A thought just struck me when I woke up this morning.

You really have to be in the right place at the right time.

I know I know, most people would realised that early in their lives but now it had just been reinforced for me. What is the purpose for me to slug away my youth to sit in front of the computer, writing out my life story for everyone to read? To, hopefully, gain as much fame as the talented Wendy, a.k.a Xia Xue.

Now, get this - I can have ALL the blogging talent in the world and still NOT get there.

It is a simple matter of luck and preserverance [ is that how you spell it? ] and oh, being in the right place at the right time.

I am simply not getting enough publicity for this blog. If only people would somehow bang into this blog and say " hey this looks interesting, let's read it. " and if they think it's good enough to be pass on, they will do so.

In my mind, that sounds dead easy but now reality hits, hard and cruel. It ain't going to happen, unless I blog everyday for another few months. Then, maybe comments will start trickling in, be it good or bad.

I really should do something about the design as well, it doesn't really scream " I'M COOL. READ ME! " But that has never been one of my strong points, that goes with discipline as well. T.T

Meh, I'm going to pack my stuff now before time runs out and I'm dub the " last minute girl " again.

Tell me, teens of the world, do you want to go to a school where staffs would rather have you in perfect uniform to promote unity than let you be warm in your non school regulation jackets so you won't freeze your ass off?

Hopefully, if you're a warm blooded animal like all humans tend to be then your answer would be a definite " HELL NO ".

But what happens to those who have no choice but to go to that kind of school?

Well, you bitch about it of course and pray your heart out other people would be warn about it and not sign up for the school.

Winter can be cold, yes? Freezingly ass biting cold.

And it just so happened that my school, Riccarton High School, has this really strict rule that refused to let you wear non school regulations jacket/scarf/sweater/raincoats <-- basically just clothing. Anything that is not designed or made for Riccarton High School has to go!

In summer, we wouldn't really give a shit about it cause putting on more clothes wouldn't make you colder but in winter, it makes a HUGE difference.

This is when teacher are the most active. They'll prowl around libraries, halls and places that are packed with students, waiting for the chance to pounce on them like hungry koalas. They'll be merciless. They'll snatch and grab. Do whatever they can to get their grubby paws on student's non regulation clothing, leaving them crying like vulnerable babies.

This is definitely not the Riccarton's Way, my dear lifeless teachers.

The teaches are insane, I tell you. Not only would they sacrifice their students' health for their stupid rule but berate them with verbal abuse when they get too sick to go to school. They'll also send them home during lesson's time so they can change their sports shoes into something " more appropriate ".

All these can be summed up into three very effective words :: WHAT. THE. FUCK?

It's okay if the uniforms are something you can actually afford. A flimsy cardigan cost my parents NZ$83! I calculated that 2 blouses, 1 kilt, 1 skirt, 2 pairs of shoes, 1 jersey, 1 cardigan, 1 PE shorts and 1 PE t shirts cost approximately... NZ$573!!!

AND, get this, all the items above can't keep you warm in winter. You'll still need a polar fleece/blazer, scarf and beanie. Don't they know that not everyone is as rich as they imagine, that's why we're in PUBLIC SCHOOL.

I would like for the teaches to also wear uniforms to school and see how they like it. How would they eer understand the numbing cold us students feel when they're snug in their teacher's lounge, hugging the heaters while trying to sip their hot choco/black coffee in their huge coats?

They have to experience it for themselves!

The school is also too cheap/poor, either one fits, to have the heater on during lunch hour. We are left to curse at them while punching our fists at the not- warm heater.

It doesn't help that the principal is a half liar as well.

During assemble on Wednesday, he told us that teachers from all over NZ are calling in regularly asking for a teaching position and students as young as Year 7 are lining up to get into that school. Principals from other schools are always commenting on how well bred we are.

Yeah okay? So what? You're only giving us the good stuff now dish us the dirt.

K said :: the only reason teachers want to teach us is cause they don't have to do any teaching! and its the easiest school in Christchurch, the students don't do any work.

You got that right, babe.

Teaching standard is pretty low in that school and you can find students with - 67 IQ there as well. So much for the great and almighty school huh?

Update from yesterday's story.

Sometimes I really hate nice people. It's okay if they're averagely nice, but when they are overly nice, it starts to piss me off.

Take Mr J for example. Everyone always comments on how lucky I am to have him as my dean because he is soooo nice, unlike some other deans which are downright mean.

But with the quality " nice ", " gullible " more or less is sure to follow behind.

In my previous post, I've written about how gullible Mr J is for believing those Korean dudes. I honestly doubt if he can actually understand them with their heavily accented Korean modified English.

Mr J told me that when he asked CB, PK and TOMMY to back up my story, they refused to, claiming I didn't even have the rights to file that complaint because I wasn't there when it happened.

Well, feeling a bit betrayed and hurt, I marched my petite frame up to Tommy and demanded an answer with my annoyingly high voice.

This is what he said :: Wha? Who? When? He never came to me.

Or rather something that closely resembles that cause he tends to mumble sometimes.

So feeling a bit happier cause - hallelujah - he didn't betrayed me, I enlightened him with the conversation I had with Mr J.

Man, was he pissed. He went straight to the senior dean's office and told Mr B [ his dean ].

School's a bitch.

Mr J said next time he'll break the fight up and I asked him : what would you do if they corner Tommy outside of school?

That wuss replied : well, obviously we can't do anything about that, now can we.

If i had my 6 inch high heels boots then, I would have drove it into his shiny polished shoes and hope that it will find its target. Unfortunately, I can only have the pleasure of glaring at him, not as satisfying, but it will do for now.

There's always the option of scratching his porsche. Wonder how many years of " teaching " it'll take him to pay it off.

I think that my name is already on Jack's list.

A list titled : The People I'm Going To Annoy The Hell Out Of Until They Throw A Punch At Me.

Or just " People I'm Going To Annoy " for short.

My boyfriend tells me if Jack dares to do anything to me, he'll get the Asian/Maori maffia on him and his homies.

And damn, I've seen those guys. Not a pretty crowd to mess with.

So take that, you pompous ignorant taller than me brat.

Those fucking fuckers [ yeah i'm pretty good when it comes to alliteration ]

I feel so damn pai seh [ ashamed ] when I tell people I go to Riccarton High School, not yet the most suckiest school, but it's getting there.

Today, Jack [ this big ass piece of shit ] and his groupie, which includes two short Korean dudes came round to our table during lunch time. Now, normally this wouldn't worry us but now it's quite disturbing since the last time they came here, they quite openly said they wanted to fight the guys in our group and the only reason being they hate Chinese.

Sorry Koreans, but you originated from Chinese, you pathetic little fuckers who betrayed our Asian brothers.

So... As I was saying, Jack sat his sorry ass on one of the benches and told one of his Korean friend to walk up to my friend, Tommy. For convenience's sake, I'll call the first Korean dude, PK, okay?

PK, like the good little dog he is, walked up to Tommy. It was quite funny when you actually think about it, two little short guys staring hard out at each other unblinkingly. I don't think the Korean wanted to fight Tommy and vice versa but that racist and facist Jack had to urge him on, saying bullshits like :: Come on, FIGHT HIM. I've taught you how to fight. You're a good fighter now. [ As if that short little Korean dude can ever be a good fighter. ]

This goes on for about 5 minutes, until the other Korean guy, codename CB, went up to Tommy and pushed him! So while Tommy was distracted by the not-so-soft push, PK started to pummel Tommy's head like his life depended on it. CB looked at them and thought : hey this looks fun [ in Korean of course ] and started to join PK, which resulted in a gang bash.

And some of Jack's friends took photos of the gang bash on their oh-so-outdate camera phone. Disgusting. I couldn't take their jeering looks and laughs. Makes me want to pummel their face and pluck their eye balls out.

Tommy's best friend, Jim saw this as an unfair fight cause we all know any self respecting " gangster " knows that two against one is not a thing to be proud of. Being the best friend he is, started to sprint towards Tommy but before he got there, Jack walked in front of him saying :: this is none of your fucking business. Jack having the upperhand, due to his taller and bulkier body, pinned Jim against the canteen lady's car. The same car Jim spat pearl bubbles at.

By now, Tommy was forced into a corner by those two little Korean dudes. William, Tommy's cousin, finally found his muscles and pulled one of them off. But despited his well fed body, couldn't hold both of them off. Noriko, Tommy's girlfriend, and Midori, Noriko's friend, ran towards the fight in the corner and pulled those two off with the help of me, of course. ^^

I must admit, Tommy's girlfriend is pretty cool when she pushed CB away from Tommy. The look on your face, man, that was fucking cool.

Anyways, the fight ended as abruptly as it started.

But now, guess who decided to stroll along? A TEACHER. Right after the fight ended. It always happened like that, doesn't it? Useless.

He started to interrogate Jack and a sucker for truth and justice, I went up to him and started to tell him the story, right from the very beginning. He didn't want to listen to me, that fucker. But like I said, he's pretty useless, so I've managed to stare him down with my unwavering eyes. I could've sworn he gulped a little.

So with my near perfect English [ with a hint of Canadian accent ], I told him what truly happened, the uncut version. Pretty much like the story I just told you but with all the swear words edited out cause I'm quite sure he wouldn't like to hear that.

After story time finished, he asked me whether I'll be willing to write what happened down. I smiled sweetly at him and said " sure ". Anything to make sure all those bastards get a one way ticket to hell.

Tommy being the smart ass with a broken English he is went to the Korean Boss to complain about what happened to him during lunch time. The Korean Boss called CB and PK and grabbed both of their wrists and told them to make up with Tommy. CB whined like the little shit he is. But Tommy and PK made up and now they're friends, I think. The Korean Boss gave PK and cuff on the head!

* Fast forward writing all those shit down to last lesson of the day *

My dean, the person who's in charge of a year in high school, Mr J pulled me out of my class and started his very own interrogation. The nerve of him! He chose to believe Jack and those korean not-so-bad fuckers.

Nobody would back up my story and when I asked him :: Exactly who is nobody? He replied :: Oh, CB and PK.

HOW HOPELESSLY DUMB CAN A TEACHER GET?!

Of course they didnt back me up! They are the freaking attackers. They don't give a shit about justice. Their sole mission is to protect themselves and the almighty Jack.

He also had the stupidity to ask me :: if you're in this situation again, what should you do?

And I had the courage to say :: I'll tell them to BACK OFF.

Apparently this is not " The Riccarton Way " to deal with this kind of situation. By doing this they will put my name on their list. As if I give a damn. " The Riccarton Way " states that I should go tell a teacher.

Jack, CB and PK got off with only a warning. [ ooh, scary ] And Mr J told me they keep their eyes on Jack. Pah.

First :: I'm not that kind of person. I don't go whine to a teacher. They can't do anything.
Second :: Wouldn't my name be on the list as well if they found out I told a teacher.

So there, you ignorant gullible bastard. He even believed them when they told me I wasn't even in the " crime scene ". Well guess what, fuckers, I have more people who would back me up. Everybody knows I hang out there during lunch time to try and eat my lunch peacfully!

You can scorn at me and say :: Hey you might just be taking side cause Tommy and Jim are your friends and you've got your eyes on Tommy's Visa Card.

But you can be sure of one thing...

Nobody believes in " The Riccarton Way ". Not even the teachers but the principal still tries and promote it, to no avail. ITS ALL BULLSHIT! Wake up Riccarton High School.

Teachers won't confiscate a non regulation jacket when you have a cold in winter time and say it to your face those three words " I don't care " if they truly follow " The Riccarton Way ".

She wouldn't be calling a really smart classmate of mine " a silly goat " just because he is knows all the things she is teaching.

They would respect each and every student and realise their potential and never try and squash down their voices with their school authority.

Sometimes I think, teachers are actually really sad people. Maybe in their life outside of school, they don't have the power to abuse those they hate, so they'll flaunt their school power at the students' face. As long as they are inside the school, they know they're safe.

Sad.