Hai cercato la traduzione di the root hairs da Inglese a Tagalog

the root hairs
buhok

the root crops
ang mga pananim ng ugat

the root is yours
gamot sa imon imon

rupture the root against
pumutok ang ugat sa batok

what is the root of cleanliness
ano salitang ugat ng linis

money is the root of all evil
control

i got to the root of the problem
kasalugat ng nakarating

what is the root cause of the problem
root cause analysis

so that sufficient air can reach the root e
maayos na alisan ng tubig

like the root of a tree ay hindi ito mabubuhay
tulad ng ugat ng puno na

the law is the root of all evil and not money.
huwag magtiwala sa di mo kilala

opens a terminal as the root user, using gksu to ask for the password
magbubukas ng terminal bilang root user, gamit ang gksu sa paghingi ng password

the roots of the three kingdoms
sakit na tulo sa ari ng lalaki

let us learn to hate sin with a godly hatred as the root of more than half of our cares and sorrows
alamin natin na kamuhian ang kasalanan na may maka-diyos na pagkamuhi bilang ugat ng higit sa kalahati ng ating mga pag-aalala at kalungkutan

the roots of education are bitter but the fruits is sweet
the roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet

what were the values and skills you identified in the previous activities put those near the roots
what were the values and skills you identified in the previous activities put those near the roots

religion is the root fiipino optimism and its capacitu to accept life handships how ever religion also intils in the filipino attitude of resignation and a prue occupation with the after life we become vulnerable also to being victimized by opputunities oppresion exploitation and supertition.
religion the root filipino

the ability to trust oneself and others is at the root of every good relationship. ... extending your trust to your children by expecting the best from them and believing in their goodness and potential helps build their sense of social awareness and contributes to their emotional growth
the ability to trust oneself and others is at the root of every good relationship. ... extending your trust to your children by expecting the best from them and believing in their goodness and potential helps build their sense of social awareness and contributes to their emotional growth

cover the bed with banana leaves remove the midrib,plastic sheets or heavy coarse paper to prevent the roots of the seedlings from getting in contact with the seedbed underneath and to facilitate separation of seedlings.
takpan ang kama ng mga dahon ng saging alisin ang midrib,plastic sheet o mabigat na magaspang na papel upang maiwasan ang mga ugat ng mga seedlings mula sa pakikipag - ugnay sa seedbed sa ilalim at upang mapadali ang paghihiwalay ng mga seedlings

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."
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