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sa kabila ng ito at bawal
bukod sa ito at bawal

ako at may sarangola ito at lumilipad
ako at may sarangola ito at lumilipad

kaya't sisirin mo ang tanong kong ito at singsing kong ito ay ng maangkin mo
kaya't sisirin mo ang tanong kong ito at singsing kong ito ay ng maangkin mo

ang bata ay naka higa sa daanan at ng lilimos sa mga tao para may ma ipon ito at may makain
anong masasabi mo sa mga batang binugbog nya

hindi papayag na apihin lamang ng mga dayuhan sa halip sasalungatin ito at ipapaglalaban ang karapatang pantao
ang pagsakop ng mga dayuhan

bili na po kayo ng aming product mora lang po ito at mabango pa at mora lang po ito 179 lang po beli na po kayo
bili na po kayo ng aming product mora lang po ito at mabango pa at mora lang lang po ito 179 lang po beli na po kayo

dahil sa aking trabaho at nasa malayo ito at hindi pwedeng lumiban.sana po ay ay inyong maunawaan.
dahil sa aking trabaho at nasa malayo ito at hindi pwedeng lumiban.sana po ay inyong maunawaan

ang aking goal ay ang mapanatili ang pagiging healthy at mamaintain ito at lalo pa maging healthy sa pamamagitan ng pag peperform ng aerobics exercise
ang aking goal ay ang mapanatili ang aking pagiging healthy at mamaintain ito at mas lalo pang maging healthysa paraan ng pag peperform ng aerobics exercise

kilangan habang maaga pa maprevent ang sitwasyon na ito upang hindi pa lumala ang gawaing ito at kailangan kausapin natin si pablo about sa nangyayari.
kilangan habang maaga pa maprevent ang sitwasyon na ito upang hindi pa lumala ang paggawa nito at kailangan kausapin natin si pablo tungkol sa nangyayari.

english ng kahit maraming problema dumadaan sa akin buhay nakakayanan padin ito at nagpapasalamat ako kay lord kasi blessed padin ako sa lahat kahit minsa nakakalimutan ko na sya still anjan parin sya sakin , kaya thank you kay lord pati narin kila mama at papa
english ng kahit maraming problema dumadaan sa akin buhay nakakayanan padin ito at nagpapasalamat ako kay lord kasi blessed padin ako sa lahat kahit minsa nakakalimutan ko na sya still anjan parin sya sakin , kaya thank you kay lord pati narin kila mama at papa

at lalot higit sa unbound foundation na nagbigay ng cash assistance habang kamiy nasa panahon ng kagipitan dalawang beses silang nagpaabot ng tulong sa amin kaya lubos po ang pasasalamt ng mga magulang ko sa foundation na ito at sa mga taong nag abala kahit sa panahon ng takot ng bawat isa sa sakit na coved 19 n a naging sanhi ng kagipitan ng bawat tao.
sobrang pasalamat ng aking mga magulang sa ibinigay na releif goods ng aming locality kahit kunti ay pasalamat pa rin dahil itoy bigay ni god

.ang nagturo sa kanya ay si ms. sullivan sa una nahirapan si hellen na umintindi habang tumatagal ay natutunan niya rin ito at unang natutunan niya ay ang love na ang gamit ay daliri para maintindihan ito. lumipas ang ilang buwan naisip niyang kakayanin ang hirap na dinaranas niya sa mahabang panahon.
one of the things he wanted to happen was for him to learn to understand the word. the one who taught him was ms. sullivan at first found it hard for hellen to comprehend as time went on he also learned it and the first thing he learned was love that using fingers to understand it. a few months later he thought he could handle the hardship he had been going through for a long time.

"hilahin ang lilim; nais kong makita," utos niya, tahimik. sumunod si sue. matapos ang matinding pag-ulan at mabangis na hangin na humihip sa gabi, may nakatayo pa sa pader ng isang dahon ng ivy. ito ang huli sa puno ng ubas. madilim pa ang berde sa gitna. ngunit ang mga gilid nito ay may kulay na dilaw. matapang itong nakabitin mula sa sangay mga pitong metro sa itaas ng lupa. "ito na ang huli," sabi ni johnsy. "akala ko tiyak na mahuhulog ito sa gabi. narinig ko ang hangin. mahuhulog ito ngayon at mamamatay ako nang sabay." "mahal, mahal!" sabi ni sue, isinandal ang kanyang pagod na mukha patungo sa kama. "isipin mo ako, kung hindi mo iisipin ang iyong sarili. ano ang gagawin ko?" ngunit hindi sumagot si johnsy. kinaumagahan, nang magaan, hiniling ni johnsy na itaas ang window shade. nariyan pa rin ang dahon ng ivy. matagal nang nakahiga si johnsy, tinitingnan ito. at pagkatapos ay tumawag siya kay sue, na naghahanda ng sopas ng manok. "ako ay isang masamang babae," sabi ni johnsy. "may isang bagay na ginawa sa huling dahon na manatili roon upang ipakita sa akin kung gaano ako masama. mali ang nais na mamatay. maaaring dalhin mo ako ng kaunting sopas ngayon." isang oras mamaya sinabi niya: "balang araw inaasahan kong ipinta ang bay of naples." nang maglaon, dumating ang doktor, at si sue ay nakipag-usap sa kanya sa pasilyo. "kahit na ang mga pagkakataon," sabi ng doktor. "sa pamamagitan ng mabuting pag-aalaga, mananalo ka. at ngayon dapat akong makakita ng isa pang kaso na mayroon ako sa iyong gusali. behrman, ang kanyang pangalan ay - ilang uri ng isang artista, naniniwala ako. pneumonia, masyadong. siya ay isang luma, mahina na tao. at ang kanyang kaso ay malubha. walang pag-asa para sa kanya; ngunit pumupunta siya sa ospital ngayon upang luwag ang kanyang sakit. " kinabukasan, sinabi ng doktor kay sue: "nanganib siya. napanalunan mo. nutrisyon at pangangalaga ngayon - iyon lang." kalaunan nang araw na iyon, dumating si sue sa kama kung saan nahiga si johnsy, at inilagay ang isang braso sa kanya. "may sasabihin ako sa iyo, puting mouse," aniya. "si mister behrman ay namatay sa pulmonya ngayon sa ospital. nakasakit lamang siya ng dalawang araw. natagpuan nila sa kanya ang umaga ng unang araw sa kanyang silid na wala sa silungan ng sakit.ang kanyang sapatos at damit ay ganap na basa at malamig na malamig. hindi nila maisip kung saan siya ay nasa tulad ng isang kakila-kilabot na gabi. at pagkatapos ay nakakita sila ng isang parol, naaaninag pa rin. at nakita nila ang isang hagdan na inilipat mula sa lugar nito. at mga suplay ng sining at isang board ng pagpipinta na may berde at dilaw na kulay na halo-halong dito. aow, mahal, sa huling dahon ng ivy sa dingding. hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit hindi ito kailanman lumipat nang humihip ang hangin? ah, mahal, ito ay obra maestra ng behrman - ipininta niya ito doon sa gabing nahulog ang huling dahon. "
many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."