Results for the builder of the universe he made translation from English to Tagalog

root of the universe
salitang ugat ng santinakpan

what is the structure of the universe
ano ang istraktura ng daigdig

synonym of the universe
sansinukuban

god of the universe zero mention
tagalog

i love you until the scientists find the end of the universe
mahal kita hanggang sa infinity at lampas

meaning of the builder
kahulugan ng nangagtayo

hearts in harmony with the will of the universe ano ang kahulugan nito
mga puso na naaayon sa kalooban ng uniberso ano ang kahulugan nito

long ago, they believed that the earth was the center of the universe.
noong unang panahon, naniniwala sila na ang mundo natin ang sentro ng sansinukob.

meaning of the builder tagalog
nangagtayo

yung mixes sperm in the body of the child so well as my son because he made us
maghahalo yung sperm sa katawan ng bata kaya parang anak ko na rin siya dahil sa ginawa natin

your are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars
walang mas mababa kaysa sa mga puno at mga bituin

the baryonic matter that makes up the nuclei of atoms seems to provide only a small fraction of the total mass in the universe
ang bagay na baryonic na bumubuo sa mga nuclei ng mga atomo ay tila nagbibigay lamang ng isang maliit na bahagi ng kabuuang masa sa uniberso

judaism believes in one transcendent god who is both the creator and ruler of the universe. the jewish culture and identity, as they maintained religious practices and cultural traditions while also adapting to their local environments.
judaism believes in one transcendent god who is both the creator and ruler of the universe. the jewish culture and identity, as they maintained religious practices and cultural traditions while also adapting to their local environments.

i'm glad to be with you today. at this time there is an increase in life in this world. a decade ago dr jose rizal says our hero, children are the hope of the people. but i will admit that he made a mistake because if the youth is the hope of the town. i am concerned now that the next generation will be m
nagagalak ako na makasama kayo ngayon. sa mga oras na ito may nadagdag nanaman na buhay sa mundong ito .isang dekada ang nakalipas sabi ni dr jose rizal ang ating magiting na bayani , ang mga bata ang pagasa ng bayan . pero satingin ko nagkakamali siya dahil kung ang kabataan ay ang pag asa ng bayan .bakit ngayon may mga batang sa edad na 14 ay buntis na .ngayon may mga bata na kumakiapit sa patalim upang mabuhay dahil sa hirap ng buhay. nababahala ako ngayon na baka sasusunod na henerasyon ay m

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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