These conversations are common whenever we watched House.
Alya: Adik nak jadi Ha-uf (as in House)
Ammar: Umaira.. Umaira.. Uamaira nak jadi apa bila besar nanti?
Alya: Ha-uf (as in House)
Mama: House kerja macam mana?
Ammar: Sapa nama doctor nih? (pointing to Chase’s picture)
Mama: Dr. Chase
Ammar: Dr. Chase ni pandai jugak kan? Tapi, dia bukan boss macam Dr. House kan?
Ammar: Ammar nak jadi Dr. Chase- lah (biasalah Chase lagi handsome dari House).
Ammar: Kenapa Dr. House tuh boss? Sebab dia dah besar ker?
Mama: A-a Dr. House dah tua. Dah lama kerja.
Ammar: Ayah boss ker mama? Ayah kan dah besar.
Ammar: Lagi sorang nih? (Pointing to Wilson’s picture)
Mama: Dr. Wilson the oncologist. Dr. Wilson pun pandai. Semua doctor pandai.
Ammar: Ashraff jadi Dr. Wilson
Alya: Adik ha-uf
Almost everybody wants to be a doctor when grows up. I still remember during my early years in Primary School. The class teacher would ask for 3 ambitions. Doctor will definitely be my 1st choice followed by teacher and policeman or fireman (commonly recognized profession). When I grew- up a little bit (may be in standard 3 or 4); I read Enid Blyton’s : Famous Five and Secret Seven. During that time, I picked detective and still followed by doctor. I think I would like to be a doctor until I was in form 4 where I realized I didn’t like to read that much. I enjoyed physics class more than biology class. I enjoyed doing experiment on kaleidoscope, telescope or motors more than on habitat, ecosystem or re-production.
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, SeraWhat will be, will be
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be

























