Claymore

A while back (I can’t even remember how long ago) Carmaine introduced me to an anime called Claymore. Then, Mary gave me some episodes. Just today I decided to start watching it. And it is AWESOME! So to do a quick summary to get someone interested:

It’s set in a world where humankind coexist with monsters called Yoma. Yoma basically eat human guts and they can disguise themselves as humans so they’re rather sneaky bastards. To fight the Yoma, the humans will have to request help from an organization of Yoma-hunters. The humans call these hunters Claymores (the hunters themselves don’t call themselves by that title, it’s just what the humans do). Claymores are half human, half Yoma, and when they do battle they unleash some of the Yoki, which is Yoma-power. Their eyes turn from the usual silver to gold. At some point, all Claymores will lose themselves and turn into a Yoma. Usually when they sense their end is coming, they will send out a black card that in their sword, and on the black card will be the symbol of the Claymore that they want to be killed by (each Claymore’s symbol is unique, like their DNA or name or something) and that chosen Claymore will have to kill them before they become completely Yoma, so that they can die “with a human heart”.

All Claymores are females, because for some reason that is the only way you can have half human half Yoma (maybe there is a reason, I’ve only seen 10 eps). All Claymores are blonde, fit, ninja-like, and have silver eyes. Except for some reason their boss is male.

So the story is about a Claymore called Clare, who, in a mission meets a boy called Rika, whose family has been slain by a Yoma. Rika follows Clare around, and at first you don’t know why Clare lets Rika do it but then you find out that when Clare was a human, she was in the same situation as Rika, and she was adopted by a Claymore called Teresa. Teresa was the best Claymore ever, being Number One, and in order to protect Clare, Teresa killed a human. That act is taboo in Claymore society, and Teresa was meant to be executed, but she wounded all her executors and turned her back on the organization. Therefore, the male boss sent Numbers Two through to Five after Teresa. Number Two was a rookie called Priscilla, and she hated Yoma very much and was so strong that one day she could surpass Teresa (Teresa is so strong that she doesn’t even need to unleash her Yoma powers when fighting). After a really long battle, it seems that Priscilla has lost control over her Yoma side and was about to turn into a Yoma, and Teresa offered to kill her. But Priscilla tricks Teresa and kills Teresa, and then Number Three to Five. Priscilla turns into a being stronger than Yoma, an Awakened Being (or Voracious Eater), and leaves the terrified and human Clare behind. Clare finds the male boss, and requests to be made into a Claymore.

We then find out that Clare is the worst Claymore. In the 47 regions, she is ranked Number Forty-Seven.

The last episode I watched was when Clare joins three other Claymores who are hunting an Awakened Being, but was surprised when they realized that the AB is much stronger than they were told and they would be screwed with a Number Forty-Seven.

I like it because it has a lot of gruesome bits. For example, when Priscilla killed Sophia and Noel, Numbers Five and Four, she did so by punching her claw into their brains, through their eyes. And when Clare killed Yomas, she did it by slicing them through the middle. The fighting animation is also very well done, on par with that of Naruto and I guess DBZ as well, but DBZ would be considered from “another era” of Japanese animation. It also reminds me of Appleseed, however Appleseed would be considered a different genre, it being a 3D animation of sorts.

Anyway that was my ramble about Claymore for today. I’ve found my new addiction. I need to get more episodes, now.

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. I guess I have to add that it’s similar to Naruto also because they drag battles on for a few episodes.

Cross My T’s And Dot My I’s

Today I wrote those letters (or rather, finished writing the letters) to those people. I discovered 2 things:

1. I can actually write straight and neat, but only in one letter.

2. I can write a LOT one minute and have a complete writer’s block the next. Which I know is usual for a lot of people.

I can’t wait until the recipients read the letters. Because then they’d know a small part of me. (“Can you feel it? Can you feel me inside of you?”)

Apart from that I didn’t manage to achieve much. I wrote Eunice’s and Dani’s before the weekend, and today I wrote Bee’s and Carmaine’s.

Right now, mom had just come home and immediately had started screaming at my dad. I wonder how much more of this he can bear before he really blows his top. And by that I mean either something directly towards mom or something kind of passive. Most of the time I can block her voice out but it does become hard sometimes. I hate that he doesn’t retaliate, and I hate how she’d not let something go, and would keep picking at it and picking at it.

Like when I lost my Metcard (which I know is stupid but just bear with me) I got a telling off which I know I deserve. But I figured she’d respect that I’m nearly an adult and know that I feel enough shame already, and punish myself and learn from my mistake, but no. She spends the whole day telling me what a disgrace I am, and how useless I am at looking after myself. She tells me that she’s sick (which she was, 2 years ago, for about a week) and that she’s always tired, yet she manages to find enough energy to scream at me at a volume that in other households would be considered as a full-heated argument. Once she came home and didn’t stop screaming from the moment she walked in, until dinnertime (dinner which dad and I cooked for her) and then after dinner as well. That’s of course, not mentioning the abusive names she call me. But I might be wrong. It could just be a Chinese tradition to call a husband an imbecile.

Whatever. I think I need to get myself a stressball. That, or more TV time. I’m lucky that I’ve found escape when I’m by myself, and friends when I’m with others. I’m not like some kids who have no one, and I’m not like some kids who gets bashed.

Crap, this blog turned emo.

Writing the letters was soothing, definitely. Because every word I wrote reminded me of the person I was writing to.

You should try it some time, just write a letter to a friend, best friend, sibling, family member if you have one you actually like…(which brings me to the point that my mom would openly and while I am around tell people my bad points, and even somehow make my good points into jokes or silly ideas, but STOP SHUT UP!) and tell them what you think of them, or what you’re thinking in general. Even if you never post the letter, it could still help you. I COULD take my own advice, write a letter to my mother, then burn it, but I don’t want to waste ink, paper nor time on her.

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. My nose and chin (yep that too) has reached its final stages of peeling. Now it’s just dry. I’m going to use some of my scent-less moisturiser. It hurts like a bitch, my nose does. Thanks Julia for your suggestion.

P.P.S. Geez my blog’s a bit bipolar. I talk about how much I love my friends then WHAM how much I hate being at home. Then back to friends again then WHAM snap back to bad feelings.