One week. Forty-eight episodes. And now, finally, I can let out the breath I've been holding all that time. The characters are married and happy, people have made peace and I like to think that my Mando has improved through intensive listening, never mind if I understand what's being said or not (I'd say I understand about 30% of the dialogue, mainly when they're talking about their feelings and not so much when they're talking about poetry).
Once again, please don't let it end. I'll beg on my kneeeees. Let there be another episode, let us see more of that final wedding, let me see what happens after the wedding, introduce another side story... just don't make me awake from the week-long dream.
You remember my hysteria in my last entry, exactly a week ago. I cried and threw a tantrum because I thought I was unable to watch anything in Mando. It turns out I understimated the extent of my determination to have something to watch, because I decided I couldn't live without it. So, Canto or not, I went for it. It wasn't even as bad as I thought, even though it took a while to get used to the characters with their new voices (I swear the characters are more attractive or loveable when they speak Canto). I understood more than I thought, and I certainly understood the plot for the most part. I understood why people were arguing, I could keep track of the characters and I understood the reasons why people were doing what they were doing eg. being tortured, loving each other etc..
But now... I zow tow moh loh (zou3 tou2 wu2 lu4) - I have nowhere to run. Canto, Mando, English, French, Afrikaans, Mongolian... there's no more for me, no matter which language. The past week was like a dream. I'd come home and lock myself in my room, watching at least four episodes a day, and as many eight. My mum thinks I'm hard at work and keeps saying how sorry she feels for me. Perhaps, on one level, I'm grateful that I've finished the series because now I won't have to feel so guilty. With my history essay due on Friday and only an introduction, I really can't afford to be spirited away again. I've been feeling so continuously scared about that essay, I'm starting to get used to it. I'm thinking, if I write 400 words a day for the next three days, I'll finish in time. I must not panic.