Usted buscó: bitter taste and feeling to vomit (Tagalo - Inglés)

i feel like i want to vomit
parang nasusuka ako in english

mukhang having a feeling to each other
habang nag lalakad si elizabeth nakasulubong niya ang kaibigan na si montressor

comparing oneself to others and feeling inferior
inferior to others

meaning how does this new learning that my reaction and feeling towards covid 19/disaster were normal after all help me?
how does this new learning that my reaction and feeling towards covid 19 / disaster were normal after all help me?

i was waiting for my day of to spend talking to u calling u and to spend more more time with u because i really like u and i have feeling to u and am very happy with u .. suddenly i get to know that ur thinking of me same like others just want something from u snd finish,. .. why u think of me like this
i was waiting for my day of to spend talking to u calling u and to spend more more time with u because i really like u and i have feeling to u and am very happy with u .. suddenly i get to know that ur thinking of me same like others just want something from u snd finish ,. .. why u think of me like this

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.
africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under th