Você procurou por: than my stomach started getting painful (Inglês - Africâner)

my stomach tag
my magtag

i started getting ready for school
ek het begin regmaak

and i started getting ready for school
ek gaan nie vandag skool to

you make me have butterflies in my stomach my love
ek het skoenlappers in my maag

my stomach was so sore and my heart beated so fast
my maag is so seer en my hart so vinnig opgeklopte

"pardon: my stomach is too weak for such a fiery drink!"
verskoon, maar my maag is te swak vir so 'n vurige drank!

even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
nog altyd geld my geklaag as wederstrewigheid; my hand lê swaar op my gesug.

neither have i gone back from the commandment of his lips; i have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
van die gebod van sy lippe het ek nie afgewyk nie; die woorde van sy mond het ek bewaar meer as my eie wet.

the first time holding my baby sister was so magical and i never wanted to let her go.that smile that was on her face made my stomach to have a butterfly sensation. this feeling could be flat once in life and i treasured every moment.as i held her in my arms i made a promise to myself to keep her as much as i can,whenever i can
die frist tyd om my babasussie vas te hou was so magies en ek wou haar nooit laat gaan nie. daardie glimlag wat op haar gesig was, het my maag 'n vlindersensasie laat kry. hierdie gevoel kan een keer in die lewe plat wees en ek het elke keer waardeer moment.as ek haar in my arms gehou het, het ek 'n belofte aan myself gemaak om haar soveel as moontlik te hou, wanneer ek kan

an incident i will never forget. sleeping that's what i have been doing for the last two hours. i was exhausted and famished . so i had to stand up and go make myself food which was very tiring for a teenager like me. so i ended up making alfredo pasta and let me tell you it tasted amazing. then suddenly the door was slammed open. a dark figure stood outside the door. the person looked kinda tipsy. he couldn't stand upright. i tried to see who it was, then i saw that person was none other than my father. he was drunk. my father never drank and what shocked me the most was he had another female with him. my father then ordered me to go to him. i hesitantly went to him. he then slapped me. he started shouting at me, accusing me. he told me it's all my fault i'm the cause of why his wife died. he then told me from now on this lady will be my mom. that's when i said something. i argued with him saying that no one can replace my mom, and it's not my fault moms dead. he told me if i dont listen to his rules i better go out. so that's what i did. i went upstairs, took all my necessary stuff, packed all my clothes then went downstairs. i walked past him and out the door i went. but i didn't think about where i am gonna stay. that's when i called my best friend. she allowed me to stay by her house till i can find another place to stay. i actually dont regret living that place. i actually feel relieved. and that is the incident i will never forget.
'n opstel oor voorval in die skool sal ek nooit vergeet nie