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and, of course, no one believed him
i once believed

of course no one else
syempre walang baon

almost no one believed him.
halos walang naniwala sa kanya.

no one believed me at first.
walang naniwala sa akin nung una.

sleepless and of course sleepless awake
walang tulog at syempre walang gising

ri am always here as a friend and of course as your wife
nandito lang ako lagi bilang kaibigan at syempre bilang asawa mo

and, of course, you're going to have to give me a blow job.
at siyempre, kailangan tsupain mo ako.

im your first kiss, your first love,your first friend…and of course im your mom and you are my little boy
ako ang first kiss mo

first of all i want to thank god for this achievement and of course to my family who support me and by the way congrats to all students
una sa lahat nais kong pasalamatan ang diyos para sa nakamit na ito at syempre sa aking pamilya na sumusuporta sa akin at by the way congrats sa lahat ng mga mag-aaral

i am capable of singing, dancing and of course i also have the ability to make people happy for being joking and laughing because they are brought to aking laughter
ako ay may kakayahang kumanta, sumayaw at syempre may kakayahan din ako na makapagpasaya ng tao dahil sa pagiging palabiro at patawa ko dahil nadadala sila sa asking tawa

i’m here at cav, just want to see you. medyo drunk and of course, bored. hope all is well with u😙 good night✨
i 'm here at cav, just want to see you. medyo lasing and of course, bored. hope all is well with u😙 good night✨

i will spend my vacation learning things i never knew or things i wanted to know or experience in my childhood as i enjoy my vacation with my family and of course at the end of the day i thank god i got all that on my vacation
i gugugol ko ang bakasyon ko na matutunan ang mga bagay na hindi ko pa alam o yung mga bagay na gusto kong malaman o maranasan sa aking buhay habang bata pa akoi e enjoy ko ang aking bakasyon ko with my family at siyempre at the end of the day pasasalamatan ko ang poong maykapal na natamo ko ang lahat ng iyon sa aking bakasyon

according to the interviewees they all answered that education is important to people who want to enter the business like a salon. because according to them that is what you will handle in life and of course skills and courage for those who want to do business like a salon.
ayon sa mga interviewees lahat sila any sumagot na mahalaga ang edukasyon sa mga taong gustong pumasok sa pag nenegosyo gaya ng salon. kasi ayon sa kanila yun ang pang hahawakan mo panlaban sa buhay at syempre skills at lakas ng loob para sa mga gustong mag negosyo gaya ng salon.

the fifth day of our day, i enjoyed this day because we were covered with porridge with egg. i have done so much today including circulating invitations to each department for events open tomorrow and of course they encode us and do not teach us how to scan a printer machine. in the afternoon we were served a snack again as we would arrange a seat at the training center for the occasion tomorrow.
ang pang limang araw ng aming ojt, masaya para sa akin ang araw na ito kasi nilibre kami ng lugaw with egg. marami akong nagawa sa araw na ito kabilang na ang pagdideliver ng mga invitation sa bawat department para sa gaganaping okasyon bukas at syempre pinag encode nila kami at ti nuruan kung paano mag scan sa printer machine. nang hapon ay pinakain ulit kami ng meryenda dahil daw mag aayos kami ng upuan sa training center para sa okasyon bukas.

we were all exited even though we were at the airport entrance. i'm with my family and of course so we can have time for our family. what if we're all busy with jobs and school so we'll make the most of this vacation
exited na kaming lahat kahit nasa entrance palang kami ng airport. kasama ko ang aking pamilya syempre upang magkaroon naman kami ng time para sa pamilya namin. kung busy na naman kaming lahat sa mga trabaho at pag aaral kaya susulitin na namin itong bakasyon

because people during the early times were nomads or when they are said to be nomads, they move around to different places. and of course so that you can go or come back, you can travel, and you can go around different places, they make maps. it also started. to the babylonians it improved in their time they're are able to draw a map geography began because there were nomads. who went to a place and then when all the provinces were reached in one place make a map now. par
dahil ang mga tao kase during the early times mga nomad o kapag sinabing nomad sila po yung palipat lipat sa ibat ibang lugar.at syempre para makapunta ka o makabalik,makapagtravel,at makapag ikot sa ibat ibang lugar gumagawa sila ng mapa.nagsimula din ito sa mga babylonians nag improve ito sa panahon nila they’re are able to draw a map nagsimula ang geography dahil may mga taong gala. na nakapunta sa isang lugar and then nung narating lahat ng provinces sa isang lugar gumawa ngayon ng mapa. par

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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