検索ワード: if i only one friend left i want it to be you (英語 - タガログ語)

if i had only one friend left id want it to be you
if i had only one friend left id want it to be you

if i had only one friend left i'd wanted to be you
kung mayroon lamang akong isang kaibigan na naiwan gusto kong maging sa iyo

if i had only one friend left
kung mayroon akong isang kaibigan lamang ang natitira

i'd want it to be you
mahal kita gusto kita

if i were you i want to be me
if i was you id wanna be me too

if i'm the only one who follows i want to be her at home
kung ako lang masusunod gusto ko nasa bahay lang siya

you are the only one i want to be with
ikaw lang ang gusto ko

you're the only one i want to be with
ikaw lang gusto kong makasama habang buhay

if i work hard at it can be where i want to be
kung pinaghirapan ko ito ay maaaring maging sa gusto ko

how do you want it to be
how do you want it to be?

i don’t want it to be repeated again.
ayaw ko ng maulit muli

and i want it to start with me
gusto kong magumpisa ito sa akin

it should be what you want it to be
yun dapat ilagay

i just want it to be taken care of so it will not get worse.
gusto ko lang itong alagaan kaya hindi ito lumala.

i want you to know that if we are going to be together it will be side by side going head first into our situation "as one" the way god has intended for it to be.
yan din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ng gusto mo mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap ... hnd tulad mo na may pinag-araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil marunong ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kung sinu ago.

is the arc going everywhere that you don't want it to go. it only happens in dc, happens a lot welding up into a corner, and is believed to be caused somehow by magnetisim. it sometimes helps to move the work clamp to a different position on the steel.
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what i experienced from a young age until i gwer up my mother and father they love me and then if i wanted to change my father he gave me everything i want. then the time came when our family is broke up my parents separated,i thought that it was not i should keep asking for what. i want because my mother is the only one who works so that she can give a good future to me and my brother's i realized that we should not waste the money on things that we cannot use now i am happy with my fami
kung ano ang naranasan ko mula sa isang batang edad hanggang sa gwer ko up aking ina at ama mahal nila ako at pagkatapos ay kung nais kong baguhin ang aking ama ibinigay niya sa akin ang lahat ng gusto ko. pagkatapos ay dumating ang oras kapag ang aming pamilya ay sinira up ang aking mga magulang separated, akala ko na ito ay hindi dapat kong panatilihin ang humihingi para sa kung ano. gusto ko kasi na ang nanay ko lang ang nagtratrabaho para mabigyan niya ako ng magandang kinabukasan at ng kapatid ko napagtanto ko na hindi dapat sayangin ang pera sa mga bagay na hindi namin nagagamit ngayon masaya na ako sa fami ko

i want you to know that if we are going to be together it will be side by side going head first into our situation "as one" the way god has intended for it to be. din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ngyun gusto mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap... hnd tulad mo na may pinag araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil ako marunung ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kun
nais kong malaman mo na kung tayo ay magkakasama ito ay magkatabi na pupunta muna sa ating sitwasyon na "bilang isa" sa paraang nilayon ng diyos. din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ng gusto mo mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap ... hnd tulad mo na may pinag-araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil marunong ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kun

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