Results for so many people i shared with you translation from English to Tagalog

i feel so i shared with you
ibabahagi ko sa iyo

how many people live with you
how many people live with you

why so many people
bakit ang daming tao

i knew so many people
naaalala ko ang maraming tao

so many people that we know
the world has known many people who are said to be great lover. but i wish to speak about the one who is.

and so many people follow suit
at madaming tao na ang gumaya

why so many people change behavior
bakit maraming mga tao nagbabago ng ugali

so many of my smiles begin with you
i met a girl and got lost in her smile

not many people i care about or keep in touch with but i do for you brother
mamimiss ko ang bestfriend ko

so many people love you don't focus on the people who don't
so many people love you don 't focus on the people who don' t.

alleyah so many people said i had a deep voice do i really have a deep voice?
alleyah madaming tao sinasabi saakin malalim boses ko malalim ba talaga boses ko?

why do so many people still use drugs even though they know it is bad and forbidden
bakit marami pang ring gumagamit ng droga kahit na alam nilang masama ito at ipinagbabawal

there so many reason to be happy, but with you you are i cant explain.. without you.. what life is for?..
sobrang puno ng puso ko hindi ko maipaliwanag

don't just believe in people who don't yet know her tototo behave so many people who are bibiktema dahil sa mga lalaking sinongaling at manloloko
wag basta maniwala sa mga taong dimo pa alam yung totong ugali niya kaya maraming taong na bibiktema dahil s amga lalaking cheater

the danceayan festival is very beautiful and happy and im so happy the participates are audition im so happy beacause placed and this place is you can only see in danceayan festival and theres so many people are watching when the danceayan festival. and so many singing, dancing, and the school band and the parade is very attracktive and very beautifulnans very great like other school band like a tces school band. and theres have acting in the stage
the sayawayan festival is very beautiful and happy and im so happy the participates are audition im so happy beacause placed and this place is you can only see in tagkawayan festival and theres so many people are watching when the sayawayan festival. and so many singing, dancing, and the school band and the parade is very attracktive and very beautifulnans very great like other school band like a tces school band. and theres have acting in the stage

for me, while i was growing up, many taught my family as their child, they wanted me to imitate the good deeds they do for others. and while i was growing up they taught me things that were good for me, just like they taught me good manners, because of this i learned if i respect not only my family but i can also show it to other people. so many things shared with me the ak of the family and it a
para sa akin ay habang lumalaki ako marami nang tinuturo ang aking pamilya bilang kanilang anak ay gusto nilang magaya ko rin yung mga kabutihan na ginagawa nila sa kapwa. at habang lumalaki ako ay tinuturuan nila ako ng mga bagay na nakakbuti para sa akin, katuladna lamang ng pagtuturo nila sa akin ng magandang asal, dahil dito ay natutunan kung rumispeto hindi lang sa aking pamilya kundi maipapakita ko rin ito sa ibang tao. napakaraming mga bagay na naibahagi sa akin ang ak ng pamilya at ito a

please inform us about or about the policy here at galinato hospital, because we security guards are made assistants and we are not able to perform our duties as a security guard, because we are ordered to push the patient, prepare bedings in rooms, make a chart, inventory medicine, make dextros, when you finish opening the gate if you do not work immediately scold in front of many people i hope you can do it your way and pull
mangyaring ipagbigay alam na sa o tungkol sa patakaran dito sa galinato hospital , dahil kaming mga security guard ay ginagawang katulong at hindi napo namin magampanan ang aming tungkolin bilang isang security guard,dahil kami ay inuutosan na mag tulak ng pasyente,mag prepare ng bedings sa mga kwarto, mag gawa ng chart ,mag inventory ng gamot,mag buhat ng dextros,pag ka tapos mag bukas ng gate pag hindi agad na trabaho pagalitan sa harapan ng maraming tao sana po magawaan ito ng paraan at hilin

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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