The best

Define success.

Everyone of us has our own definition of success. What’s successful to you might not be successful to me and vice versa. My wants may not be your wants vice versa. But what is considered successful? A home? Wealth? Fame? Status?

I believe in being better. In my definition, absolute success does not exist. There’s always better. There’s a Chinese idiom that goes “一山比一山高” which means there’s always a mountain higher than another mountain.

So, we could always be better but not the best. Yes we could aim for the best or the best that we can be.  But it’s not humanely possible to be the best at something because there will always be someone better. This is reality served on a cold cut platter.

Be the best you can be.

Darlin’ you do you best 🙂

Food 4 Thought- Flyers Distribution

I have decided to start a new post genre called “Food 4 Thought”.

These are absolutely random floating pieces of seemingly thought provoking issues that I have somewhere somehow collected over time- epiphany or not I don’t know how to categorize it. But yeah, just going to pen it down here for keeps sake.

Today’s discussion is:

Flyers distribution

You know how when you’re walking and you get flyers shoved into your faces by people whose job is to distribute paper flyers?

Most people walk them by, some people courteously reject the offer and others will take the flyers.

Which category do you belong to?

For myself, I usually take these flyers. On one condition, these people have to be wearing non-uniform clothes. Meaning, they are in plain clothes and not in any work attire. Reason being, I think the non-attired flyers distributors are people who are distributing these flyers as their part-time job. They are not working for that particular company and they just get paid to distribute flyers (Side note: Also heard that they get paid by the number of flyers they give out).

For my mother, she wouldn’t take the flyers. Reason being, she wants to save the earth by not taking these slips of paper.

However, I don’t fully agree with this because the flyers are already printed out. If its not taken by me, it will be taken by somebody else and the trees have already died for that paper to be in existence.

So when I’m out with my mom and when we pass by someone who is distributing flyers, I would take them (on my fulfilled condition). And my mom will tell me not to take the flyers and ‘save the earth’.

The debate:

Should we take the paper- help the poor fellow a little


should we not take the paper – and save the earth?

So, what would you do?

The resulting action is honestly to each their own choice preference.







But personally, I take the paper from the flyer distributor guy then try to find a recycling bin nearby to recycle this slip of paper.

Win-win, right?

Different types of different

Everyone’s different. But how different are we all?

I always thought of myself as a quirky kind of different. The things I do, say and believe makes me feel starkly different from my peers. I occasionally act on some of these different and I’m pronounced weird. Some of my close friends call me eccentric. Most strangers think I’m downright weird.

Hell, even I think I’m weird for being different. Special or whatever you’d want to call it.

Whatever floats your boat. Or my boat. To each their own, right?

Many a times these difference seeps through. I hate the idea of conformity. I question norms. I break rules. I don’t like following regulations. And I constantly ask myself what’s really normal. Most of the times, I’m not satisfied with my answer but I float through it. Haven’t we all established I’m weird asf anyways? Or is it what I deem me to be? I satiate with the idea that I just think a little differently. I wonder where do these unconventional ideologies birth from but I don’t care enough to find out. I leave these manifestations to nurture into different attributes. I accept that no two people are alike no matter how similar. Maybe some are normal. Maybe some are better at hiding being normal.

The normal they make me afraid. You’d think I’m crazy you think I’m mad. Let me tell you a secret. I’m not alarmed. But the best people are.

Tell me-

What’s it like to be sane.

What’s it like to be normal.

Scratch that-

I’ll never understand

Because I rather lived on this thin line-


It’s more exciting this way

What’s life without excitement anyways


Life’s a joke.

Everything we’re fighting for,

it’s a joke.

Anything we’re struggling with,

it’s a joke.

You’re a joke.

I’m a joke.

We’re all objects of comedy

to the higher ups.

We’re nothing to their something.

Every happiness, sadness, pain, joy-

its entertainment. 

We’re all hilarious.

When you look back at the past,

most of it don’t matter.


You realize.

The future will be the present.

The present will be the past.

And all of these,

Just won’t matter.

So what exactly are we fighting so hard for?

Do you know?

I don’t.

At least not yet.

But everything right now-

Seems laughable.
It’s difficult.

Why not just smile through this facade of what we call


Deborah Ho