Hai cercato la traduzione di light in home da Inglese a Tagalog

light in the dark
ilaw sa kadiliman

my light in darkness
liwanag sa dilim

dim light in the kitchen
my problema ung ilaw sa kusina

i was light in the light
nasilaw

there is no light in my room
walang ilaw sa room lola

you’re the light in my dim day
ikaw ang ilaw sa aking pinakamalalim, pinakamad

green light in the traffic sign means
ibig sabihin ng berdeng ilaw sa palatandaan ng trapiko

do you wear clothes that are light in color
nagsusuot ka ba ng ginto kuwintas

you’re the light in my deepest, darkest hour
you are the light in my heart

i found the light in me that i couldn't find
natagpuan mo ang liwanag sa akin na hindi ko mahanap

semi detailed lesson plan in home economics
semi detalyadong banghay-aralin sa home economics

because all of student are online in home
kung oo mangyaring tukuyin

lights in the vehicle
para gumana ang mga ilaw sa labas at loob ng sasakyan

be the light in someone's darkest time , an don't be the reason to put someone in the drakness
be the light in someone's darkest time , an don 't be the reason to put someone in the drakness.

how many lights in the house did you see
bahay ilang

you give me the joy, love, and light in my life, on every day, you want to know that you are the source of my breath. happy birthday my lucky charm.
you give me the joy, love, and light in my life, on every day, want you to know that you are source of my breath. happy birthday my lucky charm.

one of the oldest ans most common methods of packaging in homes is the use of home canning. fruits and vegetables are placed in glass jars and sealed in the jars by heating the jars and then placing a rubber stopped jar top on the jar. the seals also need to be airtight to prevent the growth of bacteria
tagalog

blood surges rapidly along cronulla beach. armed with bats, white bodies are mad replications of tents, parasols and sunblinds spreading all over what used to be kurranulla, aboriginal landscapes, the place of pink seashells. there is no chieftain on the shore, no starfish where dominion shatters. not too far behind, thugs and their hand maids constrict exquisite shades of perplexity to keep generations pure and sterile. space beneath vestiges of hamlets from long ago have become driftwood, shells, cleavers of melting pots and succession. they are swaying eerily translucent as postcards bereft of scintillating light in the heated - up weather. so racializing this soap.
wendell