<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Sep 2024 22:09:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Just 4 Fun</category><category>About Me</category><category>Headline News</category><category>Sufi Stories</category><category>Tricks N Tips</category><category>Funny Story</category><category>Indonesian Folktales</category><category>Just For  Fun</category><category>Moslem Kids Story</category><title>A L I M A L I A</title><description>sharing, caring, understanding</description><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-4870506781230861192</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T18:04:21.079+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just For  Fun</category><title>Just for Fun; Swimming is the Best Exercise</title><atom:summary type="text">

Just for Fun; Swimming is the best exercise

&quot;Swimming,&quot; said the boy&#39;s know-it-all cousin.&quot;is the best exercise. It can keep everyone slim and trim!&quot;

&quot;You think so?&quot; mumbled the boy. &quot;Then how come I&#39;ve never seen a skinny whale?&quot;
</atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-fun-swimming-is-best-exercise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-5567435622872761925</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T05:22:27.383+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Headline News</category><title>New Earthquake in Padang Sumatra</title><atom:summary type="text">
PADANG, - A major earthquake struck off the city of Padang on the coast of Indonesia’s Sumatra island on Wednesday, damaging houses, bringing down bridges and starting fires, a witness said. It was unclear if there were any casualties.

The 7.6 magnitude quake was felt around the region, with some high-rise buildings in the city state of Singapore, 275 miles (440 km) to the northeast, evacuating</atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-earthquake-in-padang-sumatra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGj-KpSve6Stwa4MFop9HPoSHzRMhqfB6H1RG_-_24fON7t0qaz4pgDsmvK0AjiPXDZRCO4eMNy4OH1_470XfB5ahcqu3a6FOGaD_0G8HCvTBDcPt2_-_9rD_ExoiiGRKnHmXC3TmxMjR/s72-c/earthquake+in+padang.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-7820055170746524440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T11:26:03.436+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indonesian Folktales</category><title>The legend of Mount Bromo</title><atom:summary type="text">Mount Bromo, together with Mount Tengger and Mount Semeru, is one of the most beautiful places of interest in East Java. Watching the sun rises from the crest of Mount Bromo is a very exciting experience for the tourists coming to this mountain. To reach the area, which is about 2392 m above sea level, people usually take a bus or a car as far as the village of Ngadisari. From there, a pony ride </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/legend-of-mount-bromo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG3_2BbSz8ZDZ1mpQPfmCR07Gdd3SPh8DiECo8-vq26-gmsr4609z4LEg_aNaTEs9l6585YhJy-jciACSE5FIWlPdMMw4Ne56jgWaz_me91q3zohJcU1x7h3KzCKOPgBsPE_lgJupxbO-g/s72-c/mount+bromo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-3375216641068434713</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T16:16:49.618+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Headline News</category><title>Earthquake in Jakarta</title><atom:summary type="text">Tasikmalaya, (TVOne) 

Earthquake measuring 7.3 on the Richter Scale (SR) rocked the southwest of Tasikmalaya. According to the Meteorological Agency, Climatology, and Geophysics (BMKG), the earthquake occurred at 14:55 pm. 

Earthquake shocks felt in Jakarta, Jogjakarta, Pelabuhan Ratu, and Banjarnegara. Earthquake tsunami potential. As a result of the earthquake is reported, the </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/earthquake-in-jakarta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-282339638426966010</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T13:49:32.311+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just 4 Fun</category><title>Funny Story Part 3</title><atom:summary type="text">Funny Story 11Mike was not feeling well. So, he went to see the doctor. The doctor asked him a lot of questions and wrote Mike&#39;s answers down.&quot;What do you eat in the morning?&quot;he asked him.&quot;Eggs, bread, butter, jam, and coffee,&quot; Mike answered.&quot;And what do you have for lunch?&quot; the doctor asked.&quot;Meat or fish and bread.&quot;&quot;And what do you have in the evening?&quot; the doctor continued.&quot;Eggs and bread.&quot;Then</atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-story-part-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6T8FEzGX0SaQuzmcOdZlcNRnNpArTO8_zHTIyywhS0xFiIuLt1J68puz-piyx7kleNP4tbyoaADeFU7SxOUrlGvvXJuJieRreR-Wb2_BdlLnSiW_0UgJ_WGRlU-CFogD_-dt03S-pJoh/s72-c/coconut.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-5134998142776821663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T12:40:11.090+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sufi Stories</category><title>A Young Man and An Old Man</title><atom:summary type="text">Some of Nasreddin&#39;s old friends were talking about the young people in their town. They all agreed that old people were wiser than young people. Then one of the old men said,&quot;But young men are stronger than old men.&quot;All of them agreed that this was true, except Nasreddin. He said,&quot;No. I am as strong now as when I was a young man.&quot; &quot;What do you mean?&quot; said his friends. &quot;How is that possible? </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/young-man-and-old-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh137kZa2jyUG-jgmAIPkGCOgshpxJ9tnErMlXooGsV5NEsOwcvwJtikCAT-DW4STVJTnomG5RvhSRKringoOgNWqBQ_ChF_YY1O-8ZUsv_dDr2PY6d8knqmaS8IRf2EHK37jukoeg3alW/s72-c/big+stone+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-6468353373931524385</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T12:01:41.308+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just 4 Fun</category><title>Funny Story Part 2</title><atom:summary type="text">Funny Story 7
&quot;Children and grown-ups must do their best to keep the world clean,&quot; Mr. Fox said to his class. &quot;Sometimes we see some rubbish in the streets and we must pick it up. Sometimes we eat some sweets and we must put the wrappings in the bin. We must all work together so there&#39;s no rubbish in the world. Never throw plastic into the sea! There should be no oil in the sea. If we pour </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-story-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2w2WxG0Qj1TvxaoQAGAg9rxzUTZVF7-LMWO4Wfd60gG3IJYkfbV7GyxmfifTe8ihykAxgvFhaCQh3HlaNniZlVxqQ-i9yNueWtpwgTsXYa01zb8F7jZmmKXqVMFNC160bz5e2xNAbJ7Ii/s72-c/sardines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-6550949870086257941</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T12:02:44.135+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just 4 Fun</category><title>Funny Story Part 1</title><atom:summary type="text">Funny Story 1A teacher was giving an achievement test to David, a precocious six-year-old, and she began by asking him when his birthday was.&quot;February 20&quot;, was the answer.Next she asked him, &quot;What year, David?&quot;He looked at the teacher quizzically at first time and then hit upon the obvious answer, &quot;Every year&quot;.precocious : looking older than his agequizzically&amp;nbsp; : look curiously atobvious&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JAOK6F9HFqcPHcggoUssUL5DFHfz1yFINJ4lqdsd1DJxRqzJPARrukhl9HftVoMRm0m-89A4AfzxVSeMdS_iZ-lgGM5NY_ok08dqSqXh_XT3vRASNH9_DGb2fMiRAJOWHMNBO3kzpm7i/s72-c/breast+feef+baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-4805764952966539092</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T10:44:32.460+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tricks N Tips</category><title>Tips on How Students Can Practice Their English</title><atom:summary type="text">1. Perform every classroom activity. Do every task, even if the teacher does not call on you. If the teacher asks someone else a question, make up your answer too. Complete tasks in your head when it is someone else&#39;s turn, and check your answers against theirs.


2. Ask questions in the foreign language. As soon as you start studying English, you should learn how to ask questions, such as: &quot;How </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/09/tips-on-how-students-can-practice-their.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTPeuBkm0O4CjyoapkicCmNakRcA7ycbQsyJL5gBYe8AIt_Xhs5R2WPw8wPGus58o9ji-G1iMDBp2gwZDSrEqQjGPE3_WqD5j3XjLmowxA7JW5ug5jieTrHsiSAo4lWQVCZo0ursMhyP9/s72-c/practicing+english.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-8222995629440284979</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T22:56:27.198+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">About Me</category><title>My Life</title><atom:summary type="text">My name is Muhamad Ali Saifudin. Everybody calls me Ali. I am an English teacher. I was a teacher in Al Hikmah High School Muncar, Junior School of Miftahul Mubtadi&#39;in Muncar. Right now I am teaching in some schools; State Vocational High School of Darul Ulum Muncar, Islamic Boarding School of Minhajut Thullab Sumberberas, Islamic College of Darul ulum Banyuwangi, Teacher Training University of </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesWTjNiPYgw_619AsK2j0YsD8is4SSwYzV3m91YPthvFXtRK8LBPLCuToeSmMnD1RPvSaFyCW1JgU-gGbw6YD4TMlvmqj_kee5Ba4dxbraXcVwin3TyOvK8VbwBfbYpzJaVkRXwznOjhI/s72-c/CIMG1569.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-2532509538948829842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 09:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T22:18:49.501+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moslem Kids Story</category><title>World&#39;s First Human</title><atom:summary type="text">Today, we know the man who made up of various tribes, races, nations, languages, and cultures. However, actual human ancestors were one, the Prophet Adam AS, the first man created by God. 
God created Adam after He created  other creatures like angels, devils, earth, mountains, moon, sun, and others. Angels are created from light and the devils created from the fire, while Adam was created from </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/manusia-pertama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-2888821781051132584</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T12:19:00.425+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sufi Stories</category><title>Friends from Another World</title><atom:summary type="text">Abeydron hated Abunawas. One day heard Abunawas told a very strange story in the market place. He went to straight away to the palace. He reported to the king that opened the white cloth. It turned out the thing was a bird cage. There were three sparrows inside.
“Don’t fool me. They are only birds,” said King Aaron quickly.
“They are my friends, Your Majesty,” answered Abunawas.
The King looked </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-from-another-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLWoX0iP735m_xHvWuVI4flfIssgjKibRoQZJl-XfjClynFUMWqODEhuAWRNy71eKl0dw7GzL20dMjFq_ltdUA1cptAO3IMoIDxE7pX55Xhvc7o_Tq3oz55N_wJMSL84cdP4qS9Ik9YGt/s72-c/bw0013.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-1221209910453502926</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T21:25:26.097+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tricks N Tips</category><title>Children Learn from What They See</title><atom:summary type="text">If a child lives with shouting, 
He will learn to curse 
If a child lives with hostility, 
He will learn to fight 
If a child lives with ridicule, 
He will learn minder / shy 
If a child lives with jealousy, 
He will learn to blame 
If a child lives with grace,
He will learn to be patient 
If a child lives with the big heart, 
He will learn to trust 
If a child lives with the protection, 
He will</atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/anak-kita-belajar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064608683213509390.post-9113685559899568117</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T10:56:18.895+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">About Me</category><title>My Name is Wildan</title><atom:summary type="text">Hi World! My complete name is Muhamad Alif Wildan Aulia but everybody calls me Wildan. I was born on August 6, 2006. My Father is Muhamad Ali Saifudin. he is a teacher. My mother is Amalia Ulfa. She is a house wife. They love, care, serve and understand me very much. They teach me day and night. 
I live in a very rural region. It is located about 60 KM away from Banyuwangi Town. It is my address </atom:summary><link>http://alimalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/siapa-aku.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muhamad Ali Saifudin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sF2uwR18SQw63Oc9AKKADPsiB2TT1S4J24R4b9kGIQgrnq4MK7DYybQcfaVqYyjhwWxxmWFHAiOdxofrkpF6Oiw1ptji4KPPEJcNfbp0zngnyj6b9008vClE_UML0fgr8zTRNUSh-hfW/s72-c/CIMG2370.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>