You searched for: i've been nagging in a past few month (Engelska - Tagalog)

i've been busy these past few days
salamat sa concern mo na appreciate ko

i've been busy these past few weeks
umuwe ako ng probinsya

sorry if i've been busy the past few days
sorry dahil naging busy ako ng nakaraang mga linggo

in a few months
months have passed

in the past few months
sa loob ng ilang buwan

see you in a few months
magkita tayo sa loob ng ilang buwan

chicc or a girl youve been with in a past couple minutes
baset

we will be together in a few months
we will be together in a few months

past few months
nakaraang ilang buwan

past few months ago
ilang buwan na ang nakalilipas

for the past few months,
sorry for the past few months

youre so busy this past few months
naging abala ito nitong nakaraang mga linggo

overviewlyricsvideoslistenartists i've been so alone all my life i couldn't give my heart to anyone hiding in myself was a man who needed to be held like everyone the days moved into years i look for warmth between the tears it never ever found me never ever found me yes, i did seem to grasp at straws they surely broke all the time so i hid inside till i almost died yes i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man hiding inside myself then you came out of nowhere i could not believ
overviewlyricsvideoslistenartists i've been so alone all my life i couldn't give my heart to anyone hiding in myself was a man who needed to be held like everyone the days moved into years i look for warmth between the tears it never ever found me never ever found me yes, i did seem to grasp at straws they surely broke all the time so i hid inside till i almost died yes i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man hiding inside myself then you came out of nowhere i could not believe my heart i didn't know how to tell you didn't know where to start when i hid inside i almost died oh, i hid inside and i cried a loving heart in a sensitive man i know you'll understand

waking up with my head in a cloud watching the morning come another day of the week in a month, in a year, in a life that's come undone i might as well quit trying to get you off my mind i might as well quit hoping that this heart will heal in time 'cause i can't burn a bridge that i'm still crossing and i can't lose a past that i'm still lost in i can tell myself it's over and i need a brand new start but there's no such thing as mind over matters of the heart everyday there's another attempt
waking up with my head in a cloud watching the morning come another day of the week in a month, in a year, in a life that's come undone i might as well quit trying to get you off my mind i might as well quit hoping that this heart will heal in time 'cause i can't burn a bridge that i'm still crossing and i can't lose a past that i'm still lost in i can tell myself it's over and i need a brand new start but there's no such thing as mind over matters of the heart everyday there's another attempt

despite the commitment of the armed forces of the philippines of having "zero" human rights abuses for 2012, peasants and indigenous peoples in the southern philippine island of mindanao have been forced to flee their land in the past few months because of increased military presence and activities in the area.
sa kabila ng pangako na walang pang-aabuso sa karapatang pantao ang magaganap sa panig ng sandatahang lakas ng pilipinas sa taong 2012, napipilitan pa rin na lisanin ng mga katutubo at mahihirap nating mga kababayan ang kanilang mga tirahan at lupain sa mindanao sa nakalipas na mga buwan, dahil sa patuloy na panghihimasok ng militar sa lugar.

shinano was governed by a despotic leader who though a warrior, had agreat and cowardly shrinking from anything suggestive of failing health andstrength. this caused him to send out a cruel proclamation. the entireprovince was given strict orders to immediately put to death all agedpeople. those were barbarous days, and the custom of abandoning oldpeople to die was not common. the poor farmer loved his aged mother withtender reverence, and the order filled his heart with sorrow. but no one everthought a second time about obeying the mandate of the governor, so withmany deep hopeless sighs, the youth prepared for what at that time wasconsidered the kindest mode of death. just at sundown, when his day’s work was ended, he took a quantity of unwhitened rice which is principal food for poor, cooked and dried it, andtying it in a square cloth, swung and bundle around his neck along with agourd filled with cool, sweet water. then he lifted his helpless old mother tohis back and stated on his painful journey up the mountain. the road waslong and steep; the narrowed road was crossed and reclosed by many pathsmade by the hunters and woodcutters. in some place, they mingled in aconfused puzzled, but he gave no heed. one path or another, it matterednot. on he went, climbing blindly upward towards the high bare summit of what is know as obatsuyama, the mountain of the “abandoning of aged”. the eyes of the old mother were not so dim but that they noted the recklesshastening from one path to another, and her loving heart grew anxious. herson did not know the mountain’s many paths and his return might be one of danger, so she stretched forth her hand and snapping the twigs frombrushes as they passed, she quietly dropped a handful every few steps of the way so that they climbed, the narrow path behind them was dotted atfrequently intervals with tiny piles of twigs. at last the summit was reached.weary and heart sick, the youth gently released his burden and silentlyprepared a place of comfort as his last duty to the loved one. gatheringfallen pine needle, he made a soft cushion and tenderly lifting his oldmother therein, he wrapped her padded coat more closely about thestooping shoulders and with tearful eyes and an aching heart said farewell. the trembling mother’s voice was full of unselfish love as she gave her lastinjunction. “let not thine eyes be blinded, my son.” she said. “the mountain road is full of dangers. look carefully and follow the path which holds thepiles of twigs. they will guide you to the familiar way farther down”. theson’s surprised eyes looked back over the path, then at the poor old,shriveled hands all scratched and soiled by their work of love. his heartsmote him and bowing to the grounds, he cried aloud: “oh, honorablemother, thy kindness thrusts my heart! i will not leave thee. together wewill follow the path of twigs, and together we will die!”once more he shouldered his burden (how light it seemed no) and hasteneddown the path, through the shadows and the moonlight, to the little hut inthe valley. beneath the kitchen floor was a walled closet for food, which wascovered and hidden from view. there the son his mother, supplying her witheverything needful and continually watching and fearing. time passed, andhe was beginning to feel safe when again the governor sent forth heraldsbearing an unreasonable order, seemingly as a boast of his power. hisdemand was that his subject should present him with a rope of ashes. theentire province trembled with dread. the order must be obeyed yet who inall shinano could make a rope of ashes?one night, in great distress, the son whispered the news to his hiddenmother. “wait!” she said. “i will think. i will think” on the second day shetold him what to do. “make rope twisted straw,” she said. “then stretch itupon a row of flat stones and burn it there on the windless night.” he calledthe people together and did as she said and when the blaze died, beholdupon the stones with every twist and fiber showing perfectly. lay a rope of whitehead ashes. the governor was pleased at the wit of the youth and praised greatly, buthe demanded to know where he had obtained his wisdom. “alas! alas!”cried the farmer, “the truth must be told!” and with deep bows he relatedhis story. the governor listened and then meditated in silence. finally helifted his head, “shinano needs more than strength of youth,” he saidgravely. “ah, that i should have forgotten the well-known saying, “with thecrown of snow, there cometh a wisdom!” that very hour the cruel law wasabolished, and custom drifted into as far a past that only legends remain.
isang mahirap na magsasaka at ang kanyang may edad nang nabalo na ina. nagmamay-ari sila ng kaunting lupa na nagtustos sa kanila ng pagkain at ang kanilang mapagpakumbabang buhay ay mapayapa at masaya.