Showing posts from May, 2012

A Way For A Will

If there is a will, there is a way! - so they say. I had a will 2 years ago and found the way 2 days ago! Literally speaking.. my will was locked away until suddenly I saw an add blinking right in front of me on my MBP screen which said.. 'Kindle Self Publishing' on a site I always looked at for those very same 2 years - Shelfari! I visited Kindle online and from there I saw another ad for publishing my book in print! Wow and wow! Who would have thought 'the way’ could possibly split itself to two? But GUESS WHAT??.. I’m not just a proud author of one book but two! The 2nd sprung about from a very adamant boy, my son who insisted on me writing him a story so that he could do illustrations for it the same way I was illustrating my first book. One person’s will became another person’s way - MINE! How ironic! Thank God I know some decent amount of computing work! Phew! So wallah.. MY BOOKS!! AN ODDLY HELPER Author & Illustrator - Jennifer F Netto


I grew up with a love for nursery rhymes as a child and story books when I was older and my favorite stories among many in my younger days were Heidi and Ann of Green Gables. I did appreciate fairy tales such as Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty but never got myself indulging in dressing and hair do's like a princess as I found it obnoxious. I preferred being in t-shirts, jeans, shorts and always with a great pair of shoes or boots and if I am lucky I get to accompany it with a gorgeous looking hat that always went superbly well with my short hair. When it came to dresses, I truly loved those that came in cotton, moderately floral- if must, decently laced, sleeveless and may be with a pretty bow at the back. In fact I had a particular sort that I fancied most - dressing like a farm girl on a Sunday morning : long dress with white boots. Back then I must say I should thank my dearest mum for having showered my favorite style on me. She always knew what would looked g

Oh Please Teacher's Day?

Gone were the days when teachers were respected for the height of intelligence, passion and nobility. These days, in some parts of the world you'd be surprise if you live long enough to say you served while other parts, you get teachers shouting out racial discriminating remarks at students, and flying shoes at faces of students yet get away with their act on the grounds of stress! Teachers those days had a sense of passion and loyalty towards their profession as "educators" while these days we end up with mentally questionable individuals who look forward only to their monthly pay cheque and the maintenance of their tuition centres. Assessment vice they score because their shitty performance seems to be backed up by the principal. They are always backed up. With the recent cases occurring in schools - teacher's discriminating their students, why is it not possible to sack them off as it is so easy to perform the expelling of a student? If authorities put their f

Are we like glass?

Driving back after sending my kids to school today, I suddenly became metaphorical of how similar our life is to that of a glass. A glass craftsman uses skilful techniques to make this natural substance into something useful practical and most often beautiful and all that effort put into making glass into sculptured products of beauty can go into pieces by a simple act of carelessness! Drop it and it's all scattered! Glass can be strong yet fragile depending on how it hits and falls. Life is so similar to this isn't it? We were given to ourselves, pure and natural, and we go through various phases that mould and sculpt us into something completely different; and one wrong choice in an accurate scattering angle can put all to waste! But picking up those broken pieces can make you into a stronger person if you believe that the lesson in the event was worth learning from. So no.. We are not like glass! We are better than it! Better because we can pick our broken pie