A depository of writings floating amidst the vast sea of musings, opinions and cat videos out there in the infinite interweb.
Perchance you come across this little corner, I hope you enjoy my little whimsies, it might not be much, but they are mine and here for my love and my boys.
A classic mugshot that I use on most collaterals. Shot in a record store in Reykjavik, Iceland.Desmond Tan but you can call me Dezzo
We are all many things and are never just one entity. Son. Army Officer. Proud Citizen. Brother. And even though I am not my job, having done it for more than two decades, it has become synonymous with my identity.
With children and family, that identity was stacked and I became a husband and a father of two.
And now I add another layer to who I am, cancer survivor, until I don’t.
Above all, I would like to think of myself as a sailor on a ship, braving the squalls, storms and waves; Soaking in the sunny days and hunkering down and riding out the storms as they come – headed towards dry land and that elusive treasure chest at the edge of the rainbow. For ’tis not really the end that matters, but how the sea borne journey shapes who we are and forges grit, grace and character.
Onward! Huat’s Next!
* Evidently, I’m not very good at creating sites.
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