Hai cercato la traduzione di i must say you have some swag da Inglese a Tagalog

i must say
so masasabi kong

will you have some coffee
have some coffee

i think you say you have nothing to say
walang anuman pare koy

if you have some suggestion baby
if you have some suggestion baby

do you have some work to be done?
may ipapagawa ka ba

you sound like a fresher i must say
you sound like a fresher i must say

do you have some paper to patong may ulan
whay is your language and you favorate food in philippines do you have money to buy food

you are the dum player i have in may world and you have some mother fucker
bubu no tangina mo

the problem with you is you have no right to say you
ang hirap sa iyo wala kang paninindigan sa mga sinasabi mo

finish your study first like the pope says you have feareth god
tapusin ang iyong pag-aaral muna tulad ng sabi ng papa mo lumaki kang may takjot sa dios.

what motivates me to choose your company is because i think a lot of people want to join your company because they say you have a good management system and a lot of good oppurtunity jobs here
ang nagpa motivate po sakin na piliin ang inyong kompanya dahil po sa tingin ko madami po naghahangad na mkapasok sa inyong kompanya dahil daw po maganda po ang inyong pamamalakad at madami daw po magaganda oppurtunity trabaho dito

what did you say you said you have big house pero ngayon ako magpapadala sayo pera para lang bilhan ako ng phone sorry ha baka escamer ka langg!
what did you say you said you have big house pero ngayon ako magpapadala sayo pera para lang bilhan ako ng phone sorry ha baka escamer ka langg!

oh, hey, ivan, buddy, could you have some of the diapers, maybe a case, sent over to my house?
o, ivan, pare, baka mero kang mga diapers, siguro isang case na puwedeng ipadala sa bahay ko?

how come?! i am not entitled with my opinion yet you are free to give yours?! this is a free country i must say! whatevaaaahh
kung paano dumating ?! i am hindi karapat-dapat sa aking opinyon pa ikaw ay malayang magbigay sa iyo ?! ito ay isang libreng bansa dapat i sabihin! whatevaaaahh

whatever reason you say you cannot change the fact that you are an impostor who is only pretending and because of that you are living in the shadow of other people because you have no ability to face your own personality and you will remain hiding in the dark side of your shadow
kahit anong dahilan pa ang sabihin mo hindi mo mababago ang katotohanan na ikaw ay isang impostor na nagpapanggap lamang at dahil dyan ikaw ay nabubuhay sa anino ng ibang tao dahil wala kang kakayahan na harapin ang sarili mong pagkatao at mananatili kang nagtatago sa madilim na bahagi ng iyong ginawang anino

this letter is to bring to your attention that you have been observed drinking every sunday. we understand that this occurs outside of working hours, but the next day, your performance at work suffers due to absences. i must warn you that this is completely unacceptable in this company. moreover, we did not expect it from you as you have been a good employee of this company.
ang sulat na ito ay upang dalhin sa iyong pansin na ikaw ay na - obserbahan sa pag - inom ng bawat linggo. nauunawaan namin na ito ay nangyayari sa labas ng oras ng trabaho, ngunit sa susunod na araw, ang iyong pagganap sa trabaho naghihirap dahil sa pagliban. dapat kitang balaan na ito ay ganap na hindi katanggap - tanggap sa kumpanyang ito. bukod dito, hindi namin ito inaasahan mula sa iyo dahil ikaw ay isang mabuting empleyado ng kumpanyang ito.

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