Results for try out new things translation from English to Tagalog

try new things
subukan namin ang mga bagong bagay na magkasama

scared to try out new things
subukan ang mga bagong bagay

open to new things
we will learn new things

try out
try out sa tagalog

explore a new things
explore new things

love to learn new things
learn to enjoy what i have

eager to learn new things
tagalog

you will learn new things and skills.
bakit mo gustong sumali sa scout movement

self improvement also includes trying new things
kasama din sa self improvement ang pag try ng mga bagong bagay

because of trying new things we learn from them
dahil sa pag try ng mga bagong bagay natututo tayo sa mga ito

in any aspect of life, we are experiencing new things
sa anumang aspeto ng buhay

i am not afraid to try new thing
hindi ako natatakot na subukan ito nang mag-isa

taking in new things , synthesizing information, and integrating it with prior knowledge
synthesizing information

a school is a place learning.schools help us to gain and learn new things the is school is the number one reason why our lives are comfortable in the future
a school is a place learning.schools help us to gain and learn new things the is school is the number one reason why our lives are comfortable in the future

declarative sentence go snorkeling to learn new thing about aqualic life.
pumunta snorkeling upang malaman ang isang bagong bagay tungkol sa aqualic buhay.

on your 2nd birthday, may you discover new things that bring you joy and happiness. may you also continue to grow in wisdom and understanding as you journey through life. we love you so much, niece!
on your 2nd birthday, may you discover new things that bring you joy and happiness. may you also continue to grow in wisdom and understanding as you journey through life. we love you so much, niece!

i wake up early every morning first l brush my teeth and take a shower then l have break fast with my family after that i go to school . during the day l learn new things and have fun .in the evening l do my homework. i realy enjoy learning new things every day
i wake up early everymorning first l brush my teeth and take a shower then l have break fast with my family after that i go to school . during the day l learn new things and have fun .in the evening l do my homework. i realy enjoy learning new thing every day

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.
isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog