検索ワード: mga kwento sa tagalog (タガログ語 - 英語)

gumawa ng kwento sa tagalog
noon pa man ay gustong-gusto ni gerald ang magandang japan na may maigting, dumadagundong na mga puno, bahay. ito ay isang lugar kung saan siya nakaramdam ng kalmado. siya ay isang matapang, palakaibigan, umiinom ng tsaa na may magagandang braso at guwapong binti. nakita siya ng kanyang mga kaibigan bilang isang galit, natutuwang anghel. minsan, nailigtas pa niya ang isang mapanlinlang na tuta na naipit sa kanal. ganyan siyang klase ng tao. lumapit si gerald sa bintana at pinagmasdan ang maaraw na paligid. ang araw ay sumikat na parang tumatawa na aso. tapos may nakita siya sa di kalayuan, or rather someone. ito ang pigura ni yuna . si yuna ay isang maalalahanin na gamer na may magagandang braso at matataas na binti. napalunok si gerald. hindi siya prepared kay yuna. habang papalabas si gerald at papalapit si yuna, nakita niya ang napakalawak na ngiti sa mukha nito. yuna gazed sa pagmamahal ng 1155 funny happy hamsters. she said, in hushed tones, "i love you and i want romance." tumingin sa likod si gerald, lalo pang nag-iisa at nagfi-finger pa rin sa higanteng piano. "yuna, i love you," sagot niya. nagkatinginan sila nang may aktibong damdamin, tulad ng dalawang inihaw, pinakuluang asul na bote na tumatalbog sa isang napakaespesyal na panahon ng tag-araw, na may jazz music na tumutugtog sa background at dalawang kahanga-hangang tiyuhin na nakikipag-usap sa beat. tiningnan ni gerald ang magandang braso at matataas na binti ni yuna. "ganyan din ang pakiramdam ko!" hayag ni gerald na may kasamang ngiti sa tuwa. kumikinang si yuna, namumula ang kanyang emosyon na parang duguan, asul na libro. tapos pumasok si yuna para uminom ng masarap na tsaa.

kwento ng juan tamad sa tagalog
kwento ng juan tamad sa tagalog

mga kwento mula sa europe
stories from europe

kwento tungkul sa taj mahal sa tagalog
stories about taj mahal in tagalog

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog
a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.

kwento sa background
background story

mga kwento tungkol sa mga hayop
stories about animals

mga kwento ng balagtasan
poetic stories

maikling kwento sa kuwait
short stories in kuwait

kamangha-manghang mga kwento
legends

10 palaisipan halimbawa mga kwento
10 puzzles such as stories

buod ng kwento sa pelikulang bromance
tagalog

buod ng kwento sa pelikulang 3 idiots
summary of the story in the movie 3 idiots

alam ko ang mga kwento sa likod ng mga qoutes na yan.
i know the story behind that qoutes

science fiction example sa tagalog kwento
science fiction example sa tagalog

ang akin kwento sa aking family in english
the story of me and my family in english

buod ng kwento sa pelikulang never ending story
summary of the story in the movie never ending story