"Surrender is an option I won't readily concider..."

Went to buy materials at Bras Basah and visited the Battle Box today. Tiring, but I pray it'll be worth the efforts.

Firstly, I had Water Training (as ussual). Once dismissed, I headed down the hill to the carpark toilet to change into something for me to go out into the city. While at the ussual area of the toilet where I ussually change, I found out that my Mom sent me an SMS, saying that both her and Dad were just nearby and that they would give me a lift, since Dad would be parking the car at his office at Orchard Rd, and Mom wanted to go to Bras Basah to buy files for her tution centre anyway.

Ending off that they were just a few minutes away, I quickly got out my bottle and went to the showers to bathe. Why do I need to bring a bottle for a shower? Well, at the carpark toilet, there aren't really any showers per say. Instead, there are low taps at the front of the small structure ready for public use, weather it be refilling of water bottles or rinsing mud off your sandals or, if you've guessed it, filling your 2l bottle with water and pouring it on yourself repeatively to shower.

Once rinsed, I went back to my bags to change into my clothes. Then I found a problem: I forgot to bring a towel. Now all soaking wet, how was I suppose to wear my dry clothes without having water spots all over? Well, think hard and you'd have thought of what I did.

First, flip the dry shirt inside-out. Then, softly dap the insides on the majorly wet parts of your body. Next, flip the shirt back rightside-out. Lastly, wear the shirt. That simple! You see, depending on the material of the shirt you have, the water may soak in on one side of the cloth, but not enough to soak to the other side. Thus, if you carefully damp the insides of the shirt on the water, it should act as a towel without showing from the outside that it was used!

Then a new problem: I forgot to bring a plastic bag. That one was a tough one, yet it was compulsory to solve since I had a full graph pad in my bag, and later a couple of bags of plaster of Paris. But as I walked out of the toilet, I passed by a trash bin filled with cartons that originally held the can drinks the vending machine had just been replenished with. And they were covered with the typical plastic coverings they ussually wrap around it.

Looking around for a clean plastic cover at the top of the pile, I ripped it off and wrapped my wet clothes tightly, shoving it into my bag before making my way to my parents' car, which had just arrived. Praise the Lord for purpose!

We then drove to Dad's office, where Mom and I then walked to the bank nearby before going to the bus stop to catch a bus heading to Victoria Street. Once there, we walked a little further until we reached Bras Basah Complex. For non-locals who are reading, this building is rather well-known in Singapore for their supply of books and art materials, along with minorities of other products. So when we arrived, I went straight up to Art Friend, while my Mom stayed at Popular.

Mom told me that she'd be staying around the area till 12.40, so anytime before that I could just give her a call if I needed more money for the materials. Checking the cashs both she and Dad gave me earlier this morning, I guess I had more than enough. Besides, I'd try to minimise on the purchasing so my group would have a smaller budget.

Oh, yah. I for got to explain why I went there (and later to the Battle Box). Remember the History Documentary Project I told you about a week ago or so? The film has a scene where bombers would air-raid a typical Singaporean street at that time, so I need to build a model of the street to blow up in the first place, which explains why I was at Bras Basah. Battle Box is just to give me a rough idea on what to write int the script (I'm Scriptwritter) and also to help Joel ask the tourguides if the group could film inside the structure.

So after shopping for a couple of bags worth of materials, I made a jourey all the way to Fort Canning Hill using my Uncle's street directory. Carrying a large bag of boards, I must had looks rather paculiar in the state I was in. But nevertheless, I made the journey and went all the way to the Battle Box to purchase my ticket for the tour.

Throughout the tour, I kept scribling notes into my graph pad, making sure I take in all the relevant details I needed. The tourgide noticed my alertness to his words, so he even allowed me to take photos around the area if I needed to. So much for attentiveness, haha!

After a few pages worth of notes, a rough tour around the building with an anti-Japanese tourguide and a comfirmation from the tourguide himself that filming isn't possible as there are way too many wax models to remove from the place for us to actually get useful shots, I headed along the rim of the hill to check if the cannons of Fort Canning would be useful to the film, which I soon found out that they were a century too early to be used. Once finished touring around the grounds of Raffle's House (as it was called), I made my way down the opposite side of the hill to the nearest bus stop, where I caught a 700 home.

Wow, the weariness you can get from a day of service to a project. Must go relax now...

Psalms 91:3!!! God be with you!!