The Four Dragons

February 2, 2008
Finished invites for Sunshine’s debut
5:26 pm

Dearest Nonexistent Reader,

Have you seen any Fushigi Yuugi? It’s a libidinous anime that used to air on GMA7 when people my age were in elementary. My room mate, Pau, watched the whole season a couple of months ago, and thanks to that rerun, my memories of Miaka Yuki’s adventures in The Book were refreshed. Strange, but I actually found myself touched by the ending, despite its predictability.

If you have seen the show, you will know that the plot basically revolves around a glutton named Miaka, who must summon the great dragon guardian Suzaku to save the people of her ancient land. The conflict arises in the form of other tribes who attempt to summon their own guardian dragons before Miaka does so they can crush her people. In the story, there are four dragons (whose names I’ve unfortunately forgotten) who control the elements. Think red, blue, yellow, green.

Correct me if I’m wrong but I think the whole plot of Fushigi Yuugi was inspired by the Chinese legend about the Four Dragons who ruled over the earth once upon a time. It was probably the same legend that inspired the Sports Committee of my dorm to come up with team names like Fukanlong, Tienlong, Jiaolong and Shenlong. Oh, and the segregation comes in red, blue, yellow and green, too!

The reason for the division was the Sports Fest, which ended just last Wednesday. The four teams competed against each other in different events, garnering points every time they won. Initially, the whole thing was a truly enjoyable experience; most people had a grand time cheering for their athletes and wearing team colors to show their support. By the end of the Men’s Volleyball Finals, however, the tide turned and suddenly the purpose of the Sports Fest, which was to help the dormers meet more of their neighbors, was defeated.

It’s a complicated tale to tell, mainly because I cannot divulge the rumors that have been spreading like wildfire in our corridors lately. For those who know about the issue, however, the following paragraphs contain my take on it.

I speak not for the whole of Fukanlong but as an ordinary resident of the First Floor Girls. I do not know all the ugly details that lead to the division of the Kalai community, but I am positive that not everything that’s circulating is true. If at the Men’s Volleyball Finals that single crucial point was given to the wrong side, the game should have been paused to make way for a proper deliberation of whether that ball was IN or OUT. The whole issue should have ended that night.

But as we all know, animosity eats its way into even the most solid relationships. Now some are secretly nursing grudges against others, and these locked emotions sometimes surface in not-so-pretty manifestations.

I don’t like it. I don’t like being hated. I don’t want my floor to be the ganged on, especially because there’s no reason for us to be treated like something yucky on the tip of one’s shoe. During the Palarong Pinoy, people didn’t think much of us because we ranked low overall. Now, some people still don’t like us. Is it because we WON?

A text message goes:

Never explain yourself to anyone
The person who likes you doesn’t need it
And the person who doesn’t like you won’t believe it

How true.

Toodles, Poof!
sandybeaple