Have you guys been able to watch the movie Harold and Kumar - escape from Guantanamo Bay..? I think you should see this movie if you want a good laugh. Some content may be of mature content - for those who are sensitive enough. But for me, I really liked this movie and I laughed all the way to te end.

Note: for Dr House fans - kumar is actually a member of Dr. House’s new team.. hahaha

anyways.. In the movie.. Kumar tells to Vanessa a poem while crashing into vanessa’s wedding. Really like the poem though - not in a Nerdy kind of way.. hehe.. well, it is a math poem. hope you guyske it too..! Here it is..

I fear 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.

Wasn’t really sure on what title to put on this story I made.. it is somehow a story inspired by ideas of a student in the university.. the ups and downs of your life - how you swim or sink.. although I was considering not to put any title on it.. but anyway, hope you guys have the time to read it..

At last, the wind blew a gentle bliss in the humid air. It seemed to be getting hot and he was beginning to sweat. The question still lingered in his mind and the weather was not helping at all. It was supposed to be cool. It was about to rain. But what enveloped him was uncertainty and, inside of him, a void wanting to be filled with the answer he was looking for.

The sound of jeepneys roared as the rocks displaced by the vehicles rubbed against each other. The road was still not developed despite the promises of the politicians a few years back. Motorcycles raced as the first droplets of rain were welcomed by the thirsty land. Students were running to get to the nearest cover under the canteen roof. He can all witness these for he was watching them all. All alone in a table with his pencil and taking down his thoughts.

Drei opened the canteen door. Looked up the gray sky and whispered to himself in a voice clear enough for the other stranded students to hear. "Eh, mas okey nang ganito keysa naman nasa klase at nakikinig sa boring na lecture." "Oo nga", answered a student in the crowd while giving Drei a high five. Perhaps that was the kind of mentality that he radiates in the student council. maybe not. Some bastard who forgot his place in the university or his primary duty as a student-leader or perhaps a student-athlete wherein, in both cases, ’student’ came first. So stupid to believe that being famous was very important.

He took his eyes off the brute while his hand continued to scribble symbols endlessly on the notebook. A faint voice filled with worry reached his ears. "Malelate na talaga ako.." He knew her but couldn’t remember her name. Lei? Lisa? Leisa? Or something like that. She’s part of the school paper, a writer who shares her ideas voicing out the good of the students. She’s a regular student in her course, someone marching at the end of the year with honors, cum laude at the very least. A person with character and someone who will be important to the society.

The subtle moment ended with a snap. The rain poured heavier like angry stones smashing on the tin roof. She got her plastic folder and got ready to run in the midst of the rain. She can’t miss her classes; not today.  When she was about to take her first step, a hand grabbed her by the elbow. "Ang KJ mo naman, ‘wag mo sabihin papasok ka tlga sa klase mo? Isang absent naman diyan.." She replied, "wag mo kng itulad sa iyo Drei, bitawan mo ako please". And the rain kept pouring very hard.

He could not just sit there. He laid his pencil down and rushed towards the crowd of students. Everything happened too fast that all that was heard was a loud thud. Drei was down, managed to grin and addressed the person that hit him. "Anong eksena ba ito? Alam mong IKAW ay aKo. Kaya mo pa bang magkunwaring tulad ka nila?". He just stood there in silence. Turned his back away from the guy on the floor and faced the girl. He looked at her; tried to find something in her eyes. But he was not sure anymore. In no time, she turned away.. faded away..

He couldn’t find an answer.  In a few months the year will end. For a moment he was confused but it was all clear now. Maybe this was the answer. To give himself a chance. To maybe stop existing and take a fresh start. Maybe, just maybe, he could change the ending of this chapter — the ending he always wanted..

I looked at myself at the broken mirror still hanging upon the dark walls of the room. My room was dark, perhaps I wanted it this way. The half-open window welcomes the moon’s light into this black tavern. I felt my hand. I felt pain.

Sham was a nice girl. I remember the scent of her hair as I gently caress her hair in these hands of mine. I remembered to smile everytime we were together. I forgot all things that run through my mind each night. We used to go out and shre things about ourselves. things that made me feel human and get out of the shell of apathy. Ahh yes.. I remember that. Indeed I was Apathy.

The sound of broken glass echoed in the shadows of the room.

*Drip* *Drip*

When there’s happiness, there is pain. And I was so happy and for a second I forgot everything. Now there’s pain and it is enveloping my heart as fast as water filling up and rushing to every space in an empty glass. Perhaps it is moving too fast. Almost filling up my heart.

I looked at myself at the broken mirror still hanging upon the dark walls of the room. I felt my hand. I felt blood. I felt pain.

Water pouring in too fast can never fill a cup to the top..

And so with what’s left of me, I descend into the darkness of the night. With apathy and sanity in my head. Happiness and pain in my heart. I closed my eyes and the view of my room began to fade eventually to pitch black.