Hai cercato la traduzione di the last men standing is a woman da Inglese a Tagalog

she is a woman and was
she is a woman and was

behind every successful man there is a woman
tagalog

there is a big difference between a man and a woman
pero hindi ko siya hinahanap hanap

our guest for todays ocassion is a woman of honor and dignity
filipino

a woman's weakness is a man's weakness
babae ang kahinaan ng lalaki

silence is a woman's loudest cryif she is speechless her heart is to tired for words
please, specify two different languages

tagalog ng a sugar mummy is a woman who spends money for the benefits of a relationship with an aften younger romantic or sexual
tagalog

a sugar mommy is a woman who spends money for the benefit of a of take care of her baby and to help some poor people or some handicap
a sugar mommy is a woman who spends money for the benefit of a of take care of her baby and to help some poor people or some handicap

when a woman reach puberty,she most likely experience menstruation.menstruation is a sign that a woman is
tagalog

sugar mommya sugar mommy is a woman who spends money for the benefit of a relationship and to help the less privilege people and some poor people or some handicap in the environment
sugar mommya sugar mommy is a woman who spend money for the benefit of a relationship and to help the less privilege people and some poor people or some handicap in the environment

that is a lot of money assists the last. you need for a long time i hope.... and you need to total of 20 it looks like.
tagalog

without the other the two of them are great family. i can confirm that she is a woman of great integrity is my extremely dedicated to her family and she is entirely peace loving person . please do not hesitate to contact me if you should require any further information
ako _____ residente ng ______ ay sumusulat ng isang sanggunian para sa ____. sa kanino ko personal na kilala sa loob ng 10 taon bilang aking mabuting kaibigan. bilang isang kaibigan ng pamilya ng florencia napanood ko ang kanyang anak na si michael at nabuo niya ang malusog na bono na dapat pormulahin ng ina at anak. si florencia ay palaging naging bahagi ng buhay ni michael sa pamamagitan ng pagbibigay ng suporta at gabay ng isang mabuting ina. sa katunayan ang flight renia ay hindi kailanman nakaligtaan ang sinuman sa mga mahahalagang bagay kahit na siya ay may sakit. sa totoo lang hindi ko maisip ang isa kung wala ang t

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