Means to an end

I shall break from my proposed blog-fast. The reason for this is that I feel that now is not a time to sulk and 'mook' over the past misfortunes. Today was the release of the preliminary exams for ACJC. Holding the scripts in my hands, I did better than I expected yet I was ghastly shocked by my own foolishness. I won't elaborate further on my results as I see no point in it. It's all arbitual. Some would say "its not that bad", while others would exclaim " *beep1*"
With hands in my pocket and the sun glaring on my back, I took a stroll to Holland V, contemplating what everything means. Slowly, I felt God telling me what's going on. Move on.
This might have been a screw-up, but at least I know how to make my next step. Its really weird how I feel indifferent from the normal passions of anger that usually rips my insides apart. Gone is the self-dissapointment, gone is the angst, gone is the failure.
I sat along the bleachers with my junkie-buddies and chatted, old-school style. That really made my day. Dodgeball playing in the background, carefree J1s strolling around with lanterns. The full moon glimmering through the clouds. Oh, what a night.
Ahhh.... Sat a cab ride home too despite my attempts at money-saving. But the journey was worth it. I had a really interesting exchange with the Driver. Simple things like these are the toppings to my cake. He told me something that would stick in my head for a long while.

"Grades can be lost and regained.
Money can be lost and earned again.
But, the moment you lose your character, it would be gone forever."