検索ワード: always trust your self not the other people (英語 - タガログ語)

always trust your god
palaging manalig sa diyos naten

always trust your instincts
always trust your instincts

rot with the other people in jail
mag kakaroon ng hustisy

always trust your first gut instincts
gut

not the other thing around
walang ibang bagay sa paligid

prove yourself to your self not others
tagalog

focus your improving your self not proving you self
tagalog

simple but kind, gentleman at this same time, helful to others not only to her self but to the other people also satisfied with what he had.
kuntento kung anong meron sa kanya

i hope you remember me ummm i just want you to know na you're so pretty ask don't mind what other people say be your self mwapss
sana maalala mo ako ummm gusto ko lang malaman mo na you 're so pretty ask don' t mind what other people say be your self mwapss

you don’t need appreciation from other people, you will end up neglecting your self worth, if you are happy, that’s more than enough.
you don’t need appreciation from other people, you will end up neglecting your self worth, if you are happy, that’s more than enough.❤️👍🙏

i am seeking a competitive and challenging environment that can enhance my physical, mental, spiritual and moral ability, establish an enjoyable career for myself that will let me explore beyond my limits and also able to serve and protect the human beings from the inhumane act of the other people.
naghahanap ako ng isang mapagkumpitensya at mapaghamong kapaligiran na maaaring mapahusay ang aking pisikal, kaisipan, espirituwal at moral na kakayahan, magtatag ng isang kasiya-siyang karera para sa aking sarili na hahayaan akong maghanap ng higit sa aking mga limitasyon at makakapagsilbi at maprotektahan ang mga tao mula sa hindi makataong kilos ng ang ibang mga tao.

i am chelsea mae de leon rhyming about the needs and wants of young people young people have different wants there are young people who want to prioritize wants over needs their minds are not the same other young people's wants come first they for example have an expensive phone and jewelry so they can keep up with the trend of the times but on the other hand there are still young people who prioritize their needs they don't let it go away from them because it is necessary to survive in our tim
i am chelsea mae de leon rhyming about the needs and wants of young people young people have different wants there are young people who want to prioritize wants over needs their minds are not the same other young people's wants come first they for example have an expensive phone and jewelry so they can keep up with the trend of the times but on the other hand there are still young people who prioritize their needs they don't let it go away from them because it is necessary to survive in our time today, it is necessary to make young people understand the existence and difference between needs and wants

everyone has the right to choose what they want in life. let us follow our desires and believe in ourselves. let us not let negative comments contradict our destiny. whatever we decide we can do because we love our own destiny and not the other person. eventually, we will benefit from our life decisions so we can only trust ourselves and the lord.
ang bawat tao'y may karapatang pumili kung ano ang gusto nila sa buhay. sundin natin ang ating mga hinahangad at maniwala sa ating sarili. huwag nating hayaan ang mga negatibong komento na salungat sa ating kapalaran. anumang desisyon natin ay magagawa natin ito sapagkat mahal natin ang ating sariling kapalaran at hindi ang ibang tao. sa paglaon, makikinabang tayo sa ating mga desisyon sa buhay kaya't magtiwala lamang tayo sa ating sarili at sa panginoon.

my job is to say that this is a very difficult job because the taste of human food is not the same ... some people like it slightly salty while others want it a little too much .. though you can't avoid complaining about other people. ..and the other is that you will run out of other ingredients for your cooking ... maybe the food provision has not arrived because sometimes the airline is far away and no one will deliver our delivery order to our ship maraming mga tao na hindi makontento at hindi mo..
ang aking trabaho ay masasabi nating isa itong pinaka mahirap na trabaho dahil ang panlasa ng tao sa mga pagkain ay hindi pare pareho...yong iba gusto medyo maalat yong iba ang gusto medyo matabang ..jan hindi mo maiwasan ang reklamo ng ibang tao...at ang isa pa ay yong maubusan ka ng mga ibang rekado para sa gagawin mong mga lulutuin..dahil ang provision na pagkain ay hindi pa dumarating dahil minsan malayo ang byahe at walang maghahatid ng aming order na provision sa aming barko...

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.
isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog