Вы искали: saber tooth (Тагальский - Английский)

tooth comb
wide tooth comb in tagalog

tooth pastey
wastong baybay ng salitang toothpaste

sirang wisdom tooth
sirang wisdom tooth

tooth stick for brushing
miswak

papasok kami, tooth fairy.
we're coming through, tooth fairy.

masakit ang wisdom tooth ko
masakit ang wisdom tooth

ano ang tagalog ng tooth paste
ano ang tagalog ng tooth paste

saber ni doc minguito hindi pwede magbantay
saber ni doc minguito hindi pwede magbantay dahil say at may sintomas kay hindi na sya pina pasok para bantayan nyan an pasyente nyan.

supplemwntal feeding to handwashing and tooth brushing area
reimburse letter

pagkatapos ko mag tooth brush at maghilamus ay mag dadasal muna ako
after i brush my toothbrush and brush, i will pray first place

to give you long lasting protection against both bad breath and tooth decay tagalog
while it guards your teeth tagalog

ang baho ng hininga mo mag tooth brush kanga kase baka mamaya mahawaan ako sa iyo yuckkk epal po mabaho na nga yung hininga mo ang panget mo pa
ang baho ng hininga mo mag tooth brush kanga kase baka mamaya infected ako sa iyo yuckkk epal po mabaho na nga yung hininga mo ang panget mo pa

my morning routine every morning is when i woke up i do tooth brush,cooking breakfast, washing the plates, taking bath and went to the school
my morning routine every morning is when i woke up i do tooth brush,cooking breakfast,washed the plates,taking bath and went to the school

sa aking alaalaang saber tooth curriculum ay nagtataglay ng edukasyon na nagsimula sa fish grabbing, horse clubbing, at tiger scaring matagal bago magbasa, magsulat, at mag - aritmetika. pagkatapos ng mga orihinal na tatlong mga paksa ay itinatag, ito ay naging mahirap na baguhin ang kurikulum.
the saber tooth curriculum holds that education started with fish grabbing, horse clubbing, and tiger scaring long before reading, writing, and arithmetic. after these original three subjects were established, it became difficult to change the curriculum.

she stepped down from the carretela of ca celin with a quick, delicate grace. she was lovely. she was tall. she looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth. "you are baldo," she said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. her nails were long, but they were not painted. she was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom. and a small dimple appeared momently high on her right cheek. "and this is labang of whom i have heard so much." she held the wrist of one hand with the other and looked at labang, and labang never stopped chewing his cud. he swallowed and brought up to his mouth more cud and the sound of his insides was like a drum. i laid a hand on labang's massive neck and said to her: "you may scratch his forehead now." she hesitated and i saw that her eyes were on the long, curving horns. but she came and touched labang's forehead with her long fingers, and labang never stopped chewing his cud except that his big eyes half closed. and by and by she was scratching his forehead very daintily. my brother leon put down the two trunks on the grassy side of the road. he paid ca celin twice the usual fare from the station to the edge of nagrebcan. then he was standing beside us, and she turned to him eagerly. i watched ca celin, where he stood in front of his horse, and he ran his fingers through its forelock and could not keep his eyes away from her. "maria---" my brother leon said. he did not say maring. he did not say mayang. i knew then that he had always called her maria and that to us all she would be maria; and in my mind i said 'maria' and it was a beautiful name. "yes, noel." now where did she get that name? i pondered the matter quietly to myself, thinking father might not like it. but it was only the name of my brother leon said backward and it sounded much better that way. "there is nagrebcan, maria," my brother leon said, gesturing widely toward the west. she moved close to him and slipped her arm through his. and after a while she said quietly. "you love nagrebcan, don't you, noel?" ca celin drove away hi-yi-ing to his horse loudly. at the bend of the camino real where the big duhat tree grew, he rattled the handle of his braided rattan whip against the spokes of the wheel. we stood alone on the roadside. the sun was in our eyes, for it was dipping into the bright sea. the sky was wide and deep and very blue above us: but along the saw-tooth rim of the katayaghan hills to the southwest flamed huge masses of clouds. before us the fields swam in a golden haze through which floated big purple and red and yellow bubbles when i looked at the sinking sun. labang's white coat, which i had wshed and brushed that morning with coconut husk,
she stepped down from the carretela of ca celin with a quick, delicate grace. she was lovely. she was tall. she looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth. "you are baldo," she said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. her nails were long, but they were not painted. she was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom. and a small dimple appeared momently high on her right cheek. "and this is labang of whom i have heard so much." she held