검색어: after a decade back to my profession (영어 - 타갈로그어)

after a decade
makalipas ang isang dekadacade

turning back to my sin
tumalikod

i talk back to my parents
nagsasalita ako pabalik sa aking mga magulang

i'm back to my house
bumalik na ako sa bahay

i was wobbling her back to my car
pag-alog ng tuhod

i went back to my room and made the be
bumalik doon sa binilhan ko ng higaan

i am going back to my college studies
ang kapatid ko aybabalik na sa pag aaral ng kolehiyo

how i wish i could go back to my childhood
how i wish i could go back to my childhood

going back to my country, that's what i mean it
bumalik ako sa aking bansa, iyon ang ibig kong sabihin

let's just go back to my office and fill out the paperwork.
punta tayo sa aking opisina para tapusin ang paperwork.

as i watch clients, i can picture them first. give it back to me and sell it to my lord
habang inaantay ko client ko mkapag picture nga muna. ibigay mo na ulit sakin tong benta na to lord

ok my love, i have to go back to my duty post now i will talk to you once am done with work,i love you so much my darling
ok my love, i have to go back to my duty post now i will talk to you once am done with work,i love you so much my darling

i fell on the mango tree to go back to my bones, i didn't listen to mama, my shoulder was so sore, mama
nahulog ako sa puno ng mangga na balikan ako buto hindi ako makinig kay mama subrang sakit ng balikat ko mama

sorry for the fact that last week i promised not to go back to my room but i did not want to push the chair because i'm sorry for a different kind of patience
pasensya napo sa nangyare noong nakaraang linggo. pangako hindi na po ulet mauulet. hindi na po namen ittulak yung upuan dahil may na abala po kameng ibang klase. pasensya po di na mauulet

if you go back to my first point, finding some peers to work with could be your key to passing with flying colors versus barely scraping by, or even worse.
kung babalik ka sa aking unang punto, ang paghahanap ng ilang mga kapantay upang magtrabaho ay maaaring maging iyong susi sa pagpasa sa mga lumilipad na kulay kumpara sa bahagyang pag-scrape ng, o kahit na mas masahol pa.

my intention is to resign from my work and return back to my country to establish myself as a cilivilian and live a civilian life, also to enable me find my cousins and my grandparents and families. i am planning to resign from my work on this month, i hope you will be a help to me in order to achieve my dream?
ang aking hangarin ay magbitiw sa tungkulin sa trabaho at bumalik sa aking bansa upang maitaguyod ang aking sarili bilang isang cilivilian at mabuhay ng isang buhay sibilyan, upang mapulot ko rin ang aking mga pinsan at aking mga lolo't lola at pamilya. nagpaplano akong magbitiw sa aking trabaho sa buwang ito, inaasahan kong ikaw ay magiging tulong sa akin upang makamit ang aking pangarap?

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry