You
see the title of this list and you say, "That's
impossible!", although your friends would
strongly disagree.
You know the guy you'll marry will have blue hair
cut just like Tamahome's...and possibly a red ogre
tattooed on his forehead.
You won't watch WWF Smackdown- only Tamahome
Smackdown.
Your brother calls you Miaka, and you respond to it.
Soon, your entire family starts to call you Miaka...in
public places.
You get colored contacts so that your eyes look like
Miaka's.
You dress as Suzaku no Miko for Halloween.
And convince your friends to be your Suzaku Seven.
And your other friend (who looks like Yui) to be
Surrey no Miko.
And insist she has her Seiryuu Seven.
And then you insist that you face off in the halls
at school- YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN, SEIRYUU!!!
You hear flute music and get down on your knees and
yell, "AAAHHHH-he's trying to weaken my life
force!"
Your annoying little brother imitates Amiboshi's
flute music because he knows it will have the same
effect.
You hear a howl and scream, "Ahhh- Ashitare-Run!!!"
Lightning strikes and you think, "Soi! She's
come to get me!" (Do we see a pattern here?)
Whenever somebody advances toward you in a menacing
way, you scream for Tamahome. But then you realize
it's pointless...he can sense when you're in
trouble.
You call every library in your state asking if they
have an Important Documents Reference Room or The
Universe of The Four Gods.
When that fails, you try the 5 neighboring states.
When that fails, you do a nation wide search. (Hmmm-
another pattern developing?)
When that fails, you call the National Library in
Japan.
When that fails, you call every library in Japan.
Then, every one in China.
Finally, very frustrated, you hire some guy in China
to Write you a copy- even thought you'll never be
able to read it.
Every time you meet somebody from Japan, you ask if
they like Fushigi Yuugi...and if they would like to
send you some merchandise.
Your parents kick you off the internet cause you
spend too much time online downloading FY stuff (1
pm to 1 am isn't that long) and nobody has been able
to call.
Your dad, who's never actually seen FY, can sing
along with the songs cause you play them so much.
"No da" and "Da" have become a
regular part of your vocabulary, you say them with
out thinking. And your dumb friends ask what it
means every time. Morons. You also seem to have
developed Tasuki's swearing habit.
While absent mindedly doodling in AP history, you
write Tamahome (or you seishi of choice)'s name with
hearts around it. In English and in Kanji.
One of your friends has a crush on Tasuki- and she's
never seen the show.
Your art project for ceramics was a Chichiri head
pot...you didn't mind how difficult it was to make
the hair stay in place while it dried and having to
make it balance.
Later, your only FY-lovin' friend (don't worry,
there will be more...hahahah) runs up to you in the
hall happily stating, "Chichiri's in the
display case!" You tell her that was you. She
said that's what she figured.
FY pictures are covering all your notebooks...and
you're very proud of them.
You plan on writing a FY musical. And starring in
it.
You also call every t.v. production company and
propose the idea of a live action Fushigi Yuugi
mini-series- and demand to play Miaka. In fact,
you've pretty much cast the whole thing (now Brad
Renfro will play Tamahome...)
In between receiving FY tapes, you crave new
episodes so much it nearly drives you crazy...it
kinda reminds ya of a drug.
You get hurt and wonder, "where's Mitsukake
when you need him?"
You want to sneak Chiriko into your AP History exam
with you. And the SATs.
You also refer to the aforementioned exams as your
"entrance exams" and man, do you hate
studying for them...but you have to...to please your
mom.
You write this list instead of reading Grapes
of Wrath even though you have a test on it tomorrow.
You write the Chiriko symbol on your foot, hoping it
will make you smarter.
In your Japanese class, you insist that everyone
call you Miaka.
Your friend want to fix up Sailor Mars and Tasuki-
holy fire attacks, it makes sense. You give her a
lecture on how it would never work.
You start to turn in homework with the name Yuuki
Miaka on it instead of your own.
It makes you happy when you can apply a Fushigi
Yuugi analogy to a situation (and you've done it
many times!!).
Your windows wallpaper is Tasuki and Taka sitting in
front of a brick wall with "Nakago Sux"
spray painted on it in hot pink. You love it.
You search through your brother's lego people until
you find one that looks like Suzaku no Miko and all
of her seishi...then you steal them and display them
in your room (keeping the Miaka one and the Tamahome
one together all the time).
You cry when a Suzaku Seishi dies.
Hell, you cry just thinking about a Suzaku Seishi
dying. Just the other day you cried in Math class
thinking about Nuriko and how you're gonna miss him.
You develop a fever. You make your friend promise
you that she won't let a woman named Miss Shoka come
and eat you to your bone marrow.
You are thrilled when Miaka starts singing "Ho
Taru Koi" (To cover when she almost says "Hotohori"
in front of the Kutou emperor) cause you sang that
in choir!!
You make signs with Tamahome's picture on them
saying "If you see this man, please contact me
immediately" and post them all over school.
Your sort-of friend tries to tell you that
Tamahome's not real- and you yell at her telling her
she's wrong, and you'll find him!! (The worst part
is she's an FY fan too) (this is not the same friend
who saw the Chichiri pot)
"Daaaaa!" is the first thing you say when
you get frustrated.
A male friend of yours smacks you on the arm. You
look at him and say, "You hit girl...and you
call yourself a man!"
Yep, your AP notes sure are pretty with all those
Chichiri drawings on them.
You sip tea while doing your homework- and think
about Tamahome and Miaka drinking tea together.
You get a fake ID, go to a bar and try to order a
"Nuriko Special"
You celebrate Seishi birthdays.
While at Disney World, you insist of going to
Epcot's China (so you can search for a copy of The
Universe of the Four Gods as well as seishi weapons)
and Japan (for anything FY!) (And you are sadly
disappointed when you don't find either).
Your favorite Spanish word is chícharos cause it
reminds you of Chichiri.
In AP history, you ask, "But why did the
Japanese have to bomb us?" A friend of yours
turns to you and says, "Don't bring your love
of anime into this!" (But really, I love Japan
for many more reasons).
While making Easter eggs, you draw a Chichiri face
on one and write, "Happy Easter, no da!"
on it.
No matter how much you love Japan and want to go
there, you could never visit Nakano because it
reminds you too much of Nakago.
You make a Chichiri prayer bead necklace for your
little brother, who thinks he's Chichiri. He wears
it constantly. You are so proud.
You also make him a Chichiri staff- out of straws at
McDonald's (and some staples and tape).
You wish a Nyan-Nyan would come clean your room for
you.
When somebody asks what's wrong with you, you tell
them you suffer from "Tamahomania".
You notes on The Native Son (for English class)
contain side comments on lines such as: ...you
can'twin (Amiboshi and Suboshi??) Or ...Bulm's
Delicatessen (Tasuki?)
You no longer read the word "task"
anymore- now it's automatically "Tasuki"
(which makes reading that boring AP textbook sooo
much more interesting).
And "home" has become "hom-e".
You freak when you learn that one of the members of
Feeder is named Taka.
You are sooo proud and happy. A friend of yours who
has seen FY manga (although he never actually read
it, just looked at the pictures) looks at your hair
style one day and starts calling you "Fushigi
Yuugi", not knowing the name Miaka. You are
even more elated when he calls you it again 2 weeks
later- you can't believe he remembered that, the
first time he had seen the manga earlier that day,
and he hadn't seen it since. (But don't worry,
you'll make him watch the show soon...BWAHAHAHAHA (Tasuki
laugh)).
You don't care if you ate yourself sick at the
Chinese Buffet because later your friend compared it
to Miaka.
When your friend who looks like Yui come to visit,
your Chichiri-brother and you call her Yui-chan. It
drives her crazy.
But you did teach her to do the
happy-anime-schoolgirl-jump.
While sitting at lunch, one of your friends asks
another what you are listening to. She replies it's
probably your stupid anime soundtrack. You wish
Tamahome was there to get all ogre on her ass for
calling it stupid (and she's one of your best
friends).
You insist on calling your older brother Keisuke
when he returns from college for vacations.
You re-write the words to one of your choir songs so
it is now directly related to Fushigi Yuugi (before
it just reminded you of a song Miaka would have sung
when Tamahome went off to Kutou). Click here to read
the new words.
Now in choir you are currently singing "Windsong"
from Mighty Joe Young. You wonder why you
couldn't sing "Kaze no Uta" ("Melody
of the Wind"-Nuriko's song for those of you who
are unfamiliar with it) instead. Both are about the
wind, written in a foreign language, and from a
soundtrack.
You see Tama brand drums in the choir room. You tape
-home underneath it. When that gets ripped off, you
try -neko instead.
You think it is just the coolest that Tamahome's
seiyuu also did the voice for Fiore in the Sailor
Moon R Movie.
You
find some book in the library, open it, and try to
get sucked into it while yelling "I'M COMING,
TASUKI!!!!" (Which is quickly followed by
strange glances from the librarians, then you
realize the book you chose was
something similar to the Karma Sutra.....eek...)
You
begin to suspect that your math teacher is Soi.
Bitchy, short-skirted nymphomaniac- sounds accurate
to me!!
You
have a male friend who repeatedly states that he is
gorgeous, and nothing is handsomer than him.
This totally reminds you of Hotohori. But he
also would (seriously) do anything for money,
reminding you of Tamahome. You settle on
calling him "Tamahori".
Remember
that teacher that might be Soi?? Well, she quit
after having you in class. You’re convinced
it was because she saw "Yuuki Miaka" on
your papers, realized who you were, realized you
were onto her, and decided she had to get away.
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