Results for why so many people same at you translation from English to Tagalog

why so many people
bakit ang daming tao

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

i knew so many people
naaalala ko ang maraming tao

why so many
bakit ang dami

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

i am ashamed to face so many people
nahihiya akong magsalita sa maraming tao

tagalog i remember nanaman so many people
i remember nanaman so many people

why so many are hindering us
bakit maraming humahadlan g sa gusto 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.

why so many insecure on the world
bakit ang daming takot/natatakot sa mundo

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

why so many deceitful people of the world has even spread to them, they do not count
bakit ang daming tao na mga manloloko kahit san sa mundo nag kakalat na sila,hindi na sila mabilang

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?

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

i have so many people that i will never forget that day that it was so memorable and that is my story that i can share and i will never forget my 18th birthday and thank you to mama papa sister and my friends.
madami akong tao na hinding hindi ko makakalimutan nung araw nayun kaya sobrang memorable at ayun ang kwento ko na maiibahagi ko at hinding hindi ko makakalimutan ang 18th birthday ko at salamat kay mama papa ate at sa mga kaibigan ko.

about why young people under the age of 18 are already working for something to eat and give to parents. why so many children need to work their lives and for their parent
tungkol sa kung bakit may mga kabataang wala pa sa tamang edad ay nagtatrabaho na para may makain lamang at maibigay sa mga magulang. kung bakit mga bata ang kailangang bumuhay sa kanilang buhay at magulang

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

the teacher is the one of the most important role in the lives of young people. the teacher shaping new citizens. the teacher was open to young people under awareness study. patiently she shared her knowledge. she stands as parents in the classroom. because teachers so many people successful. language was no end no matter what profession if no teachers are parallel
ang guro ay ang may isa sa pinaka mahalagang papel na ginagampanan sa buhay ng mga kabataan. ang guro ang humuhubog ng mga bagong mamamayan. ang guro ang nag mumulat sa mga kabataang wala pang kamalayan sa pag aaral. matiyaga nyang ibinabahagi ang kanyang kaalaman. sya ang tumatayo bilang magulang sa silid aralan. dahil sa mga guro kaya maraming tao ang matagumpay. wika nga'y walang matatapos na kahit na ano na propesyon kung walang gurong naka agapay

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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