I may not be the most interesting person in the world, but this is my blog, so I have to talk about myself sometime.
Likes: Shakespeare. Green. The giant panda. Wales. Abe Lincoln. Writing. Nadia G. Music. Anime. Elton John. The Caffeine Club. Converse. Coleridge.
Dislikes: Lorraine Kelly. The dark. Dr Pepper. Touchscreen. Justin Bieber. Ppl wot speek lik dis. Crime novels. Slow walkers. Noel Edmonds. Wasps. Public transport.
Why am I doing this blog? In short, because I was bored and it seemed like a good idea. I’ve always enjoyed writing (mayhaps I shall post some of my work here) but I’ve never been able to write as myself. I’ve always spoken through another character, or focused more on imagery than what I had to say. I thought a blog might help me get back into writing, help me find my voice.
Why is this blog called Jigokucho? Jigokucho is Japanese for Hell Butterfly. Or at least, that’s what the internet told me. A Hell Butterfly is the method in which members of the Soul Society in the anime ‘Bleach’ communicate with each other. The best way to describe how I interpret it, is that a Soul Reaper records a ‘thought message’ within a Hell Butterfly and releases it. It will then fly to the recipient and relay the message. By calling my blog Jigokucho (mostly because ‘thehellbutterfly’ was already taken) I hope to convey the idea that each of my blog posts is meant, in some way, as a message to you the reader. Whether I just be moaning about stupid people, be fangirling over a book or program, be telling you something about me or be passing on the inspiration and hope that I’ve received from someone else … the Hell Butterfly is my way of relaying those messages to you.
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I have a terrible habit of starting projects with gusto then letting them fall quickly into a state of disrepair. I still have my stuffed panda – he turned 10 at Christmas. He helps me through panic attacks and mental breakdowns. He’s also soft and fluffy. I can go three days without leaving my room for anything but the toilet (and yes, this includes not leaving for food). I’m a perfectionist: in hair straightening, drawing and choosing just the right word. I use ‘I’ too much, and for a quiet person I tend to use too may words. I also have a habit of breaking into old English and other languages mid sentence.
If you can deal with that, then bienvenido a mi mundo: welcome to my world.