Shifting sands with building hands

The only constant in life is change, French philosopher François de la Rochefoucauld once said. The surrounds of the Orange is also a neverending work in progress, with all the construction work for the new MRT circle station going on. Normal travel routes to work have been diverted and the long stretches of zinc fencing and garish 'this is not a safety barrier' blockades have produced a somewhat hodgypodgy Great Wall of Orange, to keep the barbaric hordes of humanity out of the Orange Kingdom. Or is it to fence in the inhabitants of the Orange instead? ;)

What is it like in the Orange with all this construction going on? Well, the deep bore machinery that penetrates the crusty earth causes from time to time, tiny tremors to vibrate our cubicles as though an earthquake, measuring 3 on the Richter Scale, has just occured... The rythmic clanging and banging of the piledrivers, sound like bells being rung by ascetic monks in a remote monastery in Tibet somewhere...

Talk about ambience.

How long will the station take to be completed? How will it change the landscape? Will the neighbourhood become more vibrant with shops, services? Will New Industrial Road take on a more urban feel ala Shenton Way? Will it ease congestion on the roads or not make a difference?

Irregardless, I am grateful for the migrant workers that have come here from distant shores, to help create this modern and efficient country that we live in with their sweat and strength - Like their predesessors before them who created monumental marvels like the Pyramids of Giza, The Taj Mahal, Angkor Wat, Machu Picchu and The Acropolis.

We too, will have our testaments of civilisation and progress.

Man and machine working in harmony...

to build, to create...

... a better tomorrow.