Here's a totally useless but interesting piece of information that's bound to bring more restraining orders:
- The human cell contains 75 Megabytes (MB) of genetic information in DNA form.
- Thus, a sperm carries around 37.5 MB.
- In a milliliter, it is possible to have 100 million sperms.
- On the average, one ejaculation releases 2.25 ml in 5 seconds.
- Therefore, using basic math we can compute the bandwidth of the human male reproductive organ as:
(37.5MB x 100M x 2.25)/5 = (37,500,000 bytes/sperm x 100,000,000 sperm/ml x 2.25 ml) / 5 seconds = 1,687,500,000,000,000 bytes/sec = 1.6875 Petabytes/sec.
(37.5MB x 100M x 2.25)/5 = (38,400,000 bytes/sperm x 100,000,000 sperm/ml x 2.25 ml) / 5 seconds = 1,728,000,000,000,000 bytes/sec = 1.728 Petabytes/sec.
Correction: 1MB = 1,024,000 Bytes, not 1,000,000 Bytes.
Cue geeky pick-up line: "Oh, I got bandwidth alright. Do you have the storage capacity, girl?" ;)
I performed this messed up mashup mixset live at my company's recent annual dinner. It features C&C Music Factory, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Teriyaki Boyz, T-Pain, Flo Rida, Britney Spears, Rihanna, Sean Kingston, Eminem, P. Diddy, etc. all within a span of 10 minutes at 123 BPMs, a testament to the stamina level of IT geeks on the dancefloor indeed. Either that or the music just got too confusing from the way they're used to listening.
Download: ATOMix08 (~11MB)
Sekecil burung kedidi,
Adinda terbang ke hati kekanda,
Mengharapkan cinta yang menggunung,
Terguling-guling aku dalam tikar gulung.
Apparently, my retrosexualism is making girls allergic to me (and thus unnecessarily prolonging my status as a SPURMO). I really haven't been so much of a clotheshorse all my life. With the kind of cleaning and caring that I do with my clothes, it's only once in a very long while that I get myself a new piece of clothing, usually when the existing ones are extremely worn off that it tore itself or have become very patchy due to discoloration (size has never been a problem... as it should! *grin*).
So really, if that's not commitment, I don't know what is.
I should point out that I go without underpants on some days too.
There was a different feel to Hari Raya this time around. For many, it would have been due to rising cost of petrol and goods that limited the travel and celebrations. For us, it was mainly due to Grandma being no longer around. We still went back to Johor Bahru to celebrate though. I was reminded of last year's Hari Raya when she gave duit raya to everyone in the family. Perhaps she had a feeling that it was going to be her last Raya with us. I still have that duit raya packet unopened in my possession. Knowing her, she would've smacked me on the head for not doing anything with that duit raya with the rising cost of goods and all that.
The other thing that made Raya different this time around was the absolute lack of the age old question of marriage that I get year after year. I'm not complaining.
Selamat Hari Raya, everyone! Maaf zahir batin.
Another mash featuring Badri MyStarz's "Bagaikan Roda" (the theme song for TV3's Jom Ronda) and Flo Rida's "Elevator". I kinda like how the mashed title lends itself to the context. My thanks to Audi Mok once again for allowing me to mess with his song.
Download: Badri MyStarz & Flo Rida - Bagaikan Elevator [mp3:bagaikanelevator.mp3]
I don't normally do mashups of international artistes together, as I usually prefer to have a Malaysian artist in the mash but this one was just too easy. Plus, it's been a while since I last released any mash. It's Flo Rida (with T-Pain) and Britney
bitch Spears in "Gimme Low", yo.
Happy Merdeka, Malaysia! And to Muslims all over, Ramadhan Kareem.
A quick one to acknowledge the seventh anniversary of this website. If this were a child, he or she would just be starting school in Primary One (or First Grade to you Yanks) already. If this were my wife, she could be wanting some time out from making babies already (or make yours truly undergo a vasectomy).
Happy Seventh, Cybersonique-dot-Org!
You've seen it in panorama before. Now, see the evolved Phuturestudio in Photosynth-ed pseudo 3D glory!
Go ahead. Make fun of my
nerdy geeky book collection and scrap board. More...
It's one of those things you hear happening to other people and usually dismiss it as being downright silly thinking how could it possibly happen. But I am actually here to live to tell about it.
It was yet another wedding weekend. Since the date wasn't an auspicious one like the recent 080808, perhaps the full moon had something to do with the fact that many people wanted to get married at about the same time. Anyways, got a few invitations and decided to make it to a couple. And so we went to one. Walked into the hall. Greeted the hosts with the usual chatter. Since the newlyweds weren't around yet, we were shown to the buffet line for the food. Got the food and settled down to one of the tables. There we were happily munching on when the newlyweds finally made it into the hall. Then came the realization: "We're actually at the wrong wedding reception." And so we tried to graciously make our way out of the hall. But not before we were given bunga telur for coming to the reception.
Yet another silly episode in the life of yours truly. Just like that time when my apartment got accidentally renovated.