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so many of my smiles begin with you

Tagalo

i met a girl and got lost in her smile

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so many of my smiles start with you

Tagalo

marami sa aking mga ngiti ay nagsisimula sa iyo

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i want to spend rest of my life with you

Tagalo

gusto kong gumastos ng pahinga ng aking buhay sa iyo

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Inglês

i hear many of my colleagues

Tagalo

ang naramdaman ko

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with so many of our unified roads

Tagalo

sa dami rami na ng ainag daanan

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Inglês

disney taught me so many lessons that i will engraved for the rest of my life.

Tagalo

itinuro sa akin ng disney kaya't mga aral na maaaring ako ay nakaukit sa natitirang buhay ko.

Última atualização: 2021-06-19
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Inglês

you are the cause of my smile

Tagalo

ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit ako masaya

Última atualização: 2019-01-19
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Inglês

being with you is the best part of my life but then why you left me in tagalog

Tagalo

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Inglês

there so many reason to be happy, but with you you are i cant explain.. without you.. what life is for?..

Tagalo

sobrang puno ng puso ko hindi ko maipaliwanag

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Inglês

i love you always and forever mah fav person😍 that make me happy and smile everyday😌 thank you for being part of my life ❤ ill cherish every moment that im with you because i really love you💞💖💘

Tagalo

mahal kita palagi at magpakailanman mah fav person😍 na nagpapasaya sa akin at ngumiti araw-araw salamat sa pagiging bahagi ng aking buhay ❤ sakit na mahal sa bawat sandali na nakakasama sa iyo dahil mahal na mahal kita

Última atualização: 2019-11-15
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i am joe salvador dayrit who pleads with you in the coming october 15, 2019 i am late payment due to renewal of my rental contract and my collections are also delayed so i apologize in the past i pay to grant my request again in the end i pay my obligation to write to know at the high council thanks

Tagalo

ako ay si joe salvador dayrit na nakikiusap mili sainyo sa darating na october 15 2019 ay ma late nanaman ako sa pagbayad sa kadahilanan nag renew ako ng aking kontrata sa paupahan at ang mga koleksyon ko ay ma delayed din kaya humihinge ako ng pasensya sa mga nakaraan kong pagbayad sa mapagbigyan muli ang aking kahilingan sa huli ko nanaman pagbabayd ng aking obligasyon sumulat nako para malaman kagad ng mataas na kapulungan salamat

Última atualização: 2019-09-27
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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

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i stepped outside. it had rained all day, and i could feel the moisture in the air. for some reason, i’d always loved thunderstorms. they reminded me of nights from my childhood when my family would gather on the porch, blanketed by the safety of our house, watching the violent swirl of rain and lightning rip through the neighborhood from what seemed like a far distance. we were right in the thick of the chaos, but it didn’t feel like it. all 6 of us would stand together, silent, in awe of the powerful and destructive force of nature unfolding before our eyes, invoking a sense of peace and calm within each of us. i walked into the parking lot, heading towards my car. the air smelled like rain and it brought back that same sense of peace and calm i used to have. i felt happy. it was my second time visiting this new friend in this new town. i had parked in the same spot as last time. as i approached my parking spot, something was off. a brief moment passed that felt longer than it should have felt. i looked around, as if to second-guess the fact that i was standing here, in this spot, right now. it was gone. disappeared. my stomach dropped. a thing that i had so clearly owned had vanished. my own possession, which i had worked for and paid for, which had carried me on multiple journeys across the country, which is uniquely part of my story and mine alone, had been ripped away from me. as soon as i gained proper functioning of my senses, i concluded that one of two things had happened. either someone had broken the window, hot wired my car and driven off, or some vulture towed it as part of his job description. i’m a big believer in not over-complicating things, so i assumed the more reasonable latter. my fists were tightly clenched. i paced around with an air of haste. my sense of peace and calm had transformed in a matter of moments. i’d been in this situation before, so it wasn’t confusion that i felt. i couldn’t quite put my finger on it. i found the sign i was unconsciously looking for, and dialed the number, almost automatically. “what kind of car is it?…uhhh…yeah i’m pretty sure we have it…well i dunno for sure, i haven’t seen it…they’re closed…monday at 8:30 am………i’m in georgia, bud…8:30 monday…” i felt as if i was chained to a wall. i had nothing but my words with which to fight for what was rightfully mine, and my words didn’t matter. they shattered like sugar glass against the structure that had been imposed by some faceless voice on the phone, utterly out of my reach. if i screamed, i felt as if the sound would fade to silence no more than 2 inches from my face, reaching nobody. i felt helpless. i started walking. it was still wet. the moisture in the air felt sticky and gross. … i saw my apartment, but kept walking. i was heading for the tow company lot. initially i didn’t realize i had made up my mind, but my quickened pace told me everything i needed to know. i was not going to let somebody impose their own structure on me. i decided to take control of the situation. i was in charge of my own freedom and i wouldn’t let anybody take that away from me. it was a 30 minute walk to the lot, so i had some time to devise my plan. there would probably be fences, and they would probably be locked up with a chain. i could climb over the fence no problem; i had done so many times before. i had my snowboard and a bag of winter clothes in my car since i hadn’t fully moved into my new place yet. in that bag was a ski mask, so i could conceal my face in the likely event that i was caught on a security camera. my license plates were attached to my old address, halfway across the country. i would be difficult to locate. the towing company was a small local company, so i assumed they didn’t have enough disposable resources to justify fighting a legal battle over a lost tow fee. i needed to register my car in my new state anyways, which i would do first thing that week. that way the license plate they had on file would no longer be valid. i was betting on the fact that pursuing me would be too much of a cost to be worth it. i also had a set of pliers in my car, which i would use to loosen the chain. this might take some work, but it could be done. once the chain was loosened, it was a matter of busting through the fence. i would just need to pick up enough speed. my jeep could take the hit, no problem. i had arrived. it was time to make the move. i jumped the fence easily and stealthily made my way to my car. i opened it up, located my ski mask, put it on, and grabbed the pliers. my heart was pounding. i ran over to the fence. the chain was thicker than i had imagined. i worked on it. i found the weak spot and tried to pry it open. it wouldn’t budge. i kept trying. i must have been working at it for 30 minutes. i looked at my watch and less than 5 minutes had passed. i stuck with it. after 10 minutes, i had noticeably chipped away at the metal. my hand was cramped. i switched hands and kept wor

Tagalo

kalayaan sa pagpili

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lord, let me hear your call. open my ears to hear your voice. sensitize my heart to your spirit’s conviction.  i don’t want to be a child you must discipline. make me compliant with your will. you know me in and out, nothing in my life is hidden from you. so many times my deeds are corrupt acts of idolatry which is nothing more than spiritual prostitution. the worst part is this sin keeps your involvement in my life at arms length. lord help me! i am actively pushing away your warm embrace.  my prideful acts of self-reliance fall back on me testifying of my need for you.  no wonder i haven’t been able to feel your presence or see your intervention when i’ve called on your name.  forgive me for only calling on you when i was in a jam.  your manifest presence left a long time ago and i didn’t even know it.  i’m left with half finished projects that did not start with you and it looks like they’ll not end with you either. no wonder my religion is useless and i am taken captive in life.  lord, i respond to your call and your conviction. i return to you now, repenting of all my idols and acknowledging you as lord.

Tagalo

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Inglês

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. it’s 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 other people’s letters. you

Tagalo

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the female voice 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

Tagalo

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what should i write? there are so many thing i could choose from. why does this bug me so that i have a headache you may ask, or what does it even matter? well those are all good questions, but what i need to know is, what should i write for this soliloquy? should it be something good, or rather something bad, should it be on a topic, or just off the top of my head? i need to know, what should i write? rather it be something as divine, or something that will make me shine? should it be what i wear, to what i bear? rather it be what i hate, or why this might be late? what should i write?

Tagalo

s wkas ngkawifi din. malas naman

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a man with a faded, well worn notebook open in his lap. a woman experiencing a morning ritual she doesn’t understand. until he begins to read to her. the notebook is an achingly tender story about the enduring power of love, a story of miracles that will stay with you forever. set amid the austere beauty of coastal north carolina in 1946, the notebook begins with the story of noah calhoun, a rural southerner returned home from world war ii. noah, thirty one, is restoring a plantation home to its former glory, and he is haunted by images of the beautiful girl he met fourteen years earlier, a girl he loved like no other. unable to find her, yet unwilling to forget the summer they spent together, noah is content to live with only memories. . . until she unexpectedly returns to his town to see him once again. allie nelson, twenty nine, is now engaged to another man, but realizes that the original passion she felt for noah has not dimmed with the passage of time. still, the obstacles that once ended their previous relationship remain, and the gulf between their worlds is too vast to ignore. with her impending marriage only weeks away, allie is forced to confront her hopes and dreams for the future, a future that only she can shape. like a puzzle within a puzzle, the story of noah and allie is just beginning. as it unfolds, their tale miraculously becomes something different, with much higher stakes. the result is a deeply moving portrait of love itself, the tender moments, and fundamental changes that affect us all. shining with a beauty that is rarely found in current literature, the notebook establishes nicholas sparks as a classic storyteller with a unique insight into the only emotion that really matters.

Tagalo

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Inglês

a man with a faded, well worn notebook open in his lap. a woman experiencing a morning ritual she doesn’t understand. until he begins to read to her. the notebook is an achingly tender story about the enduring power of love, a story of miracles that will stay with you forever. set amid the austere beauty of coastal north carolina in 1946, the notebook begins with the story of noah calhoun, a rural southerner returned home from world war ii. noah, thirty one, is restoring a plantation home to its former glory, and he is haunted by images of the beautiful girl he met fourteen years earlier, a girl he loved like no other. unable to find her, yet unwilling to forget the summer they spent together, noah is content to live with only memories. . . until she unexpectedly returns to his town to see him once again. allie nelson, twenty nine, is now engaged to another man, but realizes that the original passion she felt for noah has not dimmed with the passage of time. still, the obstacles that once ended their previous relationship remain, and the gulf between their worlds is too vast to ignore. with her impending marriage only weeks away, allie is forced to confront her hopes and dreams for the future, a future that only she can shape. like a puzzle within a puzzle, the story of noah and allie is just beginning. as it unfolds, their tale miraculously becomes something different, with much higher stakes. the result is a deeply moving portrait of love itself, the tender moments, and fundamental changes that affect us all. shining with a beauty that is rarely found in current literature, the notebook establishes nicholas sparks as a classic storyteller with a unique insight into the only emotion that really matters.

Tagalo

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friends and family – i'd like to thank all of you for being here today, especially since many of you knew that i'd want to say a few words … it’s very touching that you still decided to come. from the moment we got engaged i’ve been thinking about this wedding. i just wanted everything to be perfect and was determined not to overlook even the most insignificant detail. but i needn’t have worried, his best man made sure he was there. i’m so glad to be married to paul; caring, talented, modest, charming – i can see why he picked me. seriously, i don’t think there could ever be anyone in this world more perfect for me than paul is and i appreciate my good fortune in marrying such a warm-hearted and loving man. when we first started going out together i was attracted by his ambition, drive and determination. three years later, when he proposed to me, i realised that without those qualities our marriage would still be as strong and i’d love him just as much. paul brings out the good in me, he makes me laugh and he makes me enjoy each and every moment of life just by being a part of mine. they say that you don't marry someone you can live with – you marry the person who you cannot live without. this is certainly true with paul, i simply couldn’t live without him and i look forward to growing old and grey with him at my side. but a lot of people seem to think there is a big difference to your relationship once you are married. someone told me that before marriage a man will lay awake all night thinking about something you said, while after marriage he'll fall asleep before you have finished saying it. well, paul has talked to me about marriage and how life is going to change. he spoke about the hours in front of the kitchen sink, the washing of socks, unpaid secretary, social organiser, babysitter, cook, etc … and for the first couple of months asked if i’d be willing to help him out. today would not have gone nearly so well without the generous help of so many people – and whilst my husband has already taken care of the ‘thank yous’, i would like to single out a few of you for my own praise. firstly, my wonderful mother who has been a pillar of strength over the last eight months and the rock of the foundation on which this whole day has been built. in my life she has made me very happy and i must take this opportunity to thank her not only for her enduring and mostly patient love, but also for planning and executing such a wonderful day as today. moving on to my father, who wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams and succeeded. i understand there was a bet going on as to whether he would have tears in his eyes when he walked me down the aisle today. he did have tears in his eyes, but that might have been because he was worrying over what he would say to his bank manager on monday morning. my dad is a formidable character as well as a devoted family man. we are very close and, not surprisingly, given his spirit, his generosity and his wisdom, i’ve always looked up to him. it would take quite a man to live up to my father, but in paul, i have found that man. there are other parents i want to thank too – my husband’s, for their generous contribution and their continuous support in the lead up to the wedding. sally and ray made me feel so welcome right from the very first time i met them and i feel immensely fortunate to have married into such a great family. my sincere wish is that together paul and i can build a home that is as welcoming and as full of love and happiness as theirs is – personally speaking i also quite like the idea of five bedrooms, three bathrooms and a big garden too. of course, i have another special reason to thank sally and ray – their care and guidance over the years has had a very positive influence over paul and their very best qualities have rubbed off on him. they raised him so he’d grow up to be a perfect husband. look how well he did today saying, ‘i do’ at the right place in the ceremony. as long as he keeps saying ‘yes dear’ we'll have a wonderful marriage. our supporting cast deserves recognition as well. and they are all of paul’s brothers, gary, richard and mark – our ushers. paul’s best man and best friend, jason … depending on the contents of his speech they might even stay friends. my bridesmaids, helen and liz – who have been a terrific help to me, not only today, but throughout the many weeks of intense wedding preparation. and last but not least, i’d like to make a special mention of lucy, my chief bridesmaid. she is the unsung heroine of this wedding, without all her effort today would not have been half as enjoyable for me. she is my oldest and dearest friend and we have been through some bad times and we have been through a lot of good times. her friendship has been a source of strength to me throughout the years and i felt honoured to have her standing with me today. finally, let me end as i began, by thanking you all once again for coming tonight. i can honestly say that today would not have been the same if we had not been in the company of our dear friends and family. at wedding’s it is the guests that create the party atmosphere and you good people have certainly done that for us. may i propose a toast to love, laughter and friendship. cheers!

Tagalo

kasal pananalita mula sa bride sa lahat

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