Results for open about his emotions translation from English to Tagalog

open about now
tungkol ngayon

what about his girlfriend?
ano naman ang kasintahan niya?

and lies about his age on imdb.
at nagsinungaling sa edad niya sa imdb.

i asked him about his new book.
tinanong ko siya tungkol sa bagong libro niya.

poem about his own abilities or talents
tula tungkol sa sariling kakayahan o talento

how do you know about his birth mark?
paano mo nalaman ang tungkol sa birth mark niya?

he's anxious about his examination result.
kinakabahan siya sa resulta ng kanyang eksamen.

he is serious when he talks about his hobby.
pagka pinag-uusapan niya ang hobby niya, palagi siyang parang seryoso.

he wrote a book about his adventures in the jungle.
sinulat niya ang librong tungkol sa kanyang mga abentura sa gubat.

i don't want to talk about hi
no judgement. if you're rich or poor, single mom, independent woman,palamunin,matalino,bobo kaman or whatever. compatibility is above everything sakanila. they will pursue you no matter what. ✨what you see is what you get. so pag hindi ka gusto, hindi ka talaga paasahin.walang drama.good thing right! ✨they love dating! pero pag nakipagrelationship na sayo meaning 90% of it is he will marry you because they hate wasting time.they have hobbies and work so they focus on that instead of minding other woman outside your relationship. ✨very responsible! if you find the right afam. it will change your life! sa mga naghahanap. 💯 highly recommended ! get yours na mga sis!!! take note: 1st requirement lumandi kana!❤️

his whole set was about his obsessed room mate who wouldn't leave him alone.
ang set niya ay tungkol sa kanyang sira-ulong roommate na ayaw siyang pabayaan.

he was thinking about his father's expenses, and how he could get such valuable money.
siya ay nag iisip sa gastusin ng tatay nya, at kung paano sya makakakuha ng ganong kahalagang pera.

his early biographer niemetschek wrote, "there was nothing special about [his] physique.
"isang napaka maliit na tao, napaka-payat at maputla, na may isang kasaganaan ng mga fine, makatarungang buhok na kung saan siya ay sa halip walang kabuluhan"

i found duterte's inagural speech to be very informative. i do feel that his speech was logical, correct as well as persuasive. he talks about his beliefs in the country
may nakita akong inagural speech ni duterte upang maging napaka-nagbibigay-kaalaman. masama ang pakiramdam ko na ang kanyang pananalita ay lohikal, tama pati na rin mapanghimok. siya talks tungkol sa kanyang mga paniniwala sa bansa

in transiti would like to inform you mr. earvin ray manuel (233149) came to the 3rd floor lobby around 9:44pm but he did not return the said asset because he had a complaint about his locker cabinet as per the security personnel
sa transitgusto kong ipaalam sa iyo si mr. earvin ray manuel (233149) ay dumating sa 3rd floor lobby sa paligid ng 9:44pm ngunit hindi niya ibinalik ang nasabing asset dahil mayroon siyang reklamo tungkol sa kanyang locker cabinet ayon sa mga tauhan ng seguridad

because of harriet beecher stowe's novel uncle tom's cabin, rizal had the idea to make noli because the content of that novel was about the miserable condition of the oppressed negr slaves. that is why rizal thinks that the subject of his novel is about his countrymen who are suffering at the hands of the bow
dahil sa nobelang uncle tom’s cabin ni harriet beecher stowe kaya nagkaroon si rizal ng ideya na gawin ang noli sapagkat ang nilalaman ng nobelang iyon ay tungkol sa kaawa awang kalagayan ng mga pinagmamalupitang alililang negr. kaya naman naiisip ni rizal na ang paksa ng kanyang nobela ay tungkol sa kaniyang mga kababayan na nakararanas ng paghihirap sa kamay ng pana

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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