So I've finally started losing some weight and it's great, but still not enough to fit some old clothes from 6 months ago - and certainly leagues away from fitting last year's clothes.

I've had a somewhat interesting month. Just last week, while having a casual conversation with a middle aged student, we somehow got to the topic of love and marriage. Being somewhat indifferent about this topic, I gave my usual general answers and tried to steer the conversation to other directions - to no avail. She began to give me advice about relationships, love, equality and all that, drawing everything from her experiences. She then told me about the mistakes she made, how she should've married for love instead of having an arranged marriage... and... how her sex life was non-existent.

Why me? This was probably the 6th or 7th time I'd heard it this year, and worse was that it was the 2nd time that week. Could it be just a strange coincidence that sexually frustrated middle aged women come to me for moral support? Whatever the reason, I could look at the bright side. One day, perhaps, this info may become useful. Perhaps.

On the lighter side, one student added that she prefers young men, especially those of mixed backgrounds. And after looking at me coyly, I couldn't help but laugh.

In other news, I had a bit of a nightmare start to my month. My beloved Xbox 360, which had helped me get through the most trying times of living with a crazy bitch (who I love), broke. I almost let out a tear as I relentlessly tried to revive the poor girl, only to be shown the dreaded 3 red flashing lights of death.

Fortunately, I was able to buy me a Playstation 3. After lining up for a few hours, and then having my gf line up as I went to work, we were able to get one in a lucky draw that was to sell 40 PS3s to about 500-600 people. Truthfully, I didn't really want it, but my gf was very keen to get one perhaps 'cause she was sucked in by the hype machine. So while I hesitantly paid my share for that 2 faced monster (vertically, one side is beautiful, the other looks like the back of an old air conditioner), it did get me through some boring times, and more importantly, saved me from having a conversation with the gf.

Unfortunately, with new games arriving in the mail, I gave in and bought myself a new 360 again. I gotta say, in comparison to the PS3, the 360 seems to command more respect. For now, the graphics are prettier, the interface is more user-friendly and the games are better. So while the PS3 gathers dust, it at least makes my entertainment unit look full.

Lastly...

For the last month, I'd been going to the gym a lot. Not only does it give me a reason to be outside of prison (my apartment), it's helped become fitter and leaner. I joined some classes, and quickly made some friends with the regulars. So while one is most probably gay, especially since he passed me his phone number just last night, they've introduced me to the hottest of the hot women at the gym. There's a little party going on this Thursday with these friends - and the women are all going - and drinking. Unfortunately, the proverbial chain isn't long enough to allow me to go... but should this chain break one day...

I doubt that chain will break though since life sure has gotten monotonous - like I'm married and I'm way past the honeymoon period. At least, there is one thing that never fails to take me by surprise, and regardless of how shit I feel from the sleepless night, seeing it totally changes my train of thought. What is it? It's the life size cardboard cut-out of me that stands outside one of the schools I work in. Imagine trying to hold your shit in, knowing that at any second the cramping muscles will give in, and then forcing yourself to smile at the same time. That's what happens when you try your darndest to suck in you gut, and unfortunately the end result is what greets me every Saturday morning. Worse, inside is a giant picture of my ugly mug with an expression that probably resembles my sex face. I'd say something like everything being ok since I got paid for this, but I only got paid in vouchers, and my gf used these vouchers to replace undies (so what if they were 5 years old, they were comfy) and groceries. Bitch (but I still love her).

And that is it.