Love is mushy; science is hard

but i do like things to be hard facts. its either black or white. no gray matter. but as we grow, we created our own meaning of love. though it might not last, a new definition will be created once it has reconcile a new found love. it is a gambling game.you either win with colors or failed with hurt. but not until you've found the one, the searching is endless. its not about finding the perfect one but its seeing the imperfect one perfectly. get rid of those checklist you've got.just get out there and give out love. someone out there who's perfect enough will notice it. kinda hard to be put in practice when the word seems so idealistic. but if you see other people journey of love, and how fate bind them together, don't you ever wonder the strength that they have to reach their destiny. energy that we ourselves can never imagine could have. but its possible. the curiosity that makes man keep on searching, for something that cannot be seen but only felt seems pointless but once you found it, the contented feeling is indescribable. i admitted of failure myself. but thats how its going to happen. think about the failure as a practice ( optimistic talking here) or, if you failed, vanish all evidence that you'd tried ( that's egoistic talking). other way, just don't get stuck in the middle. life are to be changed or accepted. if it cannot be accepted than change it! if you neither change it nor accept it, you'll be depress. its no fun being depress. life is too short to be sad. gotta get up honey! someones waiting for you out there =)

p/s: “Search yourself, and you will find Allah”