Vous avez cherché: almost the weekend (Anglais - Tagalog)

almost the same
halos pareho

its almost the same
daming nasasayang na oras at araw hadil lang sa maliit kong sahod

can you work on the weekend?
trabaho sa katapusan ng linggo

and just like that its the weekend
ang katapusan ng linggo ay sa wakas dito

do you have plans for the weekend
what do you do on weekend

i can't wait until the weekend!
hindi na ako makapaghantay mag linggo.

what are your plans for the weekend honey
ano ang iyong mga plano para sa katapusan ng linggo honey

would you like to have supper with us on the weekend?
gusto mong maghapunan tayong magkasama sa wik-end?

keep consistent bed times and wake up times to develop routine even on the weekend
break stressful projects into manageable chunks

over the weekends
upang aking matugunan

a friend came to spend the weekend over at my place she brought at all bottle of concussion a mixture of guyabano leaves and some others to treat cancer she said but are guyabano leaves safe my curiosity led me to an alarming discovery annonacin is toxic to brain cells
a friend came to spend the weekend over at my place she brought at all bottle of concussion a mixture of guyabano leaves and some others to treat cancer she said but are guyabano leaves safe my curiosity led me to an alarming discovery annonacin is toxic to brain cells

i work in a garments factory when there is a shipment schedule for the weekend when the shipment is airfreight the documents need to be ready before the goods can leave when there are no documents the goods cannot be released so i have to stay overtime in the office to wait for the quantity to be shipped by by air
nun nagtratrabaho ko sa garments factory kapag may shipment schedule para sa weekend kapag airfreight ang shipment kailangan handa na ang mga documents bago makaalis ang mga goods kapag walang documents hindi ma release yun mga goods kaya kailangan ko mag stayed overtime sa office para hintaying kung ilang quantity mai shipped by by air

great efforts are currently underway in china including the lockdown of wuhan and surrounding cities and continuous quarantine of almost the entire population in hopes of interrupting the transmission of sars-cov-2.
ang malakihang pagsisikap ay kasalukuyang isinasagawa sa china kasama na ang pag-lockdown ng wuhan at nakapaligid na mga lungsod at patuloy na pag-quarantine ng halos buong populasyon sa pag-asang maputol ang pagkalat ng sars-cov-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