Results for are you home now and a half a go translation from English to Tagalog

are you home now?
nasa bahay ka. dito na ako lakas ka

are you going home now
kailan ka uuwi?

are you home
nakauwi ka na ba

are you home?
sa bahay na ba kayo

what are you doing at home now
ano ang ginagawa mo sa bahay ngayon

are you home yet
are you home yet

are you home with your mom and dad ??
are you home with your mom and dad??

are you home yet?
naka uwe ka na ba

a year and a half
sa halos kalahating taon

what time are you home?
ano gusto mo na ulam

where are you now and what are you doing
sino kasama mo ngayon jan sa work mo?

are you home for dinner?
dito ba kayo kakain ng lunch sa labas

what time are you home in english
anong oras kami uuwi

so now let's put 2 two and a half cups of flour
so ngayon maglagay tayo ng 2 dalawa at kalahating tasa ng harina

stay what you are now and who are you
manatili kung ano ka ngayon

enough cases of unknown pneumonia had been reported to health authorities in wuhan to trigger an investigation in early january.during the early stages of the outbreak, the number of cases doubled approximately every seven and a half days.
sapat na mga kaso ng di-kilalang pulmonya ang naiulat sa mga awtoridad ng kalusugan sa wuhan para umpisahan ang pagsisiyasat sa umpisa ng enero. sa maagang mga yugto ng pagsiklab, halos nadoble ang bilang ng mga kaso sa bawat pito at kalahating araw.

during estrada’s two and a half-year presidency, 471 moro islamic liberation front (milf) rebels and 222 government soldiers were killed.
during estrada’s two and a half-year presidency, 471 moro islamic liberation front (milf) rebels and 222 government soldiers were killed.

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry