Usted buscó: which was originated (Inglés - Tagalo)

it was originated
tagalog translation

which was open on
na huling binuksan

which was devastated by the st
ma disgrasya

which was confiscated when we were arrested and is locked up in a drawer in the booking room!
na kinumpiska nang inaresto tayo at nakatago doon sa isang aparador sa booking room!

which was confiscated when we were arrested and it's in a drawer in the booking room!
na kinumpiska noong inaresto tayo at nakatago doon sa isang aparador sa booking room!

the researchers made a self-made questionnaire in order to obtain data which was distributed among all year levels.
matukoy ang pang-unawa ng mga mag-aaral ng radiologic technology tungkol sa mga enhancers ng memorya.

his bilingual twitter account has been providing updates during the preparation for the launch, which was originally scheduled for august 25.
ang kanyang twitter sa ingles at espanyol ay nagbibigay ng mga bagong balita habang sya ay naghahanda sa kanyang paglunsad, na iniskedyul para sa ika-25 ng agosto.

the violent dispersal of the red shirt protest contributed to the unpopularity of the government in 2010 which was at that time headed by abhisit vejjajiva.
dahil sa marahas na pangyayaring iyon, bumaba ang popularidad ng gobyerno noong 2010 na pinamumunuan noon ni abhisit vejjajiva.

but saul had given michal his daughter, david's wife, to phalti the son of laish, which was of gallim.
ngayo'y ibinigay ni saul si michal na kaniyang anak, na asawa ni david, kay palti na anak ni lais na taga gallim.

in libya and tunisia, they stormed the us embassies after the release of a trailer of a movie, which was insulting of islam and prophet muhammed.
sa libya at tunisia naman, sinugod ng mga salafi ang mga embahada ng estados unidos matapos ipalabas ang trailer ng kontrobersyal na pelikula na insulto 'di-umano sa islam at kay propetang muhammed.

it was a band which was occupied by aliens of our country kay full of minerals, since the aliens had occupied the flats of kay ganda but they then lost it suddenly philippines if dear and beloved country
ito ay isang banda na kung saan ay sinakop ng mga dayuhan ating bansa na kay puno ng mga mineral, yamang sinakop ng mga dayuhan mga patag na kay ganda ngunit sa kanila noon ay nawala na iyon bigla pilipinas kung mahal at minamahal na bansa

this is an exciting opportunity and we want to bring some positive growth to how to take care of chicken raisers, which was formed to reopen a former poultry that has been vacant for years.
ito ay isang kapana-panabik na pagkakataon at nais naming magdala ng ilang positibong paglago sa kung paano alagaan ang mga pasas ng manok, na nabuo upang mabuksan muli ang isang dating manok na naging bakante nang maraming taon.

integration. rizal shared his thought about the importance of education to enlighten the nation which was useful to gain societal freedom for every nation. it may also provide us the necessary knowledge, skills and attitude to expand the horizon of our thoughts.
ginunita ni rizal ang kanyang mga araw ng pagkabata sa calamba habang isinusulat niya ang tulang ito. siya sa paanuman kagustuhan siya ay rewind ang oras at gumastos ng mas maraming araw ng paggawa kung ano ang kanyang ginagamit upang gawin, na kasama ang mga tao na siya ginagamit upang maging sa, at pakiramdam ang sensations siya nadama bilang isang batang lalaki.

the second world war, destroyed the economy which was considered as the pearl of the orient the philippines due to the last disaster one year and covid 19 pandemic, the econistomy of the bangive static neighborhood appears again in the philippines domestic product or (gdp) in 2020 is the lowest since the end of world war 2
ang ikalawang digmaang pandaigdig, pinadapa ang ekonomiya na tinuturing noong pearl of the orient ang pilipinas dahil sa dumaang kalamidad noong isang taon at covid 19 pandemic, mistulang ginera muli ang ekonomiya ng bansa sa ulat ng philippines statistic authority, lumagpak sa negative 9.5% ang gross domestic product o (gdp) noong 2020 ang pinakamababa mula nang matapos ang world war 2

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