Je was op zoek naar: dumaan ka sa store (Tagalog - Engels)

kakalipat lang sa store
can you just move

mana ka sa
manaang mana ka sa akin

malapit lang ako sa store niyo
i'm just close to it

hanggang kailan ka nalang papasok sa store mam
how long you've been here

baliw ka sa
you are mad at me

alin ka sa dalawa
alin ka sa dalawang?

ako po nag bantay nag stock sa store
i'm on the lookou

alin ka sa dalawa?
which of the two

tinanong ko si mira kung ilan sila nakaduty sa store
tinanong ko si mira kung ilan sila nakaduty sa store

wala nmn po,nagbabantay d2 sa store namin hehehez
wala nmn po, nagbabantay d2 sa store namin hehehez

hindi na ako magtaka if madami aalis sa store.
i don't have to wonder

pagbaba ng kita dahil hindi makapunta sa store ngayong pandemic
decrease in income

ngano nga gipadala sa store clerk ang gagmay nga babaye sa gawas?
why did the store clerk send the little girl outside?

kung galit ka sa akin dahil hindi ko naibagy un pinabibili mo wala na ako magagawa wala ako mabilhan dto at idodownload lang dw un sa store ng mac
if you hate me

ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin
not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?