I couldn’t recall the last time I did an entire piece of work without AI’s involvement.

As AI strides past novelty into mainstream, our reliance on it deepens. It’s such a force multiplier – I get so much value out of it.

But it’s troubling. For a start, I don’t really draft an email response myself. Unless it’s a straight forward acknowledgment kind of response, otherwise I’d give Claude the context, what I wanted, then let it draft the response.

The result is usually 80% of what I wanted. Good enough, but something is missing.

I feel it’s affecting my ability to think clearly (because clear thinking leads to clear writing) and make independent judgement.

While I’m exicted and optimistic about the advancement of AI, it wouldn’t replace the voice and wisdom of individuals.

PS: this post is solely written by me.

I can’t believe my last post on this site was dated 20 months ago. I didn’t have the urge to write, until I recently renewed the web hosting plan.

Mintype was out of sight, out of mind.

It was conveniently displaced in my life. With mounting work responsibilities and juggling a family with 2 young kids, they sucked away most of my time and mental capacity.

I still enjoy tech stuffs, though not as immersed as before. Apple got me into this space and I’m still using a lot of their products, 15 years in.

Appreciation for good design and well-intention execution never fade.

I’d love to post more here. Because it means I’ve a little pockets of space to peep out and take a breather. Given the dark world we’re in – and it looks to get darker – any traces of silver lining is a nice hope we can hold onto.

As a (former) marketer, while I don’t doubt the outreach of influencers, I’ve reservations about their credibility or awareness of whichever product or service they are highlighting.

The clip shows how easily people can manipulate perception. And perception is reality.

A psychologist wrote in a book:

“Even if you are an angel, there will be people who will be disturbed by the sound of your wings.”

He used this phrase to make clear that other people’s perceptions and emotions have nothing to do with you. The thoughts of others do not define your worth. You will meet many people who will try to project their own insecurities onto you and there is a risk that you will accept the image of others.

(via Threads)

“Player XX is doing great. All game long, he’s diticating play, spraying passes around and breaking up play”, as the commentator’s poetic string of words filtered through.

The very next moment, this player – so impressive all game – loses possession/makes a mistake that don’t justified the kind and generous words bestowed on him seconds earlier.

They call it the commentator’s curse or jinx. They happen everywhere across multiple sports. The occurrences are unerringly similar.

Yesterday, I wrote about how I was rejuvenated from an early morning start, having slept soundly the night before.

Not last night. I struggled to get any decent amount of sleep. Not sure if I did sleep too. Mind was awake, body wasn’t slumped. Perhaps this might be the writer’s curse?

Hoping for better quality sleep tonight – qualitatively and quantitively.

I’m not the earliest person in the world.

If given a choice, I’ll always arrive on the dot than being early.

But that’s impossible because people never arrive at precisely the right moment – it’s either early or late. I’ll choose the latter.

That adds unnecessary friction and tension to the already stressful day.

Since the start of the year, my weekday routine begins with waking up at 5.30am. Getting myself ready, preparing the kids and then sending them to school.

What a difference a good night of sleep and an early start to the day makes.

Mind clear and body rejuvenated, ready to go.

The days feel less rushed and more controlled.

And that’s really enjoyable.

When do we realise our kids have grown?

During class graduation?
At their wedding?
When they moved out?
When they have kids of their own?

Next year is a significant milestone for my elder one. He’s going to shed off the pre-school life and begin a new chapter of academedic adventure, where he will have 6 years of exams and new experiences for company.

He will meet new friends and be exposed to colorful languages. He will fall and learn to get back up.

I’m already starting to miss his current phase of childhood. I can’t imagine years down the road what the feeling of empty nester will be like.

Heard this book a a fine reference for ad men and creatives. I enjoyed the style of their copywriting, so it will be handy as an extensive insight into the creation of these ads.

The problem? It’s becoming harder to find one. And the price for it is going up. It’s only going to get more challenging to source one at a reasonable price.

I’m convinced walking is the best form of therapy. It rejuvenates the mind and activates the body. After a nice stroll, the brain-fog clears and sanity is restored.

I’ve been taking daily post-lunch walk around my office area. Past the slight trees, low flats and occasional cats, an openness of playground welcomed me.

I’d sit on the bench, digest the day’s happenings and ponder the things occupying my mind. And each time, I’d walk away feeling much lighter and better.

I just discovered The Macarons Project not long ago and they’re mesmerising. Their cover of Avril Lavigne’s I’m With You is one of the most beautiful versions out there.

This song is adept, because it annotate the emotions I’m undergoing at this moment.

We sold our house (nice) – but we haven’t found our ideal home yet (not so nice). Time is ticking and we have to vacate our house in 6 months. We would be homeless if we can’t get a home within this tight timeline. So much could go wrong and the longer it drags, the more emotions take over. Not a good sign, because this would trigger irrational decisions.

If time could be reverse, I’d time the purchase of new house and sale of existing house so nicely that everything falls in place. But of course in reality, it never happens that way.

Writing this made me feel slightly better – like letting out a breath I’ve held for so long.