Você procurou por: im sorry for the people i hurt when i was hurt (Inglês - Tagalo)

to the people i hurt
humingi ng kapatawaran sa mga tao na aking nasaktan

sorry for the inconvenience i was just bored
sorry sa istorbo bored lang ako

and to all the people i was with
at sa lahat ng mga taong nakasama ko

sorry to the people i hurt, hindi ko to ginusto pero hindi ako fale na tao
sorry sa mga taong nasaktan ko,

im sorry for the past mistake that i did i know i hurt u so much but please let me try again lets me fix this problem that i caused
maligayang bagong taon pag - ibig, salamat sa pagpaparamdam sa akin espesyal at mahal. im sorry for the past mistake that i did i know i hurt u so much but please let me try again lets me fix this problem that i caused

hello im sorry for what i said im sorry for what i said im sorry for the hurtful things i said
hello im sorry for what i said im sorry for what i said im sorry for the hurtful things i said

happy new year love, thank you for making me feel special and loved. im sorry for the past mistake that i did i know i hurt u so much but please let me try again lets me fix this problem that i caused
maligayang bagong taon pag - ibig, salamat sa pagpaparamdam sa akin espesyal at mahal. im sorry for the past mistake that i did i know i hurt u so much but please let me try again lets me fix this problem that i caused

i know i hurt you, i'm not asking you to forgive me right away. i was hurt too and deserve this.
i know i hurt you, i’m not asking you to forgive me right away. i was hurt too and deserve this.

my grandfather died when i was 5yrs old he is my four grandfather and i really love her but it’s really hurt when he died
my grandfather died when i was 5yrs old he is my four grandfather and i really love her but it's really hurt when he died

i'm sorry to the people i hurt so much, i know there's no forgiveness for what i did wrong to the person i hurt. i hope you forgive me because i was brought into a friendship that was wrong. i'm just a human being, i make mistakes
sorry sa mga taong nasaktan ko ng lubos alm ko walang kapatawaran ang ginawa kung mali sa taong nasaktan ko sana mapatawad ninyu ako kasi nadala ako sa pagkakaibigan na mali atzka lumambot ang puso ko sa taong ndi marunong tulongan sana mapatawad ako nang taong nasaktan ko nagkamali lang ako tao lang po ako nag kakamali

im sorry for the late reply my love 💕💕 i really want to see you in video call but i'm thinking about your phone you're using my 💕 love because is only iphone can connect to our wifi connection my love 💕😘😘😘
im sorry for the late reply my love 💕💕 i really want to see you in video call but i 'm thinking about your phone you' re using my 💕 love because is only iphone can connect to our wifi connection my love 💕😘😘😘

erik first of all i sincerely apologize for the things i did to you, all of those things have a deep reason so i was forced to do that. erik you are one of the best people i know my ids will prove it's the last time
erik una sa lahat ako ay taos lubos na humihingi ng kapatawaran sa mga bagay na ginawa ko sa iyo, lahat ng bagay na iyan ay may malalim na dahilan kaya ako ay napilitan na gawin yun. erik isa ka sa napakabuting tao na nakilala ko, kung alam mo lang ang sitwasyon ko ngayon ay maiintindihan mo kung bakit ko nagawa ang lahat ng ito 😢😢 ngayong nasa punto na tayo ng huling oras na pamamaalam sa isat isa ipapakita ko na din sa iyo ang aking mga id na magpapatunay na ito na ang huling oras na ta

i wrote my explanation of what i did wrong and it was my fault in the company and the people who trusted me especially my boss sir rob valerio who was able to put a lot of trust in me. i admit that what i received from the human resource department was correct in writing that i received from the human resource department from when i ordered 2 people to come home first and deliver a colleague to work until the people in the chb project were doing something other than what i was alleged
ako po ay sumulat ng aking paliwanag sa mga nagawa kong mali at kasalanan sa kumpanya at sa mga taong nagtiwala sa akin lalong lalo na po sa butihin kong amo na si sir rob valerio na nakapa laki ng tiwala sa akin. inaamin ko po na tama ang mga nakasulat sa aking nte na natanggap ko mula sa human resource department mula sa pag utos ko sa 2 tao na umuwi muna at maghatid ng kasamahan sa trabaho hanggang sa pagpa gawa ng mga i.d's ng mga tao sa chb project maliban po sa isang ipinaparatang sa akin

most of the new people i meet. their first impression of me is that i am an artist. so when i met you, that was also what i thought was your first impression of me. but i was wrong. i just want you to. that's when i realize that not everyone thinks the same of me. yon and the gratitude
karamihan sa mga bagong tao na nakakasalamuha ko ang kanilang first impression sa akin ay maarte daw ako.kaya nong makilala kita yun din ang naisip ko na first impression mo sa akin.pero nagkamali ako .bang maging kaibigan kita nasabi mo sa akin na sa simula pa lang gusto mo na ang ugali ko .doon ko na realize na hindi lahat ng tao ay pare pareho ng iniisip sa akin.sa dami ng pinag samahan natin,sa dami ng napag usapan natin,may isang bagay pa ako na hindi nasasabi sayo at yon at ang pasasalamat

i thank you for everything you did when i was a baby until now mom know i love u even though i'm a rebel and you always hurt and i know you chose dad even though it was hard on you so i made my kid happy you don't want to lose your family, but this is all i can give you to finish your studies and get a job to help with expenses and for the business to be able to raise saten moms i love you so much
ma salamat sa lahat na ginawa mo saken nung baby pa ko hanggang sa ngayon mama alam mo na mahal na mahal kita kahit ako ay pasaway at palagi mong sinasaktan at ma alam kong pinili mo si papa kahit na mahirap sayo yun kaya pinilitmong i anak ako kase ayaw mong may mawala sa pamilya naten ma ito lang po ang maiibigay ko sayo na makapag tapos ng pag aaral pati makapag trabaho para makatulong sa gastusin at para narin sa negosyo na makakapag angat din saten mama mahal na mahal kita

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.
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