It was a long weekend. PGMA declared yesterday a holiday. Got not much to do so i stayed home and watched cable tv the whole day. I'm really good in flipping channels so when i checked HBO, i got the chance to watch Harold and Kumar. The movie is ok. Average movie. Some funny moments and it surely occupied my time. The best part of the movie is when Kumar said this poem when he tried to stop Vanessa from leaving after he ruined her wedding. Here it goes...
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three.
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
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