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We're going full AI

@cjzafir do you run them all on your terminal?

Do you know OpenAI has an official plugin for Claude Code? I use it to make Claude Opus 4.6 compete with Codex 5.5 to find flaws in Codex's work plan. Both models are extremely smart (Codex is a bit better), but both still miss important things. So the issues Codex overlooks, Claude often catches immediately. And the issues Claude leaves behind, Codex usually spots very well. This Codex vs. Claude Code approach works really well on large codebases. Why? 1. They know each other well, so they try extra hard to impress. 2. Both models have different perspectives, and that helps in deep analysis and QA. I only use Claude Opus 4.6 and Codex 5.5 for: - planning - orchestration - architecture - review - verification - finding loopholes Once the planning is fully stabilized, I build the “source of truth” using @CodeGuideDev (that I built for this purpose). That includes: - PRDs - technical specs - backend schemas - API contracts - rule files - file trees - implementation steps - quality guardrails At that point, the hard thinking is already done. The loopholes are sealed. The architecture is stabilized. The source of truth (knowledge base) is built. I always use the "measure twice, cut once" policy because debugging and patching are a mess on large codebases. Now comes the execution phase: This is where I switch to cheaper open-source models: > DeepSeek v4 Pro > Kimi 2.6 These models are incredibly cheap compared to frontier models. But they become VERY powerful when the source of truth is strong. Most people use open-source models incorrectly. They give vague prompts and expect the model to think through architecture on its own. That usually fails. I use DeepSeek and Kimi differently. I don’t make them think from scratch. I make them execute against a highly structured system. At that point, they behave more like disciplined engineers following a clear blueprint. So the final workflow looks like this: → Codex 5.5 plans the system → Claude Opus 4.6 attacks the plan → Codex verifies Claude’s fixes and corrects them → 2 to 3 competitive review iterations → source of truth gets finalized → DeepSeek v4 Pro + Kimi 2.6 execute tasks → Codex 5.5 runs final evals and reviews execution → issues get patched if needed → ship One-liner: > Codex 5.5 + Opus 4.6 for planning > DeepSeek v4 Pro + Kimi 2.6 for execution This system even helped me train models and build 300M-parameter datasets from scratch, so I can vouch for it. Explore it. You might like it. Cheers.

@hoeflatoor amazing story writing

You could get DSA into RI, then RJC, then Harvard scholarship then get a high-earning corporate job. Jestermaxx out a mid SMU psychology girl that's 1/4 Peranakan but still looks Chinese enough for your mother's approval. Get married and accept she's going to gain 15kg of extra bodyweight after 3 kids. Put your salary and savings into crypto, NVDA and TSLA early and flip your bloodline from mid-tier Sinkie Chinese to New Money Sinkie. Get a nice GCB and hire a 7/10 Indo maid named Dewi that you occasionally sniff the scent off down the hallway but don't touch because you're a Good Christian Man. Send your kids to international school so they don't have a sinkie accent and are raised as part of the new elite and not the permanent grab driver underclass. Hate your wife for giving you a daughter first but you have two sons (one seems gay because you argued with her too many times while she was pregnant) so at least the bloodline is somewhat secured. You've been racist enough at the dinner table that he probably won't fall for a brown girl and will bring home one that's yellow or white. The marriage falls into a loop of presenting niceties to your church community and colleagues, but you sleep in separate bedrooms. Except when there's friends staying over, then the middle of the bed remains cold and frigid, your wife's body and yours left untouched with separate duvets. Your only heterosexual son chooses to leave Singapore for Australia after he couldn't get into a good university and you sent him to Perth and he fell in love with an Aussie libtard barista with purple dyed hair. Half her family are bogans that you met on a road trip to Margaret River where you spent 70% of it deeply intoxicated due to work stress while your son drove you from BnB to BnB. You don't understand his fascination with angmoh women but his gf dyed her hair back to brunette out of courtesy and you begin to have a normal relationship with your potential daughter-in-law. She even laughs at you saying she uses chopsticks well. Your biological daughter hates that you detested her for being female and changed pronouns after you sent her to New York for a liberal arts degree. She seeks to inherit your estate but you're not sure how that will work with the Mandate of Heaven. Your gay son moved to the YooKay and sends you text tirades of how much he detests your wealth but the only way he doesn't block you is giving him a stipend to pay off his overpriced Kensington flat each month. At least he never dated a Malay boy, you whisper, as you hear your wife blowing her nose from chronic hypothyroidism after the years of a loveless marriage. Thank God for separate bedrooms, you say. Your wealth generates enough interest to sustain several sugar babies. You read about Melvin Lim getting busted in his office and laugh at his terrible opsec. No one knows about the Vietnamese, Russian, and Thai mistresses, you think to yourself as you stare at the ceiling on your Tempurpedic that you got at a discount at King Koil. Your cute Indo maid that's a single mother, you've visited her daughter's kampung close to the Ring of Fire and even left her enough money to pay for her entire primary schooling. You've still never touched Dewi as a good Singaporean Man. But there's a bit of mould in your room even though it's worth millions. You'll call the contractor tomorrow. The lines on your forehead that weren't there when you first got your money seem to be getting deeper each day. You've got a longevity expert that says your vitals are fine yet your heart remains filled with a sense of emptiness. You age. Decades pass. Your gay son somehow discovered Ray Peat when he went to a sauna gathering in East London and reverted to heterosexuality. Turns out it was just the parasites and unfiltered tap water. He looksmaxxed and somehow seems to be a better inheritor of the estate than both the lesbian daughter and your first son. Your first son has been hit by the Norwood Reaper but at least his Eurasian kids are cute and get preferential treatment in Singapore. You suspect your Golden Rice Bowl might be ripped to shreds when you finally pass. Your ex-colleagues and business network look at your grandchildren with jealousy as they go home to their robot harems, devoid of human company. The new Scarlett Johansson model just came out, and the Chinese bootleg has self-cleaning genitals. They've released a new Neuralink update that simulates the peace and quiet of a GCB even if you're in 2-room HDB in Aljunied so you're kind of worried that the GCB might be worth nothing in several decades. But that's still in the future. You're 88 now and they're projecting life expectancy to be 200. You just might make it. But now your children start to clamour for your estate and their pound of flesh. The mistresses you have stay the same age, while you pay a specialist to smuggle Chinese peptides from Bangkok to Singapore. Your favorite Indo maid is now a grandmother. Her daughter became a single mother and took over the housecleaning in the GCB, while her mother does the cooking. She's older now but she's still the round-eyed, sweet-scented brown woman that looked at you with love, understanding and sadness after the hundredth argument with your wife about money and happiness. You treat Dewi's daughter better than your angmoh daughter in law and your wrinkled, longsuffering wife wonders why CNY reunion dinners are always so quiet even with wagyu sashimi, caviar kueh pie tee and abalone yusheng on the dinner table. At least the grandchildren still talk to you. It's 2100. You've outlived your wife. The funeral is ornate, elaborate, and you shed a single tear watching the pearl white robots wheel her casket into Mandai crematorium. It's time, you say. Time to have the life I always wanted beyond all this, you quietly whisper as you hear your grandchildren crying. You pay for a jailbroken Claude Opus hybrid agent that's connected to a nanorobot quantum mechasuit to quietly bequeth most of your wealth to your lesbian daughter as she was the one that proved her business acumen. Artificial wombs became mainstream, so all your children did secure the bloodline with your bags of fiat. But you realize your sons could never live up to your shadow, and thus - you choose to leave them in the darkness of their human fragility. But you've secretly slipped Dewi life extension pills for all these years. Her telomeres remain long, her vitals still youthful. On a quiet night before Christmas, you write a letter to your daughter detailing the steps to protect the Rice Bowl. For your sons, you leave them both 30 pieces of silver each. For your grandkids, their future is safe. It's time to go. Dewi steps into the robot mechasuit with you as it transforms into a nuclear powered submarine. Nanorobots. The power of a thousand suns is finally in the palm of your hand. Off the coast of Pulau Ubin, the both of you descend into the ocean's depths, in search of worlds unknown. Free at last, you say. Free at last. You could do this all. But you will not.

The Legend Of The Nian Shou, A Chinese New Year production by Neuvision. This whole production and editing could only be made with the help of AI. We definitely believe there are still areas of improvement to be made, but nevertheless, it's something that we are proud of. Wishing everyone a legendary Year Of The Horse! #Lunarnewyear #chinesenewyear #yearofthehorse #ai #aiproduction #aianimation

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A good read on founder-led marketing

We are going more and more into long form written content. Putting more thought and writting Xticles(Articles) instead of tweets. Short form content are slowly being something that the algo doesn’t reward as well as more and more content are not well thought out.

@breezyjpg @Polymarket @PolymarketTrade @PolymarketMoney @BrosOnPM Well done

I'm officially part of the @Polymarket family The last few hours I've been fully speechless because... I finally got the @PolymarketTrade badge My only secret → sharing high-quality content daily in "All-in Polymarket" mode for over a month And the best way to celebrate this milestone is to help you deserve your own badge even faster [ How to jumpstart your growth ] Firstly, I wanna say I'm so f grateful to @williamlegate + @MatthewModabber for onboarding me Tip 1. Always focus solely on quality (every meaningful tweet you share builds your reputation) Tip 2. Stay active every single day (share takes, support others, just keep your name in the feed) Tip 3. Don’t stick to one type of content → mix market analytics, fresh updates, memes, etc. Tip 4. Keep trading on Polymarket (must have), study top traders, and show your step-by-step progress Tip 5. Build your own style + voice (to be honest, this is the best way to stand out from others) ps. Keep studying the Polymarket supercycle

here's how to predict what will go viral: algorithms don’t pick favorites, they pick patterns - once you understand what a platform is rewarding, growth stops being luck...it becomes predictable every algorithm is built on the same pillars: watch time, consistency, velocity, and clarity of signal but almost nobody actually creates with those in mind they post randomly, hope for the best, and blame the platform when nothing takes off i broke down how to align your content with what the algorithm will prioritize and how to train the platform to treat you like a priority creator like, rt & comment “ALGO” and i’ll send you the doc

@quietly_rich Algo

@Axel_bitblaze69 See that’s actually a GOOD thing.

Thank you web3, you ruined me. i really can’t go back to normal life after everything i’ve seen here… - i’ve seen airdrops pay more than someone’s yearly salary - i’ve seen random dashboards turning points into thousands of dollars - i’ve seen 20 year old kids raise millions with nothing but a pitch deck - i’ve seen people deploy a meme coin and accidentally make life changing money - i’ve seen NFT mints cook so hard that many on my timeline turns into millionaires overnight - i’ve seen people turn $500 into $50k - i’ve seen charts go up and up and up for weeks and months for no reason - i’ve seen people go from broke to rich and back to broke in one cycle - i’ve seen a guy turn a $500 bet on Polymarket into $12K because he clicked YES at the right time - i’ve seen DeFi yield farms paying more in a weekend than a 9 - 5 pays in a month - i’ve seen crazy portfolios swings.. like one refresh changes your whole mood - i’ve seen teens without any dev skills making thousands of $ by deploying a random meme coin on pumpfun man, i’ve seen alot in this space and once you’ve seen all this…how do you sit in an office and pretend like you haven’t? how do you explain to HR that you’ve experienced the kind of chaos and dopamine that doesn’t exist in the real world? how do you tell them your experience is surviving meme seasons, degen culture, airdrop grinds, liquidation cascades and god tier rallies? I can’t. It’s too late for me. i’m cooked in advance.

Faking it till you make it was celebrated. It’s 2025, being authentic wins. -Neuvision @Neuvision_

Hmm.. something just feels right here

Build IPs

The fastest way to become successful is to associate with people more successful than you. This results in some of the fastest learning and behavior change you can experience. The problem is...they wont want anything to do with you. So you have to find ONE thing you're more successful than them at, and give that thing freely. Not at cost. Not tit for tat. Freely. Without expectation. It's an unspoken code of people who are higher up - they're almost all givers. The easiest way to see someone who is "out of place" is to spot the taker. Spot the person always angling. Anyways once you do actually provide value (help them do something good they couldn't do before or help them avoid something bad they used to have to deal with, or get the same outcome they're used to faster or cheaper)...they'll let you hang around. Then you learn as much as you possibly can and try and be the best in that group at EVERYTHING. And when that happens they'll see you as a leader. You won't even have to say it. The power dynamics will just shift.

ambition makes you lonely at first, then magnetic later.

The smartest people are all self-taught, even if they went to school.

Singapore is an air-conditioned nation. The plant which grows in the greenhouse cannot withstand the storm. Its citizens suffer from two malaises: Comfort and Conformity. Everything is much too comfortable. A Singaporean can go an entire lifetime without coming into contact with reality. The prosperous, comfortable lives of Singaporeans comes from subsidy by the state, & yet this prosperity is more of a socialist prosperity, which is distributed in service of social outcomes, rather than a prosperity that is generated through the +EV effort of Singaporeans creating economic value. This leaves Singaporeans often with a feeling of “unreality”, working bullshit jobs, being comfortable, sleepwalking their way through life. Beyond getting your home, or your next trip to Japan or a festival, there is not much to strive for. The government works hard to ensure employment for Singaporeans, by bringing in foreign companies to start branches here (with tax incentives) & forcing them to hire locals, and even employing vast swathes of locals in the government with jobs that pay enough to upkeep their lifestyles. As an engineered economy, it’s fantastic and stable. But it’s a greenhouse, which explains why all seems to wilt. It is hard to find truly generational talent and ambition here, it is much too comfortable. As a startup, it’s nigh impossible to hire in Singapore because to many, why grind at a startup, if you can afford everything while working a job that gives you prestige? Singapore is one of the few countries in which a person can live their entire life within this bubble. Everyone comes to you. Many never have to work part time. Jobs come to you. The schools are right here. You never have to leave your family home. As such you have grown adults who never learnt to cook, do laundry or accept discomfort and solitude. Comfortable. Although we develop much human capital, we also do not really provide the preconditions for greatness to emerge. Non conformity is often punished, or at the very least, judged. Intense academic competition, and being judged for every activity since you were 12. You are forever on a scorecard. You are always assigned a rank at every turn. A series of Pass/Fail gates every few weeks, until you’re middle aged with children in a government subsidized, allotted and ballotted HDB. This requires you to make and clear a certain amount of income as well, and we all know that means sitting in an air conditioned office 99% of the time. Hence the dearth of musical and creative opportunities outside of state sponsorship. Every dollar spent is ruthlessly optimized, to the point where credit card points conversations are a common topic. As @hoeflatoor mentions as well, “Sinkie pwn Sinkie” is a common phenomenon. Some of the smartest, most capable Singaporeans are sniped and brought into government service at an early age. Others opt out and move elsewhere, most often to America or the UK. I’ve met some brilliant Singaporeans out in SF. There are no strong incentives for a Singaporean to pop out their head, for the cost of failure is often much too high, and the benefits reaped do not outweigh the sheer comfort. They’d much rather trade, live lives of quiet comfort & anonymity despite their immense privilege, which does not much to inspire the next generation of thinkers, darers, and doers. Many of them moved away. One must have enough chaos within oneself to give birth to a dancing star.

@0xRyze Well written