tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86421193767017487382012-02-16T13:10:08.607-08:00Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8642119376701748738.post-38870484632516258362009-03-30T20:31:00.001-07:002009-03-30T20:31:38.149-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8642119376701748738-3887048463251625836?l=sophaltgc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8642119376701748738.post-83608001123331055092009-03-22T20:44:00.000-07:002009-03-23T20:43:47.021-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOwQCOH8dGo/SccFwVomSLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4EYxm4s54cs/s1600-h/sophal2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SOwQCOH8dGo/SccFwVomSLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4EYxm4s54cs/s320/sophal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316224213133445298" border="0" /></a>Once upon the time there was one ghost name is berry. He lived in the wood house and he always went to phnom penh with his friend name Rithyka, leakna and chron. he went to the USA he scare the people in the world. other people can do magic to him. and then he died.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8642119376701748738-8360800112333105509?l=sophaltgc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8642119376701748738.post-26700838860534291592009-02-24T19:26:00.000-08:002009-03-01T19:30:05.451-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8642119376701748738-2670083886053429159?l=sophaltgc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8642119376701748738.post-14230692897026777282009-02-23T19:20:00.000-08:002009-03-01T19:28:59.752-08:00Once upon a time there was the one man named Sophal. I like to go to Phnom Penh with someone, my brother Sophea. I love my brother. I like to play with him so much. Now he learns with his sister and his friend. He always goes to school. I love him so much. Now he is bigger than me. He has a the teacher in the school. His teacher's name is Sopara. He saw one girl she is every nice. My brother want to love her. My brother tell this girl to me all the time.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">THE END OF THE STORY<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">IN MY THINKING</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8642119376701748738-1423069289702677728?l=sophaltgc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8642119376701748738.post-62681235368739337112009-02-09T19:10:00.000-08:002009-02-09T19:29:43.905-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">My name is sophal i want to introduce myself and the student in the global child school and I love all the students in the global child school and my teacher in the global child school and i love my family and my and my girlfriend and i love my teacher<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8642119376701748738-6268123536873933711?l=sophaltgc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sophalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16702017805381560028noreply@blogger.com5