What this New Year means to .. Yasmin MusTa

“Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”
― Carl Bard

I have always kept a diary ever since at an age of 7. No one actually taught me about ‘jotting down your feelings’ or ‘ keeping a journal’. I must have watched it from a movie or TV series somewhere that inspired to cultivate this habit.

Diaries during primary school were colourful with scraps of paper. Doodles and keepsakes of people I admire in school. I would have been regarded as a stalker should I keep up with the obsession though. Later, in secondary school the thoughts were more interesting as I began exploring teenage years and sexualities. Confusions on what sort of personality I wish to blossom into took its toll as I experimented and saw consequences of my actions and words.

Medical school introduced me to online blogging and thats where I discovered that we could befriend total strangers and enjoy a fruitful cyber relationship with them. One as such would be my favourite couple : FaezNadrah.Com. I sometimes wonder if the current relationship we have [read: tak pernah jumpa face to face] would change if we were ever to see each other for real. Ha ha.

Now blogging time is scarce. No, let me rephrase. The hiatus and infrequent entries are due to a ‘writers block’. A really long block. I just have no idea on what to write on. Perhaps its because Ive taken on a more ‘important role’ that involves a lot of talking and expressing thoughts. I honestly dont know. Sadly though, I feel that my writing skills and English flowery expressions have diminished. Which is a shame. I no longer use wonderful descriptive vocabularies in my everyday speech. I am beginning to forget the rules of grammer, the beauty of poems and idioms, the abundant figure of speeches.

Consequently, because I have allowed Work to suck me into its blackhole.. I have quite forgotten the dreams and ambition I longed for. I no longer remember the wonderful memories Ive had long ago that helps to inspire the things I can do today to keep it alive thus generating more happy memories.

With the 2014 curtain open.. its an opportunity to Relight the fire‘. I hope. I want to love language again. I want to love writing. Eventhough its not worth a film script. Or a Petronas commercial. Haha.

Love,

YASMIN MUSTA

My 2013 Pledge

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.” 
―    Mahatma Gandhi

Its pretty simple. To upgrade myself as deemed fit. A 30 year old woman in 2013!

Keeping to a schedule. Be it as a medical officer multitasking my way through. Or as a wife & mother juggling the daily routines. Prompt payments of monthly installments too.

Serve more home cooked meals. Try more recipes. Experiment. Indulge the palate.

Uphold home cleanliness as a virtue. Clean sheets/towels/mats every month (at least), scrub the toilet, clear the dishes at night, mop the tiles and get really good riddance of chicken shit at the porch. Not to forget, spreading the wonders of aromatherapy.

Mini charities. A sadaqah, a good gesture. Exchanging stories, knowledges, nuggets of family life among coleagues & supporting staff. Most importantly, going the extra mile for each patient I see in ED. Insya-Allah I will try to remember that. I have tried it with one particular elderly couple. I helped arrange and jot down their neverending appointments on a piece of paper.

Exercise regularly. Fast regularly. Pray on time with extra sunat prayers : perhaps I should try to insert Taubat, Tahajjud & Istikharah in my daily routine.

Spending money wisely. More savings, less shopping. If only, ohh.. if only theres a flea market here in Malacca I could participate and sell my stuff. The money saved.. I would use it on mini holidays and end of the year Xmas sales! After all, things do come in much cuter packages nearing the soltice celebration.

Read well. Two chapters from my medical textbooks (any topic) and one fiction over a spread of two months.And I mean book reading. Not blogs. Newspapers and magazines dont count.

Attend seminars, conferences & network. Go for makeup classes and baking classes. Enrich life, they say!

Well well… this should keep me busy for 2013. Interesting year ahead, I like.

Its Time To Plan again

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. E. B. White

Get out your planners people. Its time to get ahead of schedule, enrich lives and at the same time keeping stress levels to the minimum. personally, 2012 has been quite of a havoc and energy draining.

Of roles in life

I am a new mother, still learning the steps and understanding my role as one.

I have been transfered to a district hospital to continue my service as a medical officer. Despite not working in an environment that I knew so well a.ka. anaesthesia, looking on the bright side, I have managed to make new friends among my work colleagues and supporting staff.

I am living on a new soil. malacca. out of duty and resposibility of an obedient wife. Honestly, I have nothing to lose. Malacca does have a lot more to offer than the isolated town of SP. For now. he he.

And now I am learning to become a wife again. a cooking, cleaning, holding an intelligent discussion with the husband kind of wife. Ha ha ha.. somehow I feel obliged to rise up to the role especially after the purchase of our first little home.

I did not manage to read a lot of books. this includes my daily medical books. Tsk tsk tsk.

I did not manage to get involve in any charitable activites. Perhaps 2013 is the way to start anyway.

I did not have the opportunity to expand and build my culinary expertise/portfolio. Lol. Not to mention, I have also kind of abandoned my so called other blogs. Double tsk tsk.

But… all hope is not lost

I did manage to separate part of my income towards Zakat. Something that ive been hoping t do for a very long time but havent had the chance to go about it.

I attended conferences and seminars of things that are not related to the medical field. well.. at least not with the scientific jargons and all those shenanigans.

I went to our local zoo. Yes, finally going somewhere.

And I brought people together through food. In precise, the Jco baby doughnuts. Oh.. and also Chipsmore and Julies crackers. who knows next year I might bring homemade food instead of all those hi-carb diets.

So whats in store for next year?

It would be nice to rekindle my friendship with mi familia in Preston sometime ago. We all have children now but to me every girl must have their girlfriends close at all times despite being married to a hundred years. Celebrate their birthdays, their kids bdays.. send gifts, cards or parcels as substitute to us all being far away from each other.

Serve home cooked food to Mr Husband as many times as possible in a month.

Go for little trips or holidays to enrich life experiences.

Finally, to look and ask for that true calling. I mean.. what if a career in medicine and interest in Anaesthesia is just a detour? and that something bigger awaits?!