“Come, find my friends,

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die

It may well be the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles”

Tennyson, Ulysses

Tioman 2002
My Happy Isle

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7 Responses

  1. I need to get away too. But think about it, going anywhere near right now’d be just about the same as walking down Orchard Rd – it’ll just be too damn crwoded with Singaporeans.

    I’m definitely not prepared to spend that kinda money on somehting like that.

  2. I need to get away too. But think about it, going anywhere near right now’d be just about the same as walking down Orchard Rd – it’ll just be too damn crwoded with Singaporeans.

    I’m definitely not prepared to spend that kinda money on somehting like that.

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