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nurture the relationship for it to thrive
how to nurture relationship

for it to grow
makulit

then press the button for it to work
pagkatapos pindutin ang pin code

don't look for it to come
wag mo hanapin kusang darating din yan sa iyon

and i waited for it to simmer
at kumukulo nanga

don't wait for it to be too late
huwag nating hintayin maging huli ang lahat

yes, i'll just wait for it to open
opo maghihintay na lang ako hanggang sa sa bumukas

i'm still waiting for it to be fixed
nasira ang laptop ko

it took more than 4 billion years for it to make trees.
nangyayari ito higit sa bilyong taon para gumawa ng mga puno.

telling your girlfriend that you did not have an affair when you have actually been seeing someone else outside of the relationship for a long time
tagalog

many people doctors, presidents sought for a solution to the problem in our country, for it to restore the former life of our beloved country.
daming tao mga doctor, pangulo naghangad para sa solution sa problema sa ating bansa, para itoy maibalik ang dating buhay ang mahal nating bansa.

i want you to know that if we are going to be together it will be side by side going head first into our situation "as one" the way god has intended for it to be.
yan din ang gusto kung mangyari sa akin buhay bilng isang babae na maiharap sa altar ng dios ng gusto mo mo talaga na ganun mangyari po matatangap u ba ang tatlo kung mga anak at isa lamang kmi mahirap ... hnd tulad mo na may pinag-araln ngyun kung iiwan u lng din ako dahil marunong ako magsukli ng pgmamahal sa isang taong mahal ako kung sinu ago.

here in rosales pangasinan our main product here is the tinapa many families earn from this product the mothers help with cleaning and cooking until the fish is smoked will be transferred to the basket for it to cool and others they sell bloated so that they can take something with their family and this is also where they get their daily expenses and this product also helps the unemployed families many families earn to be
dito sa rosales pangasinan ang pangunahing producto namin dito ay ang tinapa maraming pamilya ang kumikita sa productong ito ang mga nanay ay tumutulong sa pag linis at sa pag luto hanggang sa pagpausok ng isda isasalin sa basket para ito ay lumamig at ang iba sila ay nagtitinda ng tinapa upang may maiuwe sila sa kanilang pamilya at dto din sila kumukuha ng pang araw araw nilang gastosin at nakakatulong din ang producto ito sa mga pamilyang walang hanapbuhay maraming pamilya ang kumikita para ma

the covid 19 caused a pandemic and the pandemic brought problems due to the pandemic many lost jobs and others were forced to sacrifice and if we do not unite and help, we will also suffer for it to prevent and to end this pandemic so that we can help for the sake of all , we will rise again at the same time.
ang covid 19 ay nagdulot ng pandemya at ang pandemya nagdala ng problema ng dahil sa pandemya maraming nawalang ng hanapbuhay o trabaho at ang iba ay kylangan pang mag sakrepisyo at kung hindi tayu magkakaisa at magtulongtulong tayo lang din ang maghihirap kay para maiwasan at para matapos na ang pandmyang ito kaylangan nating magtulong tulongan para sa kapakanan ng lahat ,sabay sabay tayong babangon muli.

media really has a complex nature that can be a platform to express oneself to be either understood or misunderstood. and for it to be able to be integrated, it must have one's views or opinions that can serve as the base that will either get spread or debated by its society.
ang tunay na media ay may isang kumplikadong kalikasan na maaaring maging isang plataporma upang ipahayag ang sarili upang maintindihan o hindi nauunawaan. at para makapag-integrate ito, dapat itong magkaroon ng mga opinyon o opinyon ng isang tao na maaaring magsilbing base na maaaring ikalat o pinagtatalunan ng lipunan nito.

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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