Do the Can-Can in San Fran.

School has begun! As you have probably read in my last entry, I didn't have much of a life during the holidays. I was either working, or sleeping (because I was overworked). Even my vacation to San Francisco felt a little like manual labour (steep roads). Sometimes one just needs a couple of days to integrate their ass into their love seat, polish off a few buckets of Ben & Jerry's and scratch themselves in areas that are usually a primary hygienic concern during bath time. Unfortunately I did no such things.

The cool clothes Geoff, Scott and Ryan bought at Macy's!

School seems to be going good so far. My instructors are not the best, but I won't let that affect me from working my hardest this semester.

My Sociology teacher has pretty good ratings on RateMyProfessors.com but after meeting him, he seems pretty stuck-up and pretentious.

"I'm Dr. Robert Smith. Get used to calling me Dr. Smith or Robert. When I received my Ph.D, I lost the privilege of being called 'Mister'. So get used to it. In this course we will talk about sensitives issues. Some of the things we will mention might make you feel uncomfortable. But it's my job to make you all feel safe in this classroom. For example, we will examine the fascination of homosexuals and peep holes through bathroom stalls. We will examine that and how it relates to our society".

When I registered for an introductory sociology course, I did not know I signed up for this. This is just my elective!

Les Miserables...sans Nicky.

My statistics instructor, on the other hand, has no sexual desires. Instead she leads the class with her harsh Chinese accent. It's very distracting because I wouldn't understand what she's saying OR she would say something that doesn't make sense .You should hear her say "version."

"Who has dease virgin of da taxbuuk? Vee arr using da new virgin of da taxbuuk".
"How do we cunt dease numba for dease data-sat?"

<---Yes, we're all Asian, and we all look alike. That's why I made name tags for ya'll to differentiate. *Yawn and stretch* Not much has happened in these few weeks except for school and a bit of work. But anyway, let's backtrack and talk about our awesome trip to San Francisco.

When we left Vancouver, it was still snowing. We usually have a bit of snow during the winter (and it almost always misses the Christmas mark). But this year, it snowed way before Christmas and all throughout the holidays. Just when we thought it was warming up, the sky dumps another load on us. I tell ya, the sky works very similar to my bowel system (yes, I do crap snow). But anyway, we had a good couple of weeks without the cold. And just when we thought it was time to embrace, massage and erect the new season, yet another 10cm of snow fell from the heavens above last night. My back cannot handle anymore of this! My shoes have no traction and I always fall on my juicy-doubles. It's pretty embarrassing when I'm walking down the street and then suddenly break out into this weird dance move because I'm trying to regain the balance lost when I slipped on black ice. I do that dance on the daily.

But anyway, let's get back to our San Francisco story.

When we arrived (on the 31st), we spent a good amount of time dragging our luggage to the hotel. The subway took us to downtown San Fran, and our hotel was in downtown too, but trampling over drunk girls who were getting ready to booze up some more for the New Years was pretty difficult.
We didn't even attempt to get liquor since we're underage. At about 11:50pm, we went downstairs to the Union Square area where the majority of people were...doing nothing. It was just a bunch of drunk people screaming at the sky. No joke. The picture on the top left corner was taken during the NYE raucous. The rest of the pictures on that collage was taken on day 2, while we roamed the downtown streets bright and early (while everyone was still puking their guts out from the night before). We also found Tony Bennett's heart.

The pictures above were during our bike ride to the Golden Gate Bridge. It was pretty tough. It's not like Vancouver's Stanley Park where the trail is smooth and bumpless. This route was pretty steep. Nice view. Lots of tourists. Highlight of our trip.

And these are just some randoms of us having coffee, touching each other, and selling our bodies.

[pictures courtesy of Geoff, Scott and myself]