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I turned nap

Tagalo

naka-idlip ako

Última atualização: 2017-03-15
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Inglês

as I turned away

Tagalo

masarap.vah nka tuwad ako.bb

Última atualização: 2020-03-28
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Inglês

I turned right.

Tagalo

Ako ay kumanan.

Última atualização: 2014-02-01
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before I turned 18

Tagalo

kapag naka-18 ka

Última atualização: 2020-04-25
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I turned my gaze away

Tagalo

iniwas ko ang aking tingin baka kasi may makapansin

Última atualização: 2020-06-12
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Inglês

I turned my gaze away

Tagalo

tumingin sa baba

Última atualização: 2020-03-01
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Inglês

I turned to bury you

Tagalo

ako pala itong ililibing ninyo

Última atualização: 2017-01-07
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I turned the big 4 0.

Tagalo

Naging 40 na ako.

Última atualização: 2016-10-27
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I turned my face away from him

Tagalo

iniwas ko ang muka ko sa kanya

Última atualização: 2020-05-30
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Inglês

I turned my gaze away from her

Tagalo

Dumaan sila sa room namin dahil sa taas ng building ang kanilang room

Última atualização: 2019-10-17
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when he touched I remain I turned out?

Tagalo

sang gin hikap ko ara pa pagbalikid ko wala na?

Última atualização: 2016-04-18
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When I was around 0224h whole school I noticed the water drop was getting stronger. So I immediately looked for it on the 3rd floor the water was overflowing next to the cr then I turned it of immediatly but the crank was hard of faucet. I was with LG rozon n.l moving downstairs when we noticed that there where two PVC and broken in the back of garden and it's waters was also overflowing LG rozon n.l immediatly painted it'. We immediately told sir cabantac Lyndon and the said the most meters.

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Nang nasa paligid ako ng 0224h buong paaralan napansin ko ang patak ng tubig ay lumalakas. Kaya hinanap ko kaagad ito sa ika-3 palapag ang tubig ay umaapaw sa tabi ng cr pagkatapos ay binalikan ko ito kaagad ngunit ang crank ay matigas na faucet. Kasama ko ang LG rozon nl na gumagalaw sa ibaba nang mapansin namin na doon kung saan ang dalawang PVC at nasira sa likuran ng hardin at tubig ay umaapaw din sa LG rozon nl na agad itong pininturahan '. Agad naming sinabi kay sir cabantac Lyndon at ang nasabing pinakamaraming metro.

Última atualização: 2020-09-13
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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.

Tagalo

isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog

Última atualização: 2020-02-01
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"Dying Inside" It's turning out just another day I took a shower and I went on my way I stopped there as usual Had a coffee and pie When I turned to leave I couldn't believe my eyes Standing there I didn't know what to say Without one touch we stood there face to face And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you You said hello then you asked my name I didn't know if I should go all the way Inside I felt my life have really changed I knew that it would never be the same Standing there I didn't know what to say First time looked away when I whispered your name And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you One hello changed my life I didn't believe in love at first sight But you've shown me what is life And now I know my love (I know it's coming right) And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you"Dying Inside" It's turning out just another day I took a shower and I went on my way I stopped there as usual Had a coffee and pie When I turned to leave I couldn't believe my eyes Standing there I didn't know what to say Without one touch we stood there face to face And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you You said hello then you asked my name I didn't know if I should go all the way Inside I felt my life have really changed I knew that it would never be the same Standing there I didn't know what to say First time looked away when I whispered your name And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you One hello changed my life I didn't believe in love at first sight But you've shown me what is life And now I know my love (I know it's coming right) And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you And I was dying inside to hold you I couldn't believe what I felt for you Dying inside, I was dying inside But I couldn't bring myself to touch you

Tagalo

namamatay sa loob upang hawakan ka

Última atualização: 2017-12-27
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My Most Embarrassing MomentThe most embarrassing moment of my sophomore year was how I earned my nick name, Crash. It all started right after school when I turned on to the busiest street by the school. First I pulled up right behind this truck at a stop sign. After a second, a fellow older student told me that I was really close and that I was going to hit the truck in front of me. At the moment I was trying to tell the kid that I was giving a ride to to get back in the car because he was hanging out the window. Since I was distracted, I thought the long line of traffic had started to move, but it hadn’t. In the blink of an eye I hit the back of the truck in front of me. The devastation sunk in. I was so worried that I damaged the truck, but all that I did was scratch his bumper. Lucky for him! Then it came time to look at my car. My car was ruined. The hood was buckled, the front end was pushed back, and my headlights were broken. Humiliated and scared, I still had to drive my totaled care home. During School that year, I never did hear the end of what had happened that day.

Tagalo

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