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Interesting Observations


So, the more I meet, the sooner they break up.
The only reason the graph pics up at the end is because,
number of times we met/meet must be <= Length of the relationship.

Comments

blog.sahil.me said…
I didn't get the last part. Length of the relationship is measured in whats?

[Captcha: mating. Hahaha]
Sam said…
days. of course we assume that we make only one meeting in a day.

Its a fail post dude. :P
Cuz its still kinda mathematically flawed.

If the graph is correct, the scale of the no. of meets and the length of relationship should be different. In which case the statement below is false.

[ps - what was in the square brackets?]
Raveena said…
You sit and analyze it and draw graphs to explain it and shit?

I just say the guy must be gay/impotent/mentally deranged and move on in life. Works every time.
Sam said…
haha, no i jus like patterns. I realised this one and thought it had to be spoken about. :P
Espèra said…
It is a good pattern indeed. *nod nod nod*

You must be great with long-distance relationships then! :)
Sam said…
Wel, my longest was long distance. As you can see frm the graph. :P

haha wow. I sound lame right about now.

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