검색어: forty five point five (영어 - 타갈로그어)

nine point five
siyam na puntos limang

forty five cents
labinlimang sentimo

five point 4 percent
five point four percent

forty-five a month
apatnapu't lima isang buwan

one hundred seventy five point twenty five
isang daan pitumpu't limang puntos dalawampu't limang

three hundred forty five
pitong daan at walumpu't pito

eight thousand forty five
dalawampung libo apatnapu 't lima

one thousand six hundred forty five
isang daan at apatnapu 't anim na libo

eight thousand, forty five thousand pesos
8000.450

five thousand four hundres sixty seven and forty five cents
five thousand four hundres sixty seven and forty five cents

four million six hundred eighty three thousand three hundred forty five
apat na milyong anim na raan at dalawampu't tatlong libong tgree gatus apatnapu't lima

five points
spb

the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. at one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. it depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. winston made for the stairs. it was no use trying the lift. even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. the flat was seven flights up, and winston, who was thirty￾nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. on each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. at one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. it depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. winston made for the stairs. it was no use trying the lift. even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. the flat was seven flights up, and winston, who was thirty￾nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. on each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.