it all began at 0200, meeting at the busstop opposite eugene's place (and saying bye to ian)... called amelia at 0215, the night bus to victoria was due at 0230, and i couldn't get through. due to lack of sleep (and i think dependance on God) we were just super high and waited... singing random sunday school action songs lol. then ame called at 0225 and said 'i just woke up!!!!' but it was okay cos we were still early. next bus at 0300: trooped back into eugene's place (saying hi to ian) waited for ame, hung around till 0250, then went out to wait in the cold (saying bye to ian again. lol) when it was almost 0300... ame had a scare cos she couldn't find the pouch with her money and thought it was on her bedside table. then it appeared in her bag. and then she couldn't find her oyster card - and we were about to pay for a single ticket... when it too appeared in her bag. haha God provides XD.
and so we were safely on the bus *phew*. and trying to make sure angus would get on the same bus as us i was calling calling calling. and THEN. the bus driver didn't stop for him!! so we ended up at victoria and waited for another 30 min. now we were gonna have to rush. we missed the connecting bus time 0330 but managed to get on the next one, reaching stanstead airport at 0510. had to hurry through the check-in: but i got my bag checked... all because i forgot about the can of green tea i had meant to drint at the busstop! argh. and they nearly confiscated the heatpack joseph got me for christmas =(... but ohwell. with all the delays, we still managed to safely board the plane! *grace grace. haha* flight time: 0625
[what awed me was that none of us were impatient... stressed, probably, but not impatient with each other... simply trusting God to get us to each destination safely and get up the plane on time... amazing - my faith in humanity is restored. lol.]
throughout the tour i was actually swamped by this overwhelming feeling. for every bombed out shell that they hadn't restored (cos berlin is bankrupt =S) or that they kept as a memorial... having studied full history in sec school... i knew what had happened - and this was the visual impact. bittersweet actually. cos the buildings were like fragments of ruin of a past age... and the new things were 'pushing them away'. i wondered - how it could be, that i didn't feel anything for the people who died, but wondered about the people who had to live on. brooding on this however, was not possible with the bunch of ppl i went with =).
i learnt that day... how much a kind word could mean... and i was awed by how frequently we teachers used them. just observing the 4 of them... how we waited for each other to take photos, helped carry things, fed each other lol., constantly checked to see if everyone was alright (angus was falling asleep everytime we stopped walking), did crazy things together... all while being really tired from not having slept properly the night before. i never realised that kind of quality in people before... and simply took it for granted - that is, being appreciative and supportive of people - but watching them and thinking about the people i hang out with in church, i was awed by the God-transformation (in all of them)... people who are so secure in Him that they are able to care for others. these people were secure to the max... unafraid of doing crazy things or going out of the way to help. i was blown away, then, by the goodness of God... when i realised that these people had been planted in my life by Him, people i'm privilleged to know and form Godly friendships with. such solid evidence of His goodness (and amazing to think i'm being transformed that way too... i wanna be more like these people man...)
"thank You Daddy for today... it's been beautiful."
"you're welcome. it was nothing... coz I love you"
at the end of the tour we were really tired... so bought some food at a pastry shop and shared everything =P and just stoned there for a while - relak one korner. went to the suggested museum "checkpoint charlie" but decided not to go in cos it was late and we were all too stoned to understand anything... so browsed the gift shop and left. (following the call of the stomach lol.)
then we took the train back to the hostel to check in and get our room. the room was awesome... most hostels are rather cramped and use bunk beds, this one had enough space for us to sit in a circle on the floor, we had a single bed each, a bedside drawer thing each, and a coathanger thing. =D. we then quickly left the room on a hunt for dinner (before we k.o.ed on the beds lol.) - looking for the elusive bratwurst restaurant (which didn't exist cos it was actually finger food... but we wanted to sit someplace warm). and again... while everyone was hungry... no one was impatient or angry - that was really precious... that we took the time for each other, trying to find a nice place to eat on a whim.
and there ended the first day in berlin. with eugene who knocked out once he was on the bed, our problems with having only one set of bath things solved as we simply waited for each other to be done (cheerfully i might add. though it was 1am and we were all tired. amazing.) i was strangely driven to do qt properly this trip... maybe it was the good influence and fellowship (saying grace together is really precious to me man...) and ended the day turning off angus' reading light cos he fell asleep on his bible lol.
for once, in quite some time this year... every fibre of my being was happy and satisfied.
"goodnight... love you Daddy"
we went to peak district.. *you shan you shui* really pretty place, and God blessed us with awesome weather. at one point i was just staring out the window and being very blessed by the scenery. Daddy didn't give us a cui place to stay in. He made something beautiful, something great.

