検索ワード: i want to cry,this christmas is being sad of me (英語 - タガログ語)

i want to cry
pero walang lumalabas na luha

i want to cry.
gusto ko ng umiyak.

i want to cry out loud
nalulumbay

i want to cry but i can't:(
gusto kung tumigil sa pag iyak pero hindi ko kaya

i want to change the old me, i want to change the naive and vulnerable side of me
i want to change the old me, i want to change the naive and vulnerable side of me.

i want to thank you for the sacrifices, time, efforts, love and thank you for taking care of me and not leaving me alone.
gusto kong mag pasalamat sa mga sacrifices,time,efforts and love na binigigay mo sakin at thankyou kase inaalagaan mo ko di mo ako pinapabayaan

how to love? it hurts to cry just to cry all the time, i want to leave.
paano ba ang magmahal? palagi bang nasasaktan umiiyak na lang palagi, gusto ko nang lumisan.

all i want this christmas is for me to receive from you a beautiful gift, that is, just like this christmas message greetings i received from you is one of the most memorable christmas gifts i have ever received. i hope you notice my little memsahe for you. may your holiday season be safe and fun with your loved ones!
ang gusto ko lang ngayong pasko ay makatanggap ako mula sayo ng isang magandang regalo, yun ay ang pag like lang nitong christmas message greetings ko sayo ay isa na sa pinaka memorable na christmas gifts na natanggap ko. sana ay mapansin mo ang aking munting mensahe para sayo. maging ligtas at masaya sana ang iyong holiday season kasama ng iyong mga mahal sa buhay!

now i can see that we're falling apart from the way that it used to be no matter the distance i want you to know that deep down inside of me you are my fire the one desire you are don't want to hear you ain't nothing but a heartache
ngayon nakikita ko na nahuhulog kami mula sa paraan na dati ay hindi mahalaga kung gaano kalayuan ang nais kong malaman mo na ang malalim na loob ko ay ikaw ang aking apoy ang isang hangaring hindi mo nais na marinig ka ay walang iba kundi isang sakit sa puso

as a child, it is my parents duty to take care of me. my parents did take care of me through my life, but i want to honor a relative who has helped me bring up my personality. that someone who is to be mention is my auntie, auntie. i am truly glad to have her, even though i am no longer able to see her since i have moved to the province, i try my best to meet her with every possibility i can.
bilang isang bata, tungkulin ng aking magulang na alagaan ako. inalagaan ako ng aking mga magulang sa buong buhay ko, ngunit nais kong igalang ang isang kamag-anak na tumulong sa akin na mailabas ang aking pagkatao. na ang isang taong babanggitin ay ang aking tiya, tiya. tunay na natutuwa akong magkaroon siya, kahit na hindi ko na siya nakikita mula nang lumipat ako sa probinsya, sinubukan ko ang aking makakaya upang makilala siya sa bawat posibilidad na magagawa ko.

this holiday i have a lot to plan, first and foremost i want to spend my whole time with my parents. because i know sometimes i can't help them because i was busy studying just because they were proud of me. another i want to visit my childhood friends, because i miss them and i haven't seen them since we were kids, i want to talk to them as i look back.
ngayong bakasyon marami akong planong gawin, unang una sa lahat gusto kong ibuhos ang buong oras ko sa mga magulang ko. dahil alam kong paminsan ay hindi ko na sila nakakabonding dahilan nga sa pagiging abala ko sa pag aaral para lang naging proud sila sa akin. isa pa gusto kong puntahan ang mga childhood friend ko, dahil miss ko na sila at tyaka matagal ko na silang di nakikita simula ng maghiwalay kami nung bata pa, gusto ko na silang kausapin habang binabalikan ang nakaraan.

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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