me. They were talking about what I should be today.

When my sister was still at school, she was pretty big, NCO for NPCC and able to kick asses and all, but I'm looking at myself today and I realise that I'm a just a nobody.

Sure, I have tried my hand at wanting to step up to much, applying for leadership positions and giving my best shot at whatever I do. But things just don't go rosy overnight, do they? Plenty of applications get turned down, existing leaders will go for impressions instead of experience and such and hard work gets forgotten over years.

But must we simply sit here and wait for it all to end?

Sure, we don't get recognised for what we do, especially when we are nobodies, but at least we are giving a shot to prove to the world what we are able to do, and possibly catch the eye of those whom are watching down upon all of us. It is probably the nobodies who can carry out their stuff without pressure, without fear and probably have nothing to lose at all. I'm sure one day, the nobodies will get there eventually.

Yes, I'm a nobody. But I'm proud to be one.