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A poem I wrote, illustrated and produced as a pop up book.
The topic I chose to write about was war and the emotions that it encompasses.
On the plane we looked at each other,
For him it was war, for me,
A visit to my brother.
Before we got separated from one another,
We were kids attending class together,
As I marched by those same gates,
It was now a place soldiers met their fate.
Saturdays were for grocery shopping,
An end to our candy cravings,
Candy was all I could remember,
As I watched them refuel a tiger
If we were lucky we’d visit the museum,
A rare outing to kill our boredom,
Between its pillars I held fond memories,
Hard to reminisce seeing death and disease
On Sundays we had to wake at eight,
Together we’d go someplace we really hate,
Out to the courtyard we’d sneak out and play,
Never did we guard the airway
Our parents warned us if we disobeyed,
They’d lock us up and we’d be afraid,
As kids we saw guns and uniform,
Now to me, that’s just the norm
On the hills we’d have adventures,
It’s a pity we never took pictures,
We’d lie on the grass and watch the sky,
It’s a pity I’m here to say goodbye.
“Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven”
— Tyron Edwards
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A layout put together to showcase the unique architecture of Lao Pa Sat, a popular eating place in Singapore.
Illustrated by yours truly. text from http://www.holidays-in-singapore.com/lau-pa-sat.html
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A poem I wrote, illustrated and bound.
First attempt at producing a 3D book.
a sunrise has no stage fright,
but dark clouds form all night,
and clear blue sky and clouds,is the beauty it shrouds.
a sunrise feels so much pain,
when the clouds are dark and full of rain,
against the sky why cast a shadow,
when the warm sun could be at your window.
a sunrise is patient,
its is strong and never hesitant,
waiting behind the dark skies with resilience,
to emerge with a display of brilliance.
a sunrise lights the sky,
ensures after a rain it’s dry,
already high up in the air,
but somehow still so unaware.
a sunrise eventually sets,
for some reason it feels upset,
you could almost hear it whine,
“why didn’t i shine, when the show was mine”
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A redesign of an existing UN publication done as a final assignment during my publication and layout module.
Information and text obtained from UN publication archive, designed and bound by yours truly.
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A short story/poem inspired by the things that prowl your rool at night.
Written, illustrated and bound by yours truly.
Mum said goodnight and turned off the lights,
I slept and I woke, to a poke
I saw braces and wings, what weird things,
My tooth in its palms, I had no qualms
Then my cupboard opened,
I could tell it was frightened by looking in its eyes,
It started dancing, its pants were oversized
Then I heard a snore, not one I’ve heard before,
Sleeping by my bookstand,
An old man in a mountain of sand
I stretched my legs and yawned,
And I watched the old man respond
They came to see if I was asleep,
So I took one last peep,
I didn’t see their voices,
But i saw their faces
When I woke from my slumber,
Deep sleep was all I could remember
I couldn’t find my tooth,
Wondered where it could go,
Then I found the answer,
Under my pillow
