Reincarnation? That's the Greek translation of my name.

A period of two years has passed by, like leaves falling from trees.

I enjoy reading past posts, or should I say, ramblings? Expressions of teen angst? The inside of the mind of a certain character that has certain 'personal issues', is afraid to open up to those around them, yet they are comfortable posting on the internet? Yes. That was oh-so entertaining.

A matter of two years has resulted in growing up, a complicated heartbreak (who am I without one?), a new image, different world views and many adventures.

Growing Up
In the two years of absence, many a things have happened, including 'growing up'. I have done this with reluctance. As a child, you always wish to be older. Let's face it, the media has raised us to aspire to being older, have you watched 'Suddenly 30'? It addresses that issue.
Admit it. When you were younger you wanted to have cleavage like the Victoria's Secret models, you wanted to wear makeup and wear high heels. Everyone has wanted this at some point in their life, even if you were an alleged 'tomboy'.

As soon as I started wearing makeup, I stopped wearing makeup. There's a part of me that has a firm hold on my childhood. I'm scared. Change scares me. Maybe it's the lack of exposure that I've had to the real world?
For example:
Most people are used to random, nice guys talking to them and trying to pick them up. I am not.
I actually fear having a person ask me out because, to be quite honest, I have not actually spoken to my parents about the matter, this really emphasises the speed at which I'm growing up. To be fair though, I did only just have the talk about other forms of 'feminine hygiene' products with my mother like, a couple of months ago (TMI, I know.)

The end of school was definitely not a celebration for me. I did shed some tears because school was the best time of my life and I really miss it.
University begins around the end of February, so watch out world.

Complicated Heartbreak?
It's quite obvious and well-known that I am a hopeless romantic that has never experienced romance. Well, here's my past two years:

This is a story of boy meets girl, however, I must warn you that it is definitely NOT a love story.
I walked into homeroom, my first day at a new school, I was assigned to a seat beside 'him'. This is oh-so cliche, however, this is no exaggeration.
He was the kindest, nicest, most wonderful guy you could meet. He was a very friendly person, greeting me, showing interest, engaging in conversation. He was my first real 'friend' at my new school.

Homeroom was my favourite part of the day, when we got to talk to each other. I'd always smile after our quick, little, meaningless conversations. Time had passed and I began to fall for him. We checked out each others' music and shared music, it was our common ground.

During this time, I grew close to another girl, she became a very close friend. I, myself, being a supposed 'romantic' am very good at reading body language. Or maybe I just overthink things to the point where I come to an understanding, that which is the truth?
However, I had a feeling that she might have had feelings for the same person, who can blame her? He was kind, friendly, quiet, shy, intelligent and just wonderful, a light in the darkness? Someone that you always feel safe with.

A year had gone by, I never told anyone. Once you tell someone a secret, the truth is to be revealed in time. Halfway through my second year of 'affectionate feelings', I told someone.
It was too much to handle, I couldn't take it anymore. The endless longing and the secrets that I was holding inside, they were crashing over me, drowning me to the point where I had grown used to keeping a 'happy mask' on in order to hide the truth. I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to stop the feelings. I felt bad for feeling them, especially when I could see how happy he was and how much he really did like her, and how much she liked him.
I felt like I was intruding. It wasn't my fault. You can't help who you fall for. There's a reason why I fell for him and I am yet to understand.

The person I told was a close friend of 'him'. He ended up breaking my trust, betraying me and telling 'him' behind my back. I don't handle rejection well. I try so hard to avoid situations where rejection is a possible outcome, this had all been explained to said 'friend', however, he decided to tell.
It had been three months of awkwardness between me and 'him' after that. I did not understand. Things were going so well until then. I hated it.
Everyone tried to pretend that they did not know, I could see through it all. Who better than a person that lies to everyone everyday?

When I finally found out about the betrayal, it was as though I wasn't allowed to be angry about it. I wasn't allowed to cry. I couldn't do anything.
There I was, not supposed to tell anyone.
I was suffocating, I couldn't breathe.
The mask fell down and revealed a canvas of blankness. Just blankness.
I couldn't control myself, my emotions melted together to create a plain, grey paste.
Everytime I saw 'him', my stomach lurched, my mouth twitched and my heart ached.
I would try to avoid speaking to the friend and 'him'.

One night 'he' thought it was enough. Thank goodness, or else I wouldn't get the marks to go to uni.
I was supposed to be writing my economics essay, but I just couldn't think. I didn't want to do anything, I didn't care anymore. What was it all for anyway?
'He' popped up on Facebook. Niceties such as 'hey' out of the way, the mood got tense.
The 'I'm sorry', 'you know about your friend liking me', 'I don't want to ruin our friendship', 'I'll always be your friend', 'you're awesome' began.
Yes, I did indeed know the whole time that one of my closest friends liked you too. Hence why I didn't tell you. It would have been different if she didn't like you. I would have told you about me and gotten it out of the way. Things would have been simple.

The word 'friend' is simply a word used to reject someone. Noone REALLY means that they just want to be friends. To be honest, if my best friend asked me out and I didn't want to go out with him, I would say "I'm sorry but I'm not into you in that way", at least they know that I'm not into them in that way. But the word 'friend' masks so many things. I want to know, honestly, do you like me? Have you ever actually liked me? Or are you just not into me?

We're currently in this awkward state where I don't know how to act.
It's like, that was the end? I guess it was supposed to be the end for him, but I'm stuck in this weird limbo where I really want to tell him that I really liked him, a lot, just for closure, but he has already made it blatantly impossible through one conversation.
I guess I just have to deal with it?

Image Manipulation
A new year, a new you!
Just kidding. I'm still exactly the same, with added features such as a new form of income, a new educational pursuit and a new Lego stationery set.

I'm now a checkout chick, and whilst I do often checkout people, I still don't feel ready to.

I'm a first year, yay!

My lego stationery set is amazeballs. I can't wait to rearrange my desk.

World Views?
I'm a peace-loving person. Or at least I try to be one.
Being a very ethnic person, I have grown up accepting people from different cultures and religions basically because I, myself, will never truly fit in anywhere so I have respect for everyone in the hopes that they will respect me back.

Religion is one social convention that has always stumped me.
Many people grow up in a family that practises a certain religion, or they go on a long journey to find themselves. Sometimes both.
I started my religious journey 8 years ago and I must say, it has been a long 8 years.

My family is of mixed faith, my mother's family has members from every Christian denomination, the most prominent being Mormon. My father's family is Hindu, yet my father claims he is Buddhist. My sister says she is Hindu and my mother identifies with my father.

I have always been the black sheep of the family in terms of my views on basically everything.
I have found religion to be such an important aspect of my life for one, simple reason: I get to choose it.
My decision had to be well thought out. I have studied religion since I was 10 years old, it was a secret hobby of mine. I didn't only study main religions, I studied a variety of others, mainly for entertainment purposes (This led to my brilliant results in the final exams, for the religion course)

My research led me to the conclusion that all religions are based on the same concepts:

1. Respect yourself and others.
2. Treat others the way you want to be treated.
3. Be a kind-hearted person.
4. Believe in yourself.

Those four points are the basis of every religion.
1, 2 and 3 are pretty straight-forward and obvious in every religion, however, number four is a bit more complex.
'Believing in yourself' is emphasised in every religion through the form 'God'.
We pray to a higher being who has a variety of names, the most common, being, 'God'.
Well, God, gives us the power to do better things, to help others, helps our family and friends, keeps us safe, is always there for us, etc.
However, why is it that God helps us? Because we believe in God.
This belief in God gives us strength and confidence, that which we do not find within ourselves.
In Catholicism, you're taught that the Holy Spirit lives within you. The Holy Spirit is, essentially, God? This means that the power is within yourself.
[I should have said this before, but, if you do not like what I am typing then please, do not read it.]
I'm not denying the existence of God, I'm supporting it.
Yes, God does exist, but only if you believe in it.
God comes in many forms, but essentially, it is belief in yourself.

Why do you think that Buddhism has no God?
Belief in yourself is emphasised in Buddhism. Taking 'God' out of the equation causes people to see clearly, what it is that they are working towards in life. Religions like Christianity help to ease people into the idea of believing in themselves.
All religions are a journey, but whatever path you choose, you will always end up moving towards the same destination, just in a different way.

The path I chose? Well, I do believe in God, honestly, however, I believe in the four key beliefs that I listed, which stem from every religion so I just define myself as 'agnostic' to those who aren't very interested in hearing my religious spiels.

Adventures?
Two years. Yes, they were adventures during that time. Many adventures.

Dabbling in the Dark Arts
Once upon a time, there was an innocent, nerdy, insecure girl that was too scared to do anything. She feared trying new things, not because she was afraid of breaking the rules, it was because she didn't trust herself and the people around her.

Fast forward a year, a change of place, a change of attitude, a changed girl?
She decided, one night, that she was ready. She could trust herself. She would try something new. She did.

The girl drank for the first time ever at an alcohol-fuelled party and yes, she enjoyed it.
However, she was very responsible. The fact that it was underage drinking was the least of her concerns. She was worried about how she would act. She was blessed with the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol without it having any visible effects.
The girl, however, spent that night, learning her limits.
From that night on, she has probably been the most responsible drinker.
Until one day, whilst on a mini-holiday with her friends, she saw herself at her worst and it was a shock to everyone's system. Her's especially.

Getaway
A girl went on a mini-holiday, self-financed.
Her parents, being as over-protective as they are, decided that her friends weren't true friends.
This didn't phase her, seeing as her parents never like any of her friends anyway, until she gets new friends.

The getaway had opened the girl's eyes to something. Her good judge of character does not come from her parents.
One night, she was in a terrible state and her friends ploughed through it with her.
They took care of her, cleaned her up, fed her, put her to bed. All was good.

I will never forget that week, I had a lot of good memories and I found out how good-natured and true my friends are.

Harry Potter and the Exhibition
What better way to start off a new year than attending a Harry Potter exhibition?
I know! Nothing.
The exhibition was simply amazing.

I spent $105 on Harry Potter merchandise and have been wearing my scarf since.
Being a Potterhead is awesome. It's one thing that I can dedicate myself to.
Yes, I am on Pottermore and yes, I have been sorted into Gryffindor.
Go figure.

Well, I'm off.
I hope that A. Marcellus takes up writing again, she was so much more interesting than me, like Lemony Snicket.

Remember, you are the key to all of the doors ahead.

Ann3a <3

It's been a while... Is my blog dying like my bebo did 3 years ago?

Life aye?
Have you ever had those days when you just feel so, I don't know... Bored? Like everything you see is the same as the next? Everything you hear, you've already heard? Every outfit you wear just looks the same as the next? Right now, this is my life.

After the whole vampire fad... I'm just wondering, why is it now that people start to like Harry Potter? I've always had a bit of a thing for that curious little (Well, he's actually tall, but you get what I mean), glasses wearing, lightning bolt scar freak... Well, I guess it takes a village to love a man...

Urgh! Cha-Cha dancing. Although I am okay at it (I find it easier to cha cha dance in heels than to walk down the stairs), I really dislike it right now. No, not dislike, HATE! I shall fail this dance assessment in the best way I can because MY PARTNER IS A HORRIBLE DANCER AND PERSON! I'm sorry if I sound a bit pmsy. But it's true!

What a horrible thing. Well at least I can lounge by the pool, reading 'To kill a mockingbird', looking all sophisticated whilst someone checks me out.

What a boring, monotonous life to live... Even Alexis has more fun than me.

XOXO Alice

The New and Improved: Alice Gallaghan

I'm sitting here, eating noodles (Yes, noodles...) writing a blog, obvious much... Anyway, meet the new and improved, Alice Gallaghan! All the kinks have been fixed, here are some of them:

1. Less Zac obssessiveness, actually, it should be called indifference towards Zac (What a relief for Alexis, she probably would've dropped dead if I talked about him anymore...)
2. Slightly more confidence (Okay, well 2% is a huge gain of confidence as opposed to the original -50%)
3. New Eye Glasses! (Finally I can see properly AND they're Burberry! Got to love Burberry!)
4. Increased height (Yes, I Know, I'm TALLER than Alexis for once... LOL, who's short now aye?)
5. Built-in Sarcasm detector upgraded, with sarcastic remarks aswell!
6. Extra Bitchiness (Gossip Girl's rubbing off on me, style and personality wise! LOL don't worry! Bithciness factor can be toned down)
7. Extra non-mainstreamness

And, last, but definitely not least, RESILIENCE! MWAH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!

Well... yes, and you get all this for a price of...

This product cannot be sold due to the overwhelming cost!

Okay then! Now that we've established that... It's so quiet now! No-one except for Alexis has been blogging! This is so strange!!!!!

Yes...
Well....
I guess that's all...

Be prepared to be starved for a while because that's what I did to my Bebo (Before I decided to delete it)

Yea!

You know you love me,
XOXO Alice.

The Side Stories of A.Marcellus #3

Where's the Love?

I know I said that I would write a blog entry pretending I'm in love with someone. It's just that it's really challenging for me.

If I were to write it, I would want to keep myself in character but the problem is, with a lovey dovey theme, it's just not how I act. The idea of me spending nights obsessing and days trying to get one stupid man to notice (and eventually fall in love with) me isn't realistic. If you know me very well, than you know that my opinion of most men is a bad one. I think that a woman crying over a man is pathetic because a woman can be a complete, fully-functioning and happy adult with or without a partner.

Go on... you can call me insane or unromantic.

I feel like typing some more today. Am I the only one who thinks that vampires have become watered down in recent years? What happened to the vampires that made your blood freeze in fear instead of make you weak in the knees? I pretty sure vampires were a bad thing back in the day and not every high school girl wanted to go and bed with one. Now, I don't want to go and pick on one person in particular, Stephanie Meyer, but let me get this straight, sparkly vampires? The though makes my heart heavy and doubt mankind. If vampires are real all I can say is, on behalf of all of mankind, I am so sorry. Today's pretty boy "vegan" vampires make my blood boil right out of my eye sockets.

I'm not my normal self today,
Miss A. Marcellus

P.S: Why has our lives suddenly become boring with nothing happening? Maybe I should stir the pot alittle.

The Side Stories of A.Marcellus #1.5

"What IF?" Scenarios - Prequel


Hoorah! An update! After all, someone has to update this blog, don't they? Seeing as I've got nothing to better to do I, it might as well be me.

Now, in case you hadn't of read my previous post, I don't have any sort of "love agenda" like most of others. BUT, what if I did? It's a concept all my friends and I struggle to imagine. Who could I possibly adore, who? What would they be like? How would I act? Well, I'm going to attempt to write it... in my next entry. (Hence the '#1.5' in the title.) Really haven't gotten anything in mind about how it would go yet. I did think of what I wanted to do in the mean time however! It's an idea I got from one of my close friends; making a list of what kind of guy I like. It will give you a glimpse of what goes on in my odd mind. Before, I start though, I just want to mention that I do not care for 'superficial culture'. He could be 2 ft. tall and have a beard that ran to the floor so long as he covered most of the list.

1. Great personality
2. Quick-witted
3. Able to preform tricks with a 'Zippo' lighter
4. Age appropriate when compared to me
5. Preferably, not a republican
6. A gamer (NOT FPS however)
7. "Rock" as favourite music genre
8. Higher than or equal to me in terms of intelligence
9. Not a slob
11. No criminal record/Very law-abiding
12. Can play an instrument
13. Can make me laugh, but knows when being a clown is inappropriate
14. Is not anti-feminist
15. Is not racist/prejudice
16. Will not get on my nerves often
17. Is straight; I'm just not attracted to bisexuals
18. Can speak English at least decently
19. Rides a motorbike/scooter or can drive a car
20. Watches anime and reads manga
21. Doesn't smoke
22. Doesn't drink alot
23. Has gone/will go/ is currently going to university or college
24. Is creative and has excellent drawing abilities
25. Remembers my birthday and other important dates
26. Is fairly punctual
27. Has actual opinions about current affairs
28. Doesn't have a huge temper; is fairly calm most of the time
29. Up to date with the news (NOT gossip news)
30. Isn't hugely picky about things
31. Gives me some personal space
32. Looks good in a suit
33. Has good tastes

That's all I can think of on the top of my head. I can't believe I actually made a post that had a 'love' feel to it. The results would be, if a third (11/33) or more of these fits your description, chances are, that I would end up having a serious schoolgirl crush on you.

Oh, and if this list seems long to you, this is a short list compared to what other women want in a man. Not to mention, they want to find a man who covers the entire list! We should all wish them luck with that.

Looking forward to the next post,
Miss A. Marcellus

Episode 1 - Just Friends

Year 9:

Many things have changed since last year. You don't believe me? Well I know that I, for one, have changed DRASTICALLY since the last two years. However, before we move onto me, first off, one big change has happened to everyone, we've all moved to Manhattan. I, Alice, James, Jasmine, Cordelia, Alexis, Zac, Ben and Carmen moved to the Oh-So-Glamorous, Upper East Side Manhattan (So Gossip Girl), whilst PLT's Dexter Hancock and Tessa Halifax were left on the Lower East Side Manhattan (Due to business failures they don't have enough money to afford the Upper East Side lifestyle). So, the question is "Why did we move at the same time?", well, our parents, being the socialites they are, decided that they would like to move to Manhattan with their friend, together. They all interviewed each school and decided together that they would send their children to Trinity School, NYC. Although Tessa and Dexter live in the lower east side, they still attend Trinity, but in a lower level class than us, Straight-A, all rounder, students.

Anyway, as I was saying before, yes I have changed a lot during the Summer, I've gotten way prettier. Isn't it strange? Everyone's become beautiful in the last two years except for Amy and Carmen who went from beautiful to ugly in a matter of two years. Amy didn't move with us because her parents didn't want to (YAY US!) but Carmen begged her parents to let her, so they did.

Now, us, the most gorgeous, beautiful, graceful, elegant people in the school have recently become friends with Zac. Zac keeps staring at me. I always think to myself, 'Breathe Alice! Breathe!'. I can't help it though. I would have thought that by now, seeing as it has been almost three years I'd be over him but no, I'm not. Every time he looks at me, I stop breathing. It's scary really because I can die from this. Well you know what they say, If looks could kill.

Anyways, we're going well, taking it slow. We're slowly becoming friends. Actually, we are friends now. It's the honest truth. Whilst in Manhattan Cornelia met a new guy outside of school. His name is Justin Maddock and she's madly in love with him because she really likes his, C, Co, Coc, Coco Chanel perfume! She just sniffs him whenever she sees him. It's madness!!!

Yes. I'll write back later!

Alice.

The Loft Prequel - Falling more in love with you

First day of this year, me, Alice Gallaghan, I'm in HIS class. Although I was in extension class last year I still couldn't believe it as the teacher said his name and mine, entwined in the same sentence. I was really excited. I knew that he had broken up with Amy. I am really happy about it. I know that this is sad and all, but it's true. As we walked into the classroom, I couldn't keep my eyes off his beautiful face. At once, his eyes met mine and we had a silent connection for a minute. Never before have I ever thought of the possibility that I would like someone this much. It's something new to me. Never before have I been unable to find the words for anything. He said 'Hi' to me but I forgot how to speak, so I waved. This was going to be the beginning of something new.

Last year, I couldn't muster up the confidence to say anything other than 'Hi' but this year is going to be different. Alexis is really good at talking to him, maybe it's because she can actually talk to him without muking up what she says. I have NEVER been unable to talk to someone. You could say, he took my breath away.

The only time I find the confidence to talk to Zac is this term, term 4. We sit near each other in math so I try and talk and it works. Our friendship is building, it's gone from 0% construction to 89%.

Oh No! Our building has fallen over because the bulldozer, Carmen Dover came along. Although she's kind of a frenemy, I guess you could say that she's kind of shy but she's a frenemy because she can be mean sometimes. She sat next to Zac and TRIED to flirt with him. I never noticed the warning signs such as,"Watch out! Bulldozing in session." or "Caution! Alice's tears! Wet floor!"
I was focusing on the bigger bulldozer, the mother of all bulldozers, Kayla Mayfair. Kayla Mayfair recently moved to California and decided to join our group. To tell the truth, she's a really, super extremely, mean, leaving-out-people, attention-seeking person. She has OFFICIALLY flirted with every guy in our school. Everyone says that there's no competition between us and that I'd win by far. I don't believe this. I don't think it's true. Zac is so smart, popular, good-looking, musically talented, artistically talented, style co-ordinated and the list goes on and on.

"See you next year!!" I shouted to Zac as he walked home with his crowd. "Yeah see you next year!!!" he yelled back. My heart raced, almost as fast as he runs and man does he run fast! I was dazed by the connection of our eyes once more, so dazed that I tripped over. Who does that? Well, I guess it's me because secretly, Zac, I'm falling more in love with you.

The Loft Prequel - In Love with You

Year 7:

It was orientation day when I first met him, his name was Zac Bonney. Being the clumsy girl I am, I tripped over in front of him as I tried to say 'Hi!'. Although I didn't realize it at that moment, he had a girlfriend, her name was Amy Campbell. Amy was THE PRETTIEST GIRL in year 7 at the time and Zac, well he wasn't as good looking as he is now.

Who am I? My name is Alice Gallaghan, my nationality cannot be defined but to give a brief insight on what I look like I'll tell you. I'm average height, with around shoulder-length long brown hair (which glows orange/blonde/red in the sun), I'm quite fit, I have an olive skin tone (The same as Vanessa Hudgens), I wear glasses when reading, I'm a straight A student in academics and I'm also a straight A student when it comes to style too. I have many talents but the main one is singing. Living in a place like California you find many different people with many different talents.

My friends are currently James Ballantyne, my best friend that's a guy and I will NEVER EVER get together with him. He's the smart, funny, side-fringe, black hair, tall, fair asian complexion guy but I'll never have feelings for him in that way because he's my friend. Anyways, my friend who i refer to as my 'twin' is Cordelia Aiton. She's born one day before me and is ALWAYS confused. She's short and lean, she has shoulder-length, straight, jet black hair, she's got an asian complexion and wears braces. Then there's Jasmine Sullivan, she's not your usual cup of tea either. She has Hazel-coloured eyes, a fair skin tone, average height and longish, wavy, brown hair. Then there's Ben Denton, he's got straight, black hair, he's quite short, he has braces and he's Chinese and Phillipino. Tessa Halifax is a short, cute, wavy, black haired girl who has an asian skin tone. Alexis Marcellus is of average height, asian skin tone, long, straight, jet-black hair. We're all straight-A students from rich families. We attend the private schools St Caroline Girls and St Joseph's Boys, the two, top schools in the whole of California. This is where the story began.