tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302780652011-04-22T13:28:13.516+08:00I am a kid!Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1161085454609688362006-10-17T19:44:00.000+08:002006-10-17T19:44:14.640+08:00<b>Lidya Satu Jari</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/NRjOsCDuFwI"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NRjOsCDuFwI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br>This was when I was first learning to sing. Taken in 2003.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-116108545460968836?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1161063437549770782006-10-17T13:37:00.000+08:002006-10-17T13:37:18.143+08:00<b>Ice Cream</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/rPwSqz4RvPQ"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rPwSqz4RvPQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br>I love ice-cream!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-116106343754977078?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1161001603870698932006-10-16T20:26:00.000+08:002006-10-16T20:26:43.890+08:00Last weekend my father brought us to Secret Recipe at @l@m@nd@ for our Iftar. It has been ages since I was there. No, make that centuries ago!<br /><br />Anyway, I shared a plate of Fish and Chips with my sister. I took an affinity to my mother's Chicken Cordon Blu. And for desserts, we had Brownies topped with Vanilla Ice-cream. And not to forget Smarties Sweet Treats. Yum-meh...! Everything was yummy-licious. Well, except for the cold Rose Syrup drink - sorry, not my kind of taste.<br /><br />As usual, my mother has an agenda of her own. And as usual we were chaperoned by my reluctant father to the toy shops.<br /><br />My mother bought me a pretty yellow dress for the coming Aidilfitri. When I tried it on I felt like a princess with the puffy sleeves and 'skirt kembang'. We got some cute onesies and jumpers for our baby. And a cute pink dress for Fatimah, our neighbour.<br /><br />Sigh.. that could be our last trip there. I doubt we get to go there in the near future. I guessed that explained why my father nicknamed my mother '...macam kambing terlepas...'.<br />Heheheh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-116100160387069893?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1159273759977090422006-09-26T20:29:00.000+08:002006-09-26T20:29:20.026+08:00I was all psyched up to fast the whole of today. Well... ahem, truthfully, till after Dzuhur prayer. But I was tempted to check out that lil' peach-coloured round thingy offered by Samirah. It did looked wonderful. And smelled wonderful too. And I bet it would taste good too...<br /><br />... and oh, boy it sure did. I just had to confirm it before I started to continue my fasting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">note to self : </span><br />Never, ever tell your mother if you happen to <span style="font-style: italic;">terbatalkan your puasa</span>. Just smile sweetly... But with parents like mine they can sniff a lie anywhere, anytime, anyway! Lucky me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115927375997709042?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1158156173278108782006-09-13T22:02:00.000+08:002006-09-13T22:02:53.433+08:00Happy, Happy, Happy...<br />Birthday, Birthday, Birthday...<br />To, To, To...<br />Diana, Diana, Diana...<br /><br />Happy 3rd Birthday to Diana - my other royal sister.<br /><br />And also a belated birthday to Cik Sapiah and Kak Karimah!!!<br />... I think lah... I know that their birthday fall on September too but I don't want to burn my brain cells thinking/wondering/pondering. I prefer to sleep now otherwise my father will lock me out of the room. Again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115815617327810878?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1157615803356814362006-09-07T15:56:00.000+08:002006-09-07T15:56:43.393+08:00Guess what? My Tok Ayah and Maktok are here to spend 1 week with us. I love it when they are around because I can go 'jalan-jalan' with them. Practically everyday. Yaay!<br /><br />..... and I bet one of these days I can skip both school and Qiraati class for that 'jalan-jalan' thingy. Yaay! Yaay! Yaaaaaayyyyyy...!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115761580335681436?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1155030108989317902006-08-08T17:41:00.000+08:002006-08-08T17:41:50.256+08:00Sshhh..... don't tell anyone but I've been feeling pretty lazy lately. That is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pretty but lazy</span> to you guys, OK?<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty but lazy</span> to go for my Qiraati lessons.<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty but lazy</span> to focus on what my Ustaz is teaching me.<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty but lazy</span> to read more than 3 times to my Ustaz.<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty but lazy</span> to revise the lessons taught by Ustaz with my mother.<br /><br />But.....<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty and definitely not lazy</span> to play all day and night.<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty and absolutely not lazy</span> to doodle and draw a picture of myself as a princess.<br />~ I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty and positively not lazy</span> to read story books and imagine that the main character is the good me.<br /><br />But, why oh why, do all the people around me (read : my parents) do not understand that this is a temporary phase? I need something to motivate me to jump back on the right track again. An incentive like a new Barbie doll (Ahem!) to replace the old, messy-haired one.<br />Please, please, pretty <span style="font-style: italic;">puhhlleeezzz.....!<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115503010898931790?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1153101406341495502006-07-17T09:51:00.000+08:002006-07-17T09:56:46.356+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/1600/Jul06%28065%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/320/Jul06%28065%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Today is my birthday and I am 5. I did not cry when waking up and was quite excited to go to school. My birthday cake and goody bags for my friends were already packed yesterday. This is my birthday cake and of course a picture of me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/1600/Jul06%28066%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/200/Jul06%28066%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Can you guess what's on the birthday cake?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115310140634149550?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1152528106565587832006-07-10T18:41:00.000+08:002006-07-11T10:25:23.270+08:00Today is a very special day for a very special person in my life. My grandfather, Tok Ayah, comes into existence on this very day thousand and thousand moons ago.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Happy Birthday Tok Ayah!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">May Allah bless you always with :<br />1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">good health</span> ~ so that you can enjoy playing with your grandchildren,<br />2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">good mind</span> ~ so that you can search and check out the best internet online games that are worth fighting for among your grandchildren,<br />3) <span style="font-weight: bold;">good heart</span> ~ so that you can still smile and accept the rowdiness, the tantrums, the monkey-business (jumping on the bed, sofa, etc), the playfulness, and all things that are synonymous to your grandchildren and<br />4) <span style="font-weight: bold;">good life</span> ~ graciously contributed by the colourful behaviour of your grandchildren.<br /> ..........insya'Allah..........Amin..........<br /><br /><br />ps Mine is 7 days away. Yahoooo!!!<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115252810656558783?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1152239853029403812006-07-07T10:36:00.000+08:002006-07-07T10:37:33.036+08:00I have been naughty for the past few days. My birthday is coming soon, so i better start behaving!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115223985302940381?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1151658102894073412006-06-30T17:01:00.000+08:002006-06-30T17:01:42.913+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Happy Birthday Kakak Nurin!!! I've made a promise not to harrass you on your special day today. Well, only today but tomorrow you'll get your normal dose again.<br />To our two other cousins who share the same birthdate ~ Abang Afiq Uzair and Karima Nasha : Happy Birthday to you too!!!<br /><br />..... by the way, mine is only 17 days away. Hint, hint, hint.....<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115165810289407341?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1151415508352798982006-06-27T21:38:00.000+08:002006-06-27T21:38:28.370+08:00I just finished watching tv. Too much energy left in me so I will be jumping around and shouting until its near to bedtime.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115141550835279898?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1151402504870258432006-06-27T18:01:00.000+08:002006-06-27T18:01:44.870+08:00Today I asked my dad if it was possible for me to record those songs that I heard from his computer. He told me that it was possible but the answer probably lies in the website <a href="http://www.myknowledgesharing.com">http://www.myknowledgesharing.com</a><br /><br />Perhaps this site will be able to answer my other questions as well such as what will I be when I grew up and how many white hairs will I have when I grow old. Do you know the answer? If you do, please share with me ok?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115140250487025843?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1151375066648310732006-06-27T10:18:00.000+08:002006-06-27T10:24:26.650+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/1600/Jan05%28025%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/200/Jan05%28025%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />Today, let me tell you a little bit about myself. Every morning I go to school. Not a big person's school but schools for little kids like me. This is me taken after I had my morning shower, cried in the toilet, powdered myself , and put on my school uniform. Can you guess what is the name of my school? Since my school starts early in the morning, I have to wake up early too. I cry most of the time when I am about to wake up. Maybe when I am big I will cry a little less.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115137506664831073?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30278065.post-1151318691665484872006-06-26T18:38:00.000+08:002006-06-26T20:32:47.350+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/1600/Dec05%28122%29.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/3244/200/Dec05%28122%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hi everyone!! This is my first try. Check out this blogsite for more updates!! I was impressed by my cousins blogsite and decided to give it a try. Share comments and click on all the links you can find in this blogsite ok to help keep me happy! I will smile each time you click. If you want to see me smile, click on some now and make sure you write down some comments. I will reward you with more smiles. Have a nice day!</span><br /></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30278065-115131869166548487?l=myprincesslidya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Princess Lidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415340306285743102noreply@blogger.com1