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which was open on
na huling binuksan

that which is the holy spirit
that which is

which was most/least rewarding.
alin ang pinaka / hindi bababa sa kapaki-pakinabang.

music expresses that which cannot be put jnto words
kapag ang mga salita ay nabigo ang musika ay nagsasalita

which was confiscated when we were arrested and it's in a drawer in the booking room!
na kinumpiska noong inaresto tayo at nakatago doon sa isang aparador sa booking room!

the researchers made a self-made questionnaire in order to obtain data which was distributed among all year levels.
matukoy ang pang-unawa ng mga mag-aaral ng radiologic technology tungkol sa mga enhancers ng memorya.

it also has a very special wood's web cam show featuring our recent trip to the mediterranean which was sponsored by cruise4bears.
mero din itong ang web cam show ni wood na ipapakita ang aming huling biyahe sa mediterranean na ini-sponsor ng cruise4bears.

his bilingual twitter account has been providing updates during the preparation for the launch, which was originally scheduled for august 25.
ang kanyang twitter sa ingles at espanyol ay nagbibigay ng mga bagong balita habang sya ay naghahanda sa kanyang paglunsad, na iniskedyul para sa ika-25 ng agosto.

but saul had given michal his daughter, david's wife, to phalti the son of laish, which was of gallim.
ngayo'y ibinigay ni saul si michal na kaniyang anak, na asawa ni david, kay palti na anak ni lais na taga gallim.

in libya and tunisia, they stormed the us embassies after the release of a trailer of a movie, which was insulting of islam and prophet muhammed.
sa libya at tunisia naman, sinugod ng mga salafi ang mga embahada ng estados unidos matapos ipalabas ang trailer ng kontrobersyal na pelikula na insulto 'di-umano sa islam at kay propetang muhammed.

it was a band which was occupied by aliens of our country kay full of minerals, since the aliens had occupied the flats of kay ganda but they then lost it suddenly philippines if dear and beloved country
ito ay isang banda na kung saan ay sinakop ng mga dayuhan ating bansa na kay puno ng mga mineral, yamang sinakop ng mga dayuhan mga patag na kay ganda ngunit sa kanila noon ay nawala na iyon bigla pilipinas kung mahal at minamahal na bansa

this is an exciting opportunity and we want to bring some positive growth to how to take care of chicken raisers, which was formed to reopen a former poultry that has been vacant for years.
ito ay isang kapana-panabik na pagkakataon at nais naming magdala ng ilang positibong paglago sa kung paano alagaan ang mga pasas ng manok, na nabuo upang mabuksan muli ang isang dating manok na naging bakante nang maraming taon.

integration. rizal shared his thought about the importance of education to enlighten the nation which was useful to gain societal freedom for every nation. it may also provide us the necessary knowledge, skills and attitude to expand the horizon of our thoughts.
ginunita ni rizal ang kanyang mga araw ng pagkabata sa calamba habang isinusulat niya ang tulang ito. siya sa paanuman kagustuhan siya ay rewind ang oras at gumastos ng mas maraming araw ng paggawa kung ano ang kanyang ginagamit upang gawin, na kasama ang mga tao na siya ginagamit upang maging sa, at pakiramdam ang sensations siya nadama bilang isang batang lalaki.

every attempt to know is connected in some way in an attempt to find the "good" or as said in the previous lesson, the attainment of human flourishing. rightly so, one must find the truth about what the good is before one can even try to locate that which is good.
ang bawa 't pagtatangkang malaman ay konektado sa ilang mga paraan sa pagtatangkang matagpuan ang “mabuti” o tulad ng sinabi sa nakaraang aralin, ang pagkakamit ng pag - unlad ng tao. kaya tama, dapat mahanap ng isang tao ang katotohanan tungkol sa kung ano ang mabuti bago pa man masubukan ng isang tao na hanapin ang mabuti.

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.
isang mababang kwento ng sining sa tagalog