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Inglês

but deeply im falling apart

Tagalo

nahuhulog ako

Última atualização: 2021-11-22
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Inglês

now and then

Tagalo

noon at ngayon

Última atualização: 2022-07-01
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Inglês

i fall asleep in the class every now and then.

Tagalo

nakakatulog ako sa klase paminsan-minsan.

Última atualização: 2014-02-01
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Inglês

thankyou lord for this wonderful handsome guy! he always makes me happy every now and then

Tagalo

salamat panginoon para sa kahanga-hangang gwapo na tao! siya palaging gumagawa ako masaya sa bawat ngayon at pagkatapos

Última atualização: 2019-06-28
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Inglês

spoken poetry courtship in the phillipines now and then

Tagalo

spoken poetry panliligaw sa pilipinas ngayon at noon

Última atualização: 2022-01-30
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Inglês

do not boast about tomorrow you will never know what will happened now and then

Tagalo

bukas ay hindi ipinangako sa kahit sino

Última atualização: 2020-08-24
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Inglês

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."

Tagalo

c / ang huling dahon ng o henry

Última atualização: 2020-01-11
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Inglês

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."

Tagalo

c / ang huling dahon ng o

Última atualização: 2020-01-11
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Inglês

once upon a time, a young, married couple waited for their child to be born. they lived in a beautiful house near a garden in which all sorts of fruit and vegetables grew. the woman often watched the garden through the window in a desire to taste the rampion (rapunzel plant). sometimes she would tell her husband that he doesn’t know what it’s like to be pregnant, and she asked him to go and get her some of the rampions. the owner of the garden was an evil witch, so he didn’t dare to ask her for some. he didn’t want to confront her, so he decided to steal some rampion but as soon as he stepped into the garden he heard a noise. the witch yelled at him and asked him how he dares to steal from her garden. he fell down on his knees and asked her to spare him because he just wanted some rampions for his wife. the witch was so evil that she told him he will get the rampion only if he gives her his firstborn child or she will turn him into a pig. the husband felt he didn’t have a choice, so he agreed. the woman gave birth to a little girl, and the witch took her away. she named her rapunzel. the days passed by and rapunzel became a long, blond haired beauty. nobody knew what happened to her because the witch had her locked away in a tower. nobody could reach the top room where rapunzel was because there were no stairs. there was only a small window on the top of the tower, and the beautiful girl would appear on it now and then. the witch would call her every day to let down her hair, and she would climb to her. time passed, and rapunzel only knew about the witch. she never saw anybody else. since she loved to sing a prince that passed through the woods heard her. he hid in the bushes nearby and enjoyed her singing until the witch called her to let down her hair. the prince thought he could do the same thing, so he called rapunzel to let her hair down. he climbed to her room, and when rapunzel saw him, she got scared. until then she only knew the witch, and now she saw a beautiful prince. she calmed down, and he explained to her she shouldn’t be frightened, and they fell in love. they saw each other secretly because they didn’t want the witch to know about them. she still came to rapunzel’s every day, but she didn’t notice anything strange. one morning rapunzel accidentally told her she is much heavier than the prince and that it’s harder to pull her up. the witch was furious, and she started yelling at rapunzel. she told her she was an ungrateful brat and reprimanded her that after everything she did for her this was how she paid her back. the witch grabbed her by the hair and cut it off. the long hair was lying on the floor, and rapunzel was sentenced to a lifetime of loneliness and misery in the tower. rapunzel was the loneliest person alive. the witch didn’t only get her revenge with rapunzel. she also decided to attack the prince. she waited for him to call for rapunzel to let her hair down and then she threw the cut-off hair, and he started climbing. when he came up high the tower, the evil witch was looking at him. he saw her and got scared because of her ugliness. she let go the hair. he fell into the thorny bushes and became blind, sad and miserable. he searched for his rapunzel from city to city, village to village but she was nowhere to be found. he fed on berries and drank the water from the rivers. his misery was growing by the day as he pictured his beautiful rapunzel and her voice. he wondered for years when he came to a forest where he sat under a tree and cried. his rapunzel used to live there before and since he was exhausted, he thought it would be best to give up the search. as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard a well-known voice. it was his rapunzel. he gathered the last atoms of his strength and moved towards that beautiful voice. he held on for trees, stumbled and got stuck in the bushes while he was calling for his rapunzel. he managed to come to her and as soon as she spotted him she ran to his arms. it was true love. rapunzel started crying, and her tears healed his eyes. they went to his castle where they got married and had many kids. they loved each other and lived happily ever after. and the witch? well, who cares about her when the newlyweds were so happy.

Tagalo

Última atualização: 2021-04-25
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Inglês

every now and then we find a special friend who never lets us down who understands it all reaches out each time you fall you're the best friend that i've found i know you can't stay a part of you will never ever go away your heart will stay i'll make a wish for you and hope it will come true that life would just be kind to such a gentle mind if you lose your way think back on yesterday remember me this way remember me this way i don't need eyes to see the love you bring to me no matter where i go and i know that you'll be there forever more a part of me, you're everywhere i'll always care and i'll be right behind your shoulder watching you i'll be standing by your side and all you do and i won't ever leave as long as you believe you just believe i'll make a wish for you and hope it will come true that life would just be kind to such a gentle mind if you lose your way think back on yesterday remember me this way remember me this way

Tagalo

tandaan mo ako sa ganitong paraan

Última atualização: 2020-12-16
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