Results for there reason i don't want be in a... translation from English to Tagalog

i don't want a relationship
ayaw ko na magka relasyon

i don't want a relationship anymore
gusto ko ngang makipag kaibigan sa iyo

i love you but i don't want to be in our relationship
mahal kita pero ayaw ko na sa relasyon natin

i don't want you to be in trouble
ayokong magkaproblema ka

i don't want to be in this world anymore
hanggang kailan pa ako ma bubuhay sa mundong ito

i don't want you be your friend i want to be in you
i don 't want you to be your friend i want to be in you

loving someone doesn't mean you need to be in a relationship with them
loving someone doesn't mean you need to be in a relationship with them

can we be in a relationship if you don't mind?
can we be in a relationship if you don't mind

will you love to be in a relationship with a friend of mine
will you love to be in a relationship with a friend of mine

people think i'm in a relationship like bro i don't even know how to flirt
people think i 'm in a relationship like bro i don' t even know how to flirt

i don't want to be in the world anymore. i'm really tired. it's delicious to commit suicide
ayaw ko na sa mundo.super pagod na tlaga . sarap magpakamatay

i don't want to be in our relationship anymore, sorry because i don't want you to let me know what i want to do and you forbade me. what are you saying to me, both you and your mother and your sister can talk to me..i love you, you know what you did, everything was done, you hurt me, and you let me know what you expect us to be. i know we are husband and wife. i was there
ayaw ko na sa relasyon natin sorry dahil ayaw kong pinaki alaman ako sa gusto kng gawin at pinag bawalan mo ako.kung my problem man ikaw ayaw kong paki alam kau ni mother mag solve nyn hindi ako.at isa pa ayaw konsa bad words mo sa mga sinasab mnsa akin pareho kayo ni mother and sa sister nmo maka pagsalita sa akin..minahal kta alam mo un ginawa q lahat pro nun sinaktan m aq at painagsabhan mo aq ng ano expect m na maging tayo. alam namn na bana at asawa tayo.duon ako

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry