Hai cercato la traduzione di ragged colt da Inglese a Tagalog

colt mean
ibig sabihin ng colt

what is the synonym for ragged
gula-gulanit

the father and the colt
ang mag ama at ang bisiro

i'm a big colt fan.
isa akong colt fan.

the father and the colt story
ang mag ama at ang bisiro story

what is the meaning of colt-bull
ano ang kahulugan ng bisirong-toro

how many colt events have i attended?
ilang beses akong pumunta sa colt events?

weren't you a colt model?
hindi ba colt model ka?

mr. december, in the 1997 colt calendar, remember?
maginoong disyembre ako sa kalendaryong colt noong 1997, kung maalala ninyo?

this reminds me of a colt shoot i did back in the nineties except i was the coach and all the players stood over me and they were like oh... oh...
naalala ko tuloy ang isang eksena ko sa colt noong nineties ako ang coach na nasa gitna ng mga players, tapos sila ay oh... oh...

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