Usted buscó: i lowered my standard in a man (Inglés - Tagalo)

what i want in a man
ano ang gusto mo sa isang lalaki?

that is what i want in a man
thats what i want in a man

all i was looking for in a man
hanap ko mabait, hindi manloloko, malapit sa kay god at hindi aq sasaktan yun ang gusto ko sa isang lalaki in english

what i want in a man is a scent
gusto ko lalaki na lalaki din gusto

what do you want in a man
anong gusto mo sa isang lalaki

what do you go for in a man
what do you go for in a man

what are you looking for in a man
ano ba hinahanap mo sa isang lalaki

everything i'm looking for in a man you don't have
wala sa katangian ko ang hinahanap mo sa akin

what kind of character are you looking for in a man
gusto ko cute mabait at mahal ako

i'm only a man in a silly red sheet digging for kryptonite on this one way street
ako lamang ng isang tao sa isang silly red sheet paghuhukay para kryptonite sa isang ito way na kalye

he looked like a man with money and a motorcycle, and i didn't want to be in a wheelchair.
gusto daw nya sa lalaking ma pera at may motor, ni reto ko sa bumbay ayaw naman.

on 20 january, the first known case of covid-19 was confirmed in the pacific northwest state of washington in a man who had returned from wuhan on 15 january.
noong enero 20, nakumpirma ang unang nalamang kaso ng covid-19 sa hilagang-kanlurang pasipiko estado ng washington sa isang lalaki na nakabalik mula sa wuhan noong enero 15.

the bohol forest is a man made mahogany forest stretching in a two kilometer stretch of densely planted mahogany trees located in the border of loboc and bilar towns. before and after this man made forest are the naturally grown forests of loboc and bilar which are thick with a kaleidoscope of green foliage, different species of trees and giant ferns lining the road.
ang kagubatan ng bohol ay isang tao na gawa sa mahogany forest na umaabot sa dalawang kilometrong kahabaan ng makakapal na puno ng mahogany na matatagpuan sa hangganan ng mga bayan ng loboc at bilar. bago at pagkatapos ng taong ito ginawa kagubatan ay ang natural na lumago kagubatan ng loboc at bilar na kung saan ay makapal na may isang kaleydoskopo ng berdeng mga dahon, iba 't ibang mga species ng mga puno at higanteng ferns lining sa kalsada.

overviewlyricsvideoslistenartists i've been so alone all my life i couldn't give my heart to anyone hiding in myself was a man who needed to be held like everyone the days moved into years i look for warmth between the tears it never ever found me never ever found me yes, i did seem to grasp at straws they surely broke all the time so i hid inside till i almost died yes i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man hiding inside myself then you came out of nowhere i could not believ
overviewlyricsvideoslistenartists i've been so alone all my life i couldn't give my heart to anyone hiding in myself was a man who needed to be held like everyone the days moved into years i look for warmth between the tears it never ever found me never ever found me yes, i did seem to grasp at straws they surely broke all the time so i hid inside till i almost died yes i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man hiding inside myself then you came out of nowhere i could not believe my heart i didn't know how to tell you didn't know where to start when i hid inside i almost died oh, i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man i know you'll understand

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