Hai cercato la traduzione di is there such a thing as heat da Inglese a Tagalog

is there such thing as bad
walang bagay tulad ng isang libreng tanghalian

is there such a thing as camera rape?
meron kayang camera rape?

is there such thing as filipino taste
mayroong bagay na pilipino lasa

there really is such a thing
ganyan talaga

it is there such thing as life after death?
filipino

is there such as superior and inferior
is there such as superior and inferior

that their is not such a thing as right or wrong
walang mga bagay na pinakamahusay sa parehong mundo

who would say such a thing
i would never do such a thing

if such a thing is possible
ang ganoong bagay ay hindi posible

why would you say such a thing
sino ang magsasabi ng ganyan

she can not have said such a thing.
di niya puwedeng sinabing ganoon.

i wouldn't do such a thing
loop wouldn’t do such a thing, would he

i have never thought of such a thing
nakausap ko ung seller hindi raw galing sa kanya ung item

she must be stupid to say such a thing.
napakabobo naman niya para magsabi ng ganoong bagay.

he has no right to tell me such a thing
i have no rights to do such thing

a japanese would never do such a thing.
hinding-hindi gagawin ng isang hapon ang ganyang bagay.

didnt expect to see adolfo to do such a thing to laura but welp why know how things go down back in the day
didnt expect to see adolfo to do such a thing to laura but welp why know how things go down back in the day

don't talk about it the big thing is because we are also going to nmn let's do such a thing at the right time i want you to learn to wait too not everything is being rushed
wag na naten pag usapan yung gaanong bagay kase pupunta din naman tayo sa ganung bagay sa tamang panahon gusto ko matutunan mo din mag antay hindi lahat ng bagay minamadale

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