검색어: once the recruitment process (영어 - 타갈로그어)

once the recruitment process
good system in recruitment process

once the crow has turned white
ikaw kasi sa subrang katalinuhan mo sumosobra na kaya mag ingat ka baka mabaliw ka

once the status is already for shipment
sa sandaling naipadala na namin ang parsela

i will update you once the email is send
i - update kita sa sandaling naipadal a ang email

once the loan application is submitted it can't be cancelled
dear customer once the loan application is submitted it can't be cancelled

the mind once the mind once enlightened cannot again become dark cannot again become dark
the mind once enlightened cannot again become dark

at the speed of the cycle, once the gum has a tendency, the mass cutter is cut
sa, bilis ng ikot once na nagbara yong gum may tendency na, naputol yong mass cutter

can you translate this sentence for me .... if whoever buys it once the sixth chair they can call me
can you translate this sentence for me.... if whoever buys it once the sixth chair they can call me

once the offensive team crosses the half court line with the ball in possessio, they may not take the ball in the back court area.
nagta-type buong pangungusap sa iyong langage

the list includes all recruitment agencies licensed by poea to recruit filipino workers for overseas jobs both land based and sea based also included were agencies which have been closed down or permanently banned from participating in the recruitment industry agencies with licenses which were cancelled or suspended
mangyaring isama ako sa iyong listahan

privacy campaigners voiced their concern regarding the implications of mass surveillance using coronavirus apps, in particular about whether surveillance infrastructure created to deal with the coronavirus pandemic will be dismantled once the threat has passed.
nagpahayag ang mga nangangampanya sa pagkapribado ng kanilang alalahanin patungkol sa mga implikasyon ng pagsubaybay sa masa gamit ang coronavirus apps, lalo na tungkol sa kung ang nilikha na mga impormasyong pagsubaybay upang harapin ang pandemya ng coronavirus ay mawawala kapag lumipas na ang banta.

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hey dewd, sorry for the inconvenience. our system is currently on maintenance. please check back later for updates. in the meantime, please hold onto your codes para makapag-redeem kayo ng prizes ninyo once the #dewinstalvlup promo is back! thank you for your continued support!

5. non-delivery of merchandise the act of devising a scheme wherein a culprit post an item or service for sale on the internet and once the transactions have been done, does not really give the item or service
hindi paghahatid

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