Results for swag isn't going to pay the bill translation from English to Tagalog

i'm going to pay
ako magbabayad

when you are going to pay
babayaran mo ang bagay na ito

to pay the price
sulit ang ibinayad

you are so going to pay for this!
magbabayad ka, hayup ka!

do not know how to pay the debt
yung marunong mangutamg hindi marunong magbayad

pay the bills
bayaran ang utang

how much will be needed to pay for the bills
kailangan magbayad

i gave birth with resentment, crying because we were going to pay for my childbirth.
nanganak ako na may sama ng loob, umiyak dahil saan na kami kukuha ng pambayad sa panganganak ko.

not everyone is going to pay their debts, but everyone is going to pay their debts.
hindi lahat ng nangangamusta ay uutang, yung iba ay maniningil.

can you deposit the money to your bank account then you will use your atm card to pay the fee
maaari mo bang ideposito ang pera sa iyong bank account

because i want to arrest criminal people and punish guilty people who have to pay the law
dahil gusto ko kung dakpin ang mga kriminal na mga tao

the obligation to pay the annual fees shall terminate should the application to be withdrawn, refused or cancelled
ang obligasyon na magbayad ng mga taunang bayarin ay dapat tapusin kung ang aplikasyon ay dapat i-withdraw, tumanggi o kanselahin

can i borrow money for patience ahh if i have to use it really another i would have to pay for the light even though they have been accused of having difficulty despite no lighting. i'm here at work i told you that i'm paying to have no problem .. sorry ah you are just what i thought i was going to do. a
pwede ba akong manghiram sayo ng pera pasensya na ahh may pag gagamitan kase ako talaga isa pa pang babayad ko din sana ng ilaw don sa kabila kase nga naputulan sila nahihirapan kase sa kabila ng walang ilaw.,sumabay pa kse na hindi pa nabigay yong insentive ko dito sa trabaho eh sinabe ko na kila mama na ako n magbabayad para wala n silang problema..pasensya kna ah ikaw lang kase naisip kong lapitan.,nung isang araw pa kase ako napapa isip kung san kukuha at manghihirap kya nung gabe nag pray a

whereas pursuant section 123.15 of the arls, in the context of a complaint for psychological harassment, the alt may order the employer to reinstate the employee in her employment and order the employer to pay the employee moral or punitive damages;
sinimulan ang pagkansela

bill of exchange transaction can involve up to three parties. the drawee is the party that pays the sum specified by the bill of exchange. the payee is the one who receives that sum. the drawer is the party that obliges the drawee to pay the payee. the drawer and the payee are the same entity unless the drawer transfers the bill of exchange to a third party payee.
tagalog

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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