what is seriously wrong with AI?!

Seriously.. now it’s super personal. With Elliott gone.. sigh. I’ve lost all hope. Who has the power to decide the perfect singer anyway? America? Clearly, they’re either half deaf or half foolish.

I’m not cut out for business…

lol. and thank God too!

I’ve begun to realize I’m not a risk taker.. if there is this tinge of doubtness in it, I would rather leave it than try it. I can’t, just can’t. It’s just not me. so yeah, unless I’m sure that whatever decision I make has a high chance of my favourable outcome, if not, count me out. No way.

Meaningless thoughts, I know. lol. Just felt like writing it anyway.. Thanks for reading

This was a lesson I learnt from the recent Mother’s day’s fundraisers. If there’s any field which I’m sure I will never ever fit in.. that would be business.

So in the end.. would you trust a risk-taker doctor or one who would just play it safe, where outcomes are still controllable?

O&G

It’s just the 2nd day of my new Obstetrics & Gynaecology posting.. and I’m ALREADY dead tired. ugh. and it’s ONLY the beginning. Imagine everyday starting at 7 all the way till 5.. on top with the night on calls. sigh. somebody… end my misery. blek.

What is wrong with AI?

Today is a tragic day.. ok ok. it’s not as bad as that, but if anything were to descibe what had just happened, I’d equate it to being tragic. Chris Daughtry is no more… he’s out. Completely.

ARGH! Americans can’t be deaf, are they? Did you guys run out of credit to call or text? Or were you all tired of listening to a talented artist who knew how to turn around and modify a dull song into a good piece? (and not to mention, his more favourable looks than the others)

Yup, everybody thought he was gonna be the next American Idol – he sang it, he looked it, he almost was it…3 weeks away from being it, until cruel cruel viewers and voters of America decided to cut him off… permanently. But you know what? I believe his league beyond what AI can give him.. he’s better than that.

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Was cleaning my room, when I found this poem I stuck on my study table…a poem full of emotions, which sometimes I feel when I’m in the downs of life. Keeps me focused back to the true meaning and reason of my life, with the presence of a God who loves me, more than I could ever comprehend. I have no idea who the author is.

Lord, there are times

when silence seems best.

And yet, when I’m faced with your love,

even with the little I know,

I have to speak.

If nothing else, to say thank you.

I don’t deserve it.

Now there’s an understatement.

Sometimes all I am and do

seems desgined to test your love to the limit.

And you go on loving.

Lord, it’s breathtaking. Immense.

I hear your voice, carrying crystal clear over the vast plain,

re-affirming life and presence.

A small point of focus in infinity.

Infinity of love.

Great enough for all. Small enough for me.

A love that comes to identify, to tell me I belong.

That comes to strengthen, to tell me it’s mine.

That comes to comfort with the knowledge that you care.

A love that comes to challenge and discipline

at the point of stress.

That stretches me nearly to breaking point

and makes me grow.

That faces me, in searching, insistent strength,

with the pain of truth I’d rather not see.

That strips my illusions and leaves me trembling, naked,

in the cold wind of honesty.

The love that fights me

as I struggle to preserve the lies I live

from the buffeting storm of your spirit.

And through it all,

a love that holds me, firm and close.

Making me aware, in the eye of the cyclone,

of your peace.

And in the wind-drop of understanding,

my ears still ringing, eyes still smarting, from the gale,

I recognise your love.

In the glacier wind as in the valley breeze.

Seeing, as in the crackling flash of brief lightning,

brilliant and clear,

some of the disguises of your love.

Lord, I know there’s more,

but I’m not ready for it yet.