Você procurou por: bakit nandito ang litrato ko sa iyong computer (Tagalo - Inglês)

pagbubutihan ko ang trabaho ko sa iyong mama
matutulog na ako madam kasi gabi na dito sa pilipinas

ang ganitong uri ng file ay maaaring makapinsala sa iyong computer
this type of file can harm your computer

sunlog ko sa iyong tita
sunlog ko sa imong tita

hiling ko sa iyong kaarawan
i wish that your birthday again

salamat mahal ko sa iyong panalangin
i thank you for your prayers

mahanuson ka karukalupot ang pagkalugi ko sa iyong garalangaw sa udo
mahanuson ka karukalupot ang pagkamoot ko sa imo garalangaw sa udo

sana nandito ang tatay ko sa tabi namin para kasama at masaya kami
i wish my father was

gusto niyang kunin ang litrato ko ngayon din.
he want's to shoot me right now.

nais ko sa iyo ang lahat ng pinakamahusay sa iyong mga pagsisikap sa hinaharap
i wish you all the best in your future endeavors

sa tuwing nakikita ko ang litrato ko noong bata pako ay namimiss kita tatay
every time i see you i get happy

tigilan mo paggamit ng pangalan at litrato ko sa account mo..tarantado ka kong sino ka man.
stop using my name and photo in your account. you are a guarantor of who you are.

para sa iyong kaalaman, misyon ko sa buhay na pagsilbihan ang sexy na ito.
for your information, i have made it my life's mission to serve this sexy mountain of a man.

nais ko sa iyo ng maraming kaligayahan kasaganaan, magandang kapalaran qnd lahat ng iyong inaasahan para sa iyong mga pangarap ay matupad
i wish you lots of happiness prosperity,good fortune and everything you are hoping for your dreams come true

natutunan ko sa musika na hindi lng dapat kinakanta ang kanta dapat ineexpress mo ito sa iyong damdamin at dapat alam mo ang mga notes hindi yung nangangapa ka lng
natutunan ko sa musika na hindi lng dapat kinakanta ang kanta dapat ineexpress mo ito sa iyong damdamin at dapat alam mo ang mga notes hindi yung nangangapa ka lng thanks

magandang hapon sir, na nabanggit sa iyong kahilingan. ipapadala ko sa iyo ang isang kopya kapag nakumpleto na.
good afternoon sir, well noted on your request. i'll send you a copy once finalized.

wha gawin. nais ng puso ko sa iyo.sinabi ng puso na lumapit sa akin sa iyong video upang maaari akong mabaliw ang may sakit na muling magkita.my mahal na makilala natin upang makalimutan ka pabalik
wha to do. my heart wanted you.my heart says come to me in your video so i can be crazy ang sick come again.my dear let's meet toget you back

ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin
not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?