Travel Singaore Haiku - The Link Hotel

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a charming pathway to the past the Link Hotel The Link Hotel is one of those hotels in Singapore converted from old flats that used to occupy the centre of the city. Part of the reason is to preserve the heritage of the city. The parter windows with sliding panes to let air in are a rare sight these days. The simple exterior that shows every unit occupied by each farmily is a common feature of china towns around the world. The flat, painted and renovated (interior only) gives the hotel a very fresh look. The room is small but has modern features including television, VCD player, air condition and state of the art bath rooms. The hotel is really a charming parthway to the past of Singapore. THE SINGAPORE I LOVE A POEM --- the singapore i love is when the city holds up its clouds, playing pom pom girls postponing a drizzle so that the trees in the lanes and streets - with their intermmitent swinging branches and leaves - could hum songs of cheers to those walking hand in hand savouring the warmth in each others' eyes the Singapore I love is one modern metropolis that holds tightly onto to its past treasuring it like a confidante she could draw strength and inspiration whenever she is lost in the sea of ideas, home or abroad, techno or cultures, fashion, culinary, pop or arts that tiptoe, waltz, jive, foxtrot, tango, cha cha, pirouette, twirl and swirl into Singaporeans' mind the way they still call China Town Ngu Chia Jui (Bullock Cart Water) which invariably transports us back to those years when life was tough like a buffalo's even water was not easy to get rationed, and distributed by Indian workers who everyday came shouting water water on bullock carts Or the Samsui Cha Bo (women with the red headgear) solid and strong as granite amazons who still bow and carry the City of Lion on their backs The city they too helped build up brick by brick, sweat and tears Or the Tekka, Tekka (below the bamboos) they still use to call the entrance to Little India the bamboos are no more an icon there but how can you forget such pristine gifts of heaven, such auspicious growth metaphors? Singapore that has inched and risen fast as a million bamboo shoots to wave in reflection of its humble roots? Serangoon, Serangoon, Little India, Little India Even Shah Rukh Khan and Asywara Rai love to tekka tekka here now And Kandang Kerbau Women's and Children's Hospital (Cattle Coop) well wind back Singapore 15,000 days and you would hear cattle bleating and Indians workers careering round your young smiling pregnant wives or newly blessed babies smiling in the warm arms of their mothers now dont ever slight the place, or its namesake for this 'Cattle Coop' has helped deliver half the city's lions and lionesses who are all ready to take on the world, cattle or wolves

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