Okay. Yesterday, I came back from camp and was awfully tired; too tired to write about what happened in fact so I'll write a bit about what happened even though all the girls went there. The CYS team really IS a group of truly inspirational people who know what they're talking about; very open and sincere- with a sense of willingness and kindness hard to find in other people. The bus trip to Stanwell Tops Conference Centre at Wollongong took approximately an hour and a half and it was made quite bearable due to lovely friends and 'A Cinderella Story' which brought tears to my eyes. When we arrived there, I skipped morning tea because it didn't look so appetising. We, as usual, got split into small groups and of course, with the luck I have, I got at least one of my closest girls in my group (Note the sarcasm). Time actually flew past quite quickly and I have no memory of what happened between then and lunch time but of course, the menu comes to mind. Pizza and salad. Not the most ideal lunch but decent. Afterwards, we had more activities, more talks, movie clips, etc. Dinner consisted of steak, potatoes, 'meatballs', gravy and so on. Dessert included chocolate cake with custard, mousse or fruit jelly. Tasted alright once again. Afterwards, there were activities. Some leaders stood up and talked about their past and I realised my situation which I thought was unbearable was practically nothing when compared to these people. They were emotionally strong and very admirable. You couldn't help but shed a tear and sympathise for these innocent souls that have been through so much hardship and heart-wrenching moments. We later received the letters we wrote to ourselves at the year ten retreat and I couldn't help but shed more and more tears at the feeling of being let down by myself. Not being able to meet my expectations; but doing the complete opposite. Things I had hoped to forget have been forgotten although it still brings back a little pain and remnants of the 'silly' past. I've also realised what a 'true friend' is although, I admit, it sounds pretty damn 'gay'- It's when you go through hell and want them to just vanish or disappear one day, but when time passes, no matter how long it is, you can't help but care for them once again another day. Everything's changed yet everything's still the same. You still see the positive and want the best for them. Moving on, after everything had been completed for the night, the girls went to their cabins, had showers and had talks about 'this and that'. When you can show your worst infront of certain people, and they never contemplate about judging you, those people are the ones you deeply cherish even without knowing or having the need to think about it. I've also realised how negative it is to be materialistic. What's the point of looking great or superb on the outside when you're shallow and empty on the inside? It's useless but it's funny how we still try to look somewhat decent. Josephine, Angela, Monique, Noeleene, Hannah, Monique, Connie, Ashley and I were in one cabin until Ms. Percy came in chased five girls out. The night consisted on eating 'junk food' constantly and feeding Connie so she wouldn't fall asleep. And Monique throwing M&M's at her face for the same purpose. It also included prank calls, asking for sugar, talks, laughs and what not. Damn hopeless reception, die! We slept at 2 and woke up one by one from times ranging from 7:05 to 7:40 and headed off for breakfast at the dining hall- toast, scrambled eggs, baked beans, spaghetti, bacon and sausages, etc. Best meal cause I was starving from the night before. Afterwards, there were more conversations in our small groups and it's good to socialise with those you've never talked with much before. Before we knew it, it was time to go back to school so we watch the ending of 'A Cinderella Story'. It made me watery yet again. That movie's so "teenager-y" but you've gotta love it. Mr Whittaker: "It's a very good movie". Oh, and Monique finally told him that he looked like Jude Law. LOL : ]