Şunu aradınız:: i’m very sorry to being rude to her (İngilizce - Tagalogca)

i’m very sorry to being rude to her
oh um not to be rude but your not my type e i'm very sorry

i felt sorry to her
maawa ka sa kanya

and i’m very sorry if i did something that’s not good to your eyes
and i’m very sorry if i did something that’s not good to your eyes

to the owner and co -owner, i'm so very sorry to all of you, to all of the admins and members. yong tiwala nyo sa akin im sorry po ate tine and ate nimcie and mommy rose
sa owner and co owner im so verry sorry po sa inyong lahat sa lahat po ng admin and members sorry po tlaga sa inyo nag kagulo kayo dahil sa kagaya kung walang kwenta sana mapatwad nyo po akong lahat kahit ilang beses man akong mag sisi hindi ba mabailik yong tiwala nyo sa akin im sorry po ate tine and ate nimcie and mommy rose

may you feel the sincerity of my apology. i’m very sorry for hurting you so much. i’m sorry for the hurting word that came out of my mouth. please, i am asking for your forgiveness
nawa 'y maramdaman mo ang sinseridad ng aking paghingi ng tawad. i' m sorry kung nasaktan kita ng sobra. sorry sa mga masasakit na salitang lumabas sa bibig ko. pakiusap, hinihingi ko ang iyong kapatawaran

she was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. it had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. it was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. the strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. but the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, intsead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up. the large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled. after that the woman said, “pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.” she still held him. but she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. then she said, “now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, “yes’m.” the woman said, “what did you want to do it for?” the boy said, “i didn’t aim to.” she said, “you a lie!” by that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching. “if i turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman. “yes’m,” said the boy. “then i won’t turn you loose,” said the woman. she did not release him. “i’m very sorry, lady, i’m sorry,” whispered the boy. “um-hum! and your face is dirty. i got a great mind to wash your face for you. ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?” “no’m,” said the boy. “then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her. he looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans. the woman said, “you ought to be my son. i would teach you right from wrong. least i can do right now is to wash your face. are you hungry?” “no’m,” said the being dragged boy. “i just want you to turn me loose.”
salamat sa iyo, ginang ng langston hughes