検索ワード: i'm sad,but i need it to do for the and you (英語 - タガログ語)

i'll still love you but i need to do it
mamahalin pa rin kita

its hard but i need to do it
mahirap pero kailangan kong gawin

i'm sad but i smile thats my life
im sad but i smile thats my life

what is good to do for the future of the student youth
ano ang magandang gawin para s magandang kinabukasan ng kabataan na mag aaral

non. i'm not sure if you love me. because i like you too so much for the and me now. si. nervous about this and you can get a chance for your love
non. i'm not sure if you love me. because i like you too so much for the and me now. si. nervous about this and you can get a chance for your love

what we can do to help them listen while they are teaching because it's not for them to do for us as well for the day we get to be successful in life
ang magagawa lang natin para tulungan sila ay makinig habang sila ay nagtuturo dahil hindi naman para sa kanila ang ginagawa nila para sa atin din yon para pagdating ng araw tayo ay maging matagumpay sa buhay

i know that i have something to do with what i do. i need to do something .. i wish i had a whole family but i would not be the only one at your fingertips. to say that you do not want to know the truth
alam ko na may masasaktan sa gagawin ko.pero kailangan kutong gawin..pangarap ko ng isang buong familya pero hindi pwedi kun kong my isa sa iyong ubod nang kasinungalingan..ang masasabi kulang saka kayo manghusga alamin nyo muna ang katutuhanan

and these are what our pre-schoolers have to do for the 2nd time and after the demonstration we cleaned up before our teacher sent us home at 4:30.in the afternoon
at ang mga ito ay ang kinakailangang gawin ng ating pre schoolers para sa ika bubuti ng ng lahat at pagkatapos ng demonstration nag clean up na kami bago kami pauwiin ng aming teacher ng 4:30

for me, while i was growing up, many taught my family as their child, they wanted me to imitate the good deeds they do for others. and while i was growing up they taught me things that were good for me, just like they taught me good manners, because of this i learned if i respect not only my family but i can also show it to other people. so many things shared with me the ak of the family and it a
para sa akin ay habang lumalaki ako marami nang tinuturo ang aking pamilya bilang kanilang anak ay gusto nilang magaya ko rin yung mga kabutihan na ginagawa nila sa kapwa. at habang lumalaki ako ay tinuturuan nila ako ng mga bagay na nakakbuti para sa akin, katuladna lamang ng pagtuturo nila sa akin ng magandang asal, dahil dito ay natutunan kung rumispeto hindi lang sa aking pamilya kundi maipapakita ko rin ito sa ibang tao. napakaraming mga bagay na naibahagi sa akin ang ak ng pamilya at ito a

i want you to know that i am proud that you have a supportive brother and that i cannot promise you because i want to do it but i know for myself that i will recover from all your sacrifices to me or to know and you know how much i love you and do not worry i am always behind you ready to support everyone especially for your enjoyment and hopefully new ones.
gusto kong malaman mo na proud ako dahil may isang ikaw na supportive kapatid sakin hindi ko man ma pangako sayo dahil para sakin gusto kong gawin pero alam ko sa sarili ko na babawi ako sa lahat ng mga sakripisyo mo sakin o samin at alam mo kong gaano kita ka mahal at wag kang mag alala palagi lng ako nandito sa likod mo na handang sumuporta sa lahat lalo na sa mga kasiyahan mo at sana dika mag bago

as the officer in charge of this detachment, you are right in saying that “leader is good example” i am also a person who sometimes loses control of his own anger especially in the current situation where i have high blood pressure feeling, i don't think there is a leader get angry with his staff for no reason, it's not said that i'm a perfect leader, but i try to do the obligation placed on my shoulders as a leader for the well -being of my constituency, mar
bilang officer in charge sa detachment na ito, tama yong kasabihan na “leader is good example” akoy tao din lang na minsan nawawalan ng control sa sariling galit lalo na sa kasalukoyan situation na mayron akong high blood pressure na nararamdaman, wala naman sigurong pinono na magalit ng magalit sa nga tauhan nya na walang dahilan, diko sinasabing perfect ako na pinono, pero pilit kong ginagawa ang obligasyon naka atang sa balikat ko bilang isang pinono para sa kayosan ng nasasakupan ko, mar

thanks for the early gift for me and i dont think there is a gift yet? i am happy because you have a sweet moment, and i dont think you have a plans for me to do oa but i do touch you know that i love you and jb also even without a gift or whatever you just dont lose i love you and thank you for everything😘🤗
salamat sa maagang regalo para sa akin at wala akong iniisip na may regalo pa? masaya ako dahil mayroon kang isang matamis na sandali, at wala akong iniisip na mayroon kang mga plano para sa akin na magawa ng oa ngunit na-touch ako alam mo na mahal kita at jb din kahit na walang regalo o kahit anong mawala ka lang ay mahal kita at salamat sa lahat ng lahat nghihihi

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.
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