Saw Harold and Kumar 2 last night. Can’t say it was the cinematic experience to end all cinematic experiences, but at least one blog-worthy moment came out of it. People joke that the aspiration of all Asian males is to be Harold or Paul Kariya’s father. I beg to differ. I’d like to believe that when real people fall in love, it inspires them like it inspired Kumar when he wrote this poem:

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
[via melc_33 on Yahoo Answers]

Stay tuned, I’ll probably start having interesting thoughts once I start watching real movies again some time…