On a typical day in the week, let’s call it a Wednesday. Just before lunch time, at elevenish in the morning. Dhoby Ghaut MRT. The massive interchange sits above three train lines.
It was a cacophony of sights and sounds.
Workers from the MacDonald House file out for an early lunch. Corporate types disgorge themselves from their cubicles, meeting rooms and corner offices that has come to signify their existence. The florescent lamps failed to prepare their eyes for the harsh sunlight they are about to encounter.
Some scurry across Oldham lane despite the red man insisting that they wait. Others find solace in the shade of the building as they await the arrival of Mr Green.
Smokers Unite
Tucked away in the corner of the building, next to the car park entrance, lies the de facto smoking corner. Against the railings, next to the rubbish bin, delivery couriers with their motorcycles at the curb side and a pack ......