please read this before reading this entry…

after reading south of the border, west of the sun and telling my sister that i liked it, she told me to read 100% perfect girl by the same author (Haruki Murakami). and can i just say, i’m fast becoming a fan of this guy. hahaha.

in this short story, he talks about passing by his 100% perfect girl in a street in Tokyo. he ponders whether he should talk to her and what he should say. he tells of a scenario where he talks to her and she tells him that he’s the 100% perfect boy for her and they both realize that it’s too good to be true so he suggests…

Let’s test ourselves – just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we’ll marry then and there. What do you think?

i really do not agree with this. when you find someone whom you could love and who could love you in return, you don’t let them go on a whim just to test whether it’s meant to be or not. this is why i didn’t like serendipity (the movie starring john cusack and kate beckinsale). yes, it’s nice to think that there is such a thing as fate, as destiny but why test it? love comes so fleetingly that you shouldn’t throw it away just to see if it’s the real thing.

this short story reminds me of a poem, Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska (now, wasn’t that a mouthful?) that was featured in the movie turn left, turn right which stars Takeshi Kaneshiro, one of the most beautiful guys ever! hehehe.

Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?

I’d like to ask them
whether they remember– perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an “excuse me” in a crowd
or a voice “wrong number” in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don’t remember.

They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.  There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.

it would be nice to think that i’ve been passing the 100% perfect boy for me all this time and that fate has not yet deemed it the right time for us to meet. it will always remain to me a wonder of how people fall in love, of how two people could find each other in the midst of the other billions of people in the world. it’s magic! but if i do pass by the 100% perfect boy for me, would i be able to say… good morning. you are the 100% perfect boy for me. ;P