Results for no but i would looked it up translation from English to Tagalog

i looked it up
wala tumingala i ito

no but i will translate
what are you doing

i would mind but i wont
hindi ako tututol

but i would like to get to know you, chewbacca.
pero gusto kitang makilala, chewbacca.

but i would think of it rather as the prelude to yet another sunrise
but i would rather think of it as the prelude to yet another sunrise.

i really like this girl but i got a feelin ima mess it up
gusto ko talaga ang batang babae na ito ngunit nakaramdam ako ng gulo

but i would like people to stop by honey's kitchen.
pero gusto kong may dumadalaw sa honey's kitchen.

no, but i just wanted to get to know you
mahal kalang sa fb pero sa personal hindi may mahal na siya iba

i cannot say no,but i know how to controll
hindi ko katumanggi,pero huwag mong sabihin ang hindi mo kayang gawin

i would do anything for love but i wont do that
what would'nt i do for my love

i can't say no,but i know how to controll
hindi ko katumanggi,pero huwag mong sabihin ang hindi mo kayang gawin

i didnt thought i would say this but i miss school.
hindi ko naisip

i wouldn't possibly say everything that is in my mind, but i would be more thougthful of all i say meaning
i wouldn't possibly say everything that is in my mind, but i would be more thougthful of all i say meaning

but i would have loved to acquire some of your machines for a setup for a bigger gaming room that can hold five to ten players.
saan po namin idedeliver ang item?

i have given you the background information about our companys problem i think we should transper to a new location but i would like to get your views before i make the final desicion i am open to your recommendation
i have given you the background information about our company 's problem i think we should transper to a new location but i would like to get your views before i make the final desicion i am open to your recommendation

i know that i have something to do with what i do. i need to do something .. i wish i had a whole family but i would not be the only one at your fingertips. to say that you do not want to know the truth
alam ko na may masasaktan sa gagawin ko.pero kailangan kutong gawin..pangarap ko ng isang buong familya pero hindi pwedi kun kong my isa sa iyong ubod nang kasinungalingan..ang masasabi kulang saka kayo manghusga alamin nyo muna ang katutuhanan

for me, i would be unhappy people close to me. can not be. i do not really die. but i did not do. seems we just lent by lord of life.
para sa akin, siguro magiging malungkot ang mga tao na malapit sa akin. pwede ding hindi. ayoko mamatay. pero wala naman akong magagawa. parang pinahiram lang tayo ni lord ng buhay.

i'm friends since we both met but always thought why 😭 i would like to be boyfriend august 15 for my birthday but you broke up so thank you all you are always there thank you for not leaving me once i miss you but i am sorry for what i said last night your my best budi😭😔 sorry toll i was just shocked
i 'm friends since we both met but i always 😭 thought why i would like to be boyfriend august 15 for my birthday but you broke up so thank you all you are always there thank you for not leaving me once i miss you but i am sorry for what i said last night your my best budi😭😔 sorry toll i was just shocked tgalog

this 2024,i wanna move on.i wanna leave any memory behind and create new once this year.i wanna grow as a better person without you,i wanna learn than that you've taugh me i felt all kind of emotions when i was with you,i fell all tha goods and bad ones but i never knew i would feel this such pain after you left
this 2024,i wanna move on.i wanna leave any memory behind and create new once this year.i wanna grow as a better person without you,i wanna learn than that you 've taugh me i felt all kind of emotions when i was with you,i fell all tha goods and bad ones but i never knew i would feel this such pain after you left

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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