Vous avez cherché: are you sending me your naked pictures (Anglais - Tagalog)

you send me your naked pic
padala mo sa akin ang hubad mong pictures of you

what are you sending?
what language do philippines

when are you sending the money tagalog
kelan mo ipapadala ang pera sa tagalog?

i really love you, why do you have to show your naked picture
kong totoong mahal moko bakit mo kailangan mag pakita ng hubat na larawan mo

love me you won't regret it if you love me your day is complete what are you doing love me now
love me you won't regret it if you love me your day is complete what are you doing love me now

do you want me to be your friend and is it real that you said anamae that why you scratch the paper how you do that you want me your friend and why are you absent do you really like me to be your friend if you dont understand heres more
ang gusto mo sa akin na maging kaibigan mo at ito tunay ang sinabi mo anamae na bakit scratch ko ang papel kung paano mo daw ako maging kaibigan gusto mo ba talagang maging kaibigan at bakit ka absent ng dalawang araw and kung wala kang maunawaan sabihin mo lang sa akin ok

soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god itsd’s.
soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god’s. .it’s… ad