Let’s start somewhere here.

This is the post excerpt.


This is my first post. Far from glamorous.

I have just started to navigate my way to the world of sharing. Sharing is caring, says some of my kids’ books. The truth is, in this world of forever sharing on social media, the caring bit on the sharing gets overlooked and often disappears. But that topic will be discussed in my “privacy issues on social media” page. Then there is the ownership of your genuine creativity. It turned out, what’s mine is not always mine in Social Media. Yes, i’ll include the issue off ‘C circle’ too in “Copyright and Social Media” .

I plan to include other topics too. For my indulgence, of course :)☺︎

Books, gardens, libraries, histories, travel stories, science, medical muses, detectives and few more are on my head to include here. Many might be boring, some exciting, some sad and some are just whatever. The last word seems to be the most uttered vocabulary in my ever dynamic household with 5 kids ranging from the inquisitive 6 years old to the ‘know everything therefore hire me’ teenagers. Yes, quietness is a rare thing in our far from static, lifeless or even dull, house. We’re not that far from Werribee Zoo, literally. (the fact is it’s only 10 minutes away from our street. LOL !)

I’ll add more stuff by start a new post maybe later after I feed my zoo. You’ll probably know it soon enough. For now, I’ve included some amateurish snaps of Melbourne. Yes, these are from St Kilda in Summer 2017. Not bad, right?  I had to do something more with my under-utilised Iphone, you know. I’m extremely catching up. Being a snail, that takes a lot of energy.


Simple colours. Simple stillness. A little bliss.


What were these people staring at, you asked?    No, they weren’t looking at the luxurious yachts when the sun was going down. Not even squinting their eyes on to the other side of the city. It was the tiny little penguins who took their attention. These little fellows have been calling St Kilda home for thousands of years. The yachts, traffic and people around the beach don’t seem to bother them. This is where they have fun. Dig some burrows, venture out to sea, for food and whatever business it is they do, before the sun rises, and back again here right after the sun sets. Simple life. And, thank God, the humans respect them!


There they are! Rest assure that no flash was used and they were well away from us humans’ reach. And, some cool people do go out of their way in order to volunteer and make sure they are protected.


These two kids are oblivious to the busy and very noisy surroundings. In fact, this shot is misleading. It looks still, right? The truth is, behind me, as I was fidgeting about with my Iphone, was extremely noisy with people chilling out in bars, clubs and restaurants. And no, I wasn’t interested in including the background sounds here.



Every chaos has a narrative. Make it neat.

Don’t underestimate or overwhelmed by a chaos. From a small (very) messy room of your 7 y.o. to the much larger case like a stockpile of nicknacks you’ve hoarded over the last 10 years. If you fall into the last category, you need to see a some one professional and that is not bad. If you fall into the first category, you still need to see a professional, i.e, your 7 y.o. There is a story a story in either way.

My 7 yo daughter has piles of stuff in her room and she objects at me each time I pick one for the bin pile. This one was from Sarah, her playgroup friend, or that one was from Neemi, her 9yo sister. The story continues with each item. It is excruciatingly painful to clean her room. That is because she takes her gifts seriously. That is good, I think. Until we cant find stuff we need because it is buried somewhere. That is what I call a narrative. Problem is, how do we make it neat? You tell me. And tell me neatly.

We’ll continue soon. For now, I have a room to clean.

No + no + no = yes to the no.

Plebiscite or no plebiscite gets a little no + no = yes. So is no+no+no=no?


Princess Highway was heavy this morning and required more than my concentration when Tony Abbot came on the radio with his 3 Nos.

“If you don’t like same-sex marriage vote ‘no’, if you’re worried about religious freedom and freedom of speech vote no, if you don’t like political correctness vote ‘no”

There’s a few nos, I thought, but put my thought aside. My 7 y.o queried, “Is he saying don’t vote yes?” I wasn’t prepared for this. “Er…., kinda,” was the only thing came to my rescue. “Ok,” she sounded satisfied and continued sucking her right middle and pointy fingers. Don’t tell me she’ll ask me what plebiscite is and what it is for, my head started to hope, quietly. What’s all this racket about anyway.  My mind wondered a bit. Stop wondering. We have driving to do. My youngest daughter’s flue vaccine waiting at the clinic and I’ve only got 15 mins before we get there. With this traffic I’ll be lucky to get there in 25 mins. Focus, mum, focus. Political correctness can be grey and risky. Right now, safety first.

Politics has never been my strength. I only listen to politicians because they can be funnier than comedians and some of their acts are better than actors’ and actresses’ who win at BAFTA and Oscar. I don’t even know if the word is singular or plural and thanks to Google, I was told that it depends on the context of the sentence. Precisely, on the money. Politics and its (their?) context brings me to my daughter’s enquiry. No + no + no = Yes to the no, right? It depends, I heard my head reasons. I’m terrible at Logics. That’s why I’m not a philosopher. I’m a mum, for goodness’ sakes! If it’s safe for the kids, that must be the right option. Safety always comes next. When it comes to Plebiscite or no plebiscite, leave it to the comedians. Politicians, I mean. Right now, let me focus on the traffic. Safety first.

Leaping to the evening. After dinner and all the cleaning and scrubbing that always accompanies it, I quickly grabbed my laptop. My 11 yo son came out of the shower and enquired, “What are you writing about?” as he leaned forward to catch a few words on my screen, I turned and responded. “Nothing.” Yeah, right.

He caught a glimpse of my title.  “No plus no plus no equals yes to no.”

Before I could say anything he prompted ,’Oh, it’s like what Nana says, ‘two wrongs don’t make it right’. “Right?” “Er,… kinda.” I responded slowly. “minus plus minus equals plus in maths, right?” I continued, hopelessly. “So, no plus no plus no equals yes to no.” I continued, trying to convince myself that I was doing alright with this maths and politics. “Or, is it no to yes.” My head started to make no sense.

My eyes locked in his. His squeaky clean skin glimmered. The lavender shower gel scent lingered, his untidy shovelled hair told me it was time for a haircut. I don’t think Tony Abbot needs a haircut like my son but he needs to use less Nos. Not on the radio where my daughter could catch his No phrases and now I have to explain what it all means.

Back to my equation. “Now that could mean negative.” I explained further. My brain started to hurt. Why on earth did I bring maths into the equation, my teaching instinct should give a better kick.

“I get it,” he said and walked away towards his room dragging the ginormous towel behind. Where to go, mum. Politics and maths equals brain-ache.

“What is plebiscite?” He continued the query from his room. I started to regret the maths bit and I am not a polie and my philosophical horizon goes only as far as Aristotle was Greek but many of his texts were in Latin. I explained as best as I could. Not making sense. Clearly, I am not a good polie. That’s why it took me a while to explain. Not sure if I got it right, he seemed happy enough with my google type of answer.

Another happy costumer, I thought.

“But why do we need to vote?” , his voice came clear from his bedroom.

My Lord! I thought it’s the end of the line of enquiry!

“Well, the politicians often cant make up their mind so the plebiscite arguments have to go further”. My attempt to end this conversation is getting closer to a frustration. “People then have to vote on a referendum.” My voice sounded less convincing.  I thought that was enough of an answer.

“But, what if I don’t want to vote?” He hasn’t given up yet. I should’ve referred him to google search.

“Well, you can decide that but because we live in a democratic country you need to vote otherwise you may get fined.”

Ooops ! I realised that I had just opened a can of worms.

“You can’t force me to vote, surely.” He started another inquiry.

“It’s getting late.” Time for bed. School tomorrow. Time to call it quit, son. Call it a day. For today. Politics is not safe and not my strength. Night, night.


In the world of Neologism, your imagination should go wild. Really. But more on this, later.

Sheakspear’s contribution to the richness of English words is well established. More on this later, too.

My daughter are turned 10 and 7 while my father-in-law hit 73 this year. My mother-in-law who always connects numerals to just about anything (Yes, she has an attraction to Numerology. She can’t help it) decided to get three seven candles and two 3’s. You do the calculation. The whole dinner conversation was dominated by ‘numericalogy’ this evening. My youngest turned 7 at the end of July followed by her Pa’s the next day then her big sister 8 days after. The house is filled with counting sevens and threes.

It is probably a good idea. Counting sevens and threes, that is. Many of you treat maths like a second language but I was a late learner in this worlds of numbers. When I was 6 I only started to learn additions and, like me back then, my youngest is only getting a grip of additions. Below two digits is fine with her but not more. That’s where my (to be) 10 yo came in handy. As the  mathematician in the family, it’s a breeze for her to help her little sister understand what my mother-in-law did with the candles and why.

However, that’s not the reason why I wanted to write this.

Alzheimer. Yes,  Alzheimer, with all the variants of it.

It’s the very thing that robs my father-in-law.

He was a teacher at a technical school or college in Melbourne’s West before retiring and decided to spend more time fixing and fiddling with boats, yachts and all. He loved the sea. He loved sailing and stuff to do with Seaman. He used to lecture me on navigation. For hours.  So as not to be rude, I’d seat and listen. Little did I know that I actually learned some stuff. Well, not that I can sail or anything but at least, my kids got to join the Tackers in Williamstown and St Leonards. Little sailers they are.

My father-in-law was also good at words. A friend from Indonesia used to live with us during her time doing Masters at Melbourne Uni. She was studying Urban Planning but since she was an architect herself, the course was a pretty much HD all the way. But, her fascination was not really in her course (it was probably too easy for her!). Rather, she was fascinated by my father-in-law’s wits and creativity in Neologism. He invented words. A lot of words. My friend even had a little notebook on it. Visiting my in-laws back then was always a delight to her. She learned quite a few new vocabularies from my father-in-law and her lecturer used to be pleasantly surprised by her neologism.

I’ll list some words I learned from my father-in-law in a minute but what I wanted to write more is about the sad fact that Alzheimer has stolen so much of it, so much of a lot of things. And you know what that means. Her frontal lobe has mix wiring going on. He forgets our names, but that’s not all. He’s starting to forget his wife’s name. Now, that’s sad. Maybe not sad for him since he simply can’t remember things, but even sadder for his wife. She’s been loosing her marbles. She’s getting, what I would say, depressed. Actually, it’s a little worse than that. More on this later. For now, I need to jump in the shower. My brain needs it.

Book Booze

I have helped few people editing their books, thesis, essays and my favorite writing genres are little kiddies. Imaginations, imaginations are simply the key to be creative. My kids are living proofs. I need to go through my piles of papers and drawings on the dining table and kitchen bench first before I transport them here. So, for now, here’s one example of a book a dear friend, Tengku Halimah Salim, asked me to chip in with ideas. Memoirs of Turtle Land. It depicts the fast changing natural landscapes of Trengganu. The controversy over the cover picture puzzled me a bit. (Malaysia’s censorship policy can get rather over the edge, sometimes. I might get a fine to say this. Will I?) Turtles are diminishing. There are rare commodity now (Thank GOD!!!) and almost nowhere to be found. So we do need to encourage the new breeding colonies. Don’t you think cover image translate this wish?


Memories of Turtle Land

Here’s a kinda book review:


Here’s the royal launch:


And here’s the ad if you decide to buy it. I can assure that I don’t get percentage of this but maybe I get a shout for a cuppa from Tengku Halima:


Book Clubbers

Copyright and Social Media

How important is copyright in Social Media? You’ve written, drawn, built and made very creative stuff but is your intellectual property is really yours after you post it and show it off to the world? This page is for you.

How important is copyright in Social Media? You’ve written, drawn, built and made very  creative stuff but is the fruit of your “intellectual property” really yours still after you post it and show it off to the world? If you’re not sure like I was, then this page is for you. 

In my other page I discussed how important it is to safeguard our privacy in this world, full of webs. The ‘spiders’ are too smart in stealing it and my protection gets out of dated very quickly. In this page arachnophobic people are safe, for a few second. No spiders. Just yet. Yeah, I’m sure they’re creeping in right now. The spiders are stealing away our privacy and maybe they’re stealing away our copyright, too.

Frankly, my lever of concern is low regarding the big fat © symbol (‘fat’, really?!) since, personally, I have very little to protect in the world of intellectuality.  I didn’t even know how to enlarge that © symbol. It’s a struggle to read my solicitors’ invoices, let alone anything on writing a book, a song lyric (Hey! I do have plenty of non-sensical songs for my kids! ), a music tune, an architectural 4D drawing (huh?!) or a logo construction for display (I’m good at destroying them!)  So, I don’t think you’ll see my name next to a © symbol anytime soon. But many of  you do. Many of you, creative and clever people have created lots of things. A friend of mine has written 2 books and my brother in law has written few songs on refugees. My mother in law knows Leigh Hobbs personally (the author of Old Tom © ), (maybe because they were both from Williamstown), and that is how not-so-close I come to the world of COPYRIGHT. Very remote.


But Social Media is too much part of us now. (To my displeasure! )

Here, I’ll try to look at copyright issue and social Media. To me, there should be some kind of ownership with the works we do, write, pose, joke about, collect and show off provided that it originated from us of course. Claiming ownership something which belongs to someone else is plain wrong in my book. Not dissimilar to stealing. Well, this is a sample of simple talk I derive from my conversation with my kids regarding C circle. If a piece, an art or something, is not yours, acknowledge it and if you need to borrow it then do so with grace and most importantly tell people who it belongs to. But of course, Copyright law is more than just what my kids and I understand and talk about. But it’s a start.  My kids and I write something laughable, take silly snaps, whistle daft tunes, and my little one comes up with something genuinely hilarious with her ukulele. But if we were to post them on Facebook, they’re no longer ours, right? No! What, again?!

I know, I know. It’s not as simple as mine is mine and yours is yours. Lots of unclear stuff with this C circle and my area of expertise on this issue is next to the size of a peanut. So, we give it to the expert to explain. When I found out that Facebook owns the stuff I put in there I immediately put a break on what i posted and since then I have been trying to delete or remove anything I post online. It’s a slow process for me as slug on this platform of Social Media. Not easy, you know it well. So, let the clever people explain. I’ve put some not so bad articles in this page. Hopefully it has some benefits. As for me, I’ve got to carry my sluggish house on my back and slowly trace more ‘spiders’ on Social Media and the Web.

Margie Anderson suggested us to have a look at how La Trobe University explains the C circle and Social Media. The simple ways it is presented made it easy for my low intellectual mind to digest. It is very useful. So, here’s the snip of it: copyright when we use Social Media, Websites and Blogs.



Here is some more copyright issues for social Media from Legal zoom

https://www.legalzoCopyright and Social Mediaom.com/articles/copyright-issues-for-social-media



And this one below is from the US. It put my simple minded head to a spin . I know it’s something to do with ‘intellectual property’. So it’s safe to say that I’m out. My intellectual property might no fly far from our round dinner table. Yes, it has very small dimension. But the following article has few things to say on the Fair Use, Licenses and other Issues.


Now that you’ve landed here, you might as well read on…

This is my very first post. My lack of time and interest in Social Media with its fast moving trends, I missed lots of bandwagons . So you may say that Margie Anderson, our lecturer at Victoria Uni was to blame for the creation of this blog and since I’ve landed here, I might as well write on.

It was not easy at first to write some stuff which others can view. Sharing my views was not in my repertoire and was not good at it. But one has to start somewhere. It took a while to decide what topics of interests I should be embarked on so why not stick to the subjects I like: Books, gardens, kids, teenagers, libraries, travel and libraries. Libraries fascinate me and I have been to every continents but one. But that’s later.