Managed to catch 'Harold & Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay' on wednesday night and caught up with a few of my friends. The movie's still alrite for me and one of the climax for me got to be this poem that i was fascinated with. Imagine someone would have come up with a poem linked with maths. But well, its indeed well-versed.

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


After the movie, managed to get a place to chill and just a random session talking abt anything under the sun or rather 'the moon' in this case. Getting pawned in relationships, displeasure in work and many other things. Though everyone were talking abt the demoralizing things that were happening, but that might be a good time to mold ourselves to become more mature. Moreover, the 20th mark doesn't seem too far away from now. I am just going to take it in my stride and carry on with life. enjoy the next few months and off i go. hope that the friendship forged can still be extended through many years to come though we may be heading for different directions. That's all for now and may everyone have a good weekend ahead.