Results for i want it to be more private as i... translation from English to Tagalog

i want to be more matured
malalaking babae huwag umiyak

i'd want it to be you
mahal kita gusto kita

i want it to be real with you
love with you

i kind of want it to be special.
gusto ko sana maging espesyal ito.

how do you want it to be
how do you want it to be?

i just want it to be taken care of so it will not get worse.
gusto ko lang itong alagaan kaya hindi ito lumala.

and i want it to start with me
gusto kong magumpisa ito sa akin

it should be what you want it to be
yun dapat ilagay

tell it like god wants it to be
tell it likes god want to be

i want you to know that if we are going to be together it will be side by side going head first into our situation "as one" the way god has intended for it to be.
yan din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ng gusto mo mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap ... hnd tulad mo na may pinag-araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil marunong ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kung sinu ago.

is the arc going everywhere that you don't want it to go. it only happens in dc, happens a lot welding up into a corner, and is believed to be caused somehow by magnetisim. it sometimes helps to move the work clamp to a different position on the steel.
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mymemory.translated.netis the arc going everywhere that you don't want it to go. it only happens in dc, happens a lot welding up into a corner, and is believed to be caused somehow by magnetisim. it sometimes helps to move the work clamp to a different position on the steel.
is the arc going everywhere that you don't want it to go. it only happens in dc, happens a lot welding up into a corner, and is believed to be caused somehow by magnetisim. it sometimes helps to move the work clamp to a different position on the steel.

i want you to know that if we are going to be together it will be side by side going head first into our situation "as one" the way god has intended for it to be. din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ngyun gusto mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap... hnd tulad mo na may pinag araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil ako marunung ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kun
nais kong malaman mo na kung tayo ay magkakasama ito ay magkatabi na pupunta muna sa ating sitwasyon na "bilang isa" sa paraang nilayon ng diyos. din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ng gusto mo mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap ... hnd tulad mo na may pinag-araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil marunong ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kun

a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.
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