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what i said is true
totoo ang sinabi mo

what he said
yan ba ang sinabi nya?

what he said to you
sabi niya, pikon ako

that's what he said
thats what he is

and guess what he said?
hulaan mo kung anong sinabi niya?

i held on to what he said
pinanghawakan ko ang aking iniisip

i was surprised by what he said
nung sinupresa namin sya sa kanyang kaarawan

everything i said is true and only true
ang perang binigay ay hindi nakalagay sa sobre

i couldn't catch what he said.
hindi ko makuha ang sinabi niya.

he thinks that i don't know what he said about me.
akala niya hindi ko alam ang sinabi niya tungkol sa akin.

if that is true what he says to me ok i wont you i just remember i love you
kung totoo man ang sinabi nya sakin ok lang sakin sanay na ako sayo basta tandaan mo mahal na mahal kita

i can say in the video i do not agree to what he said that the people here in our country are no longer values and care for others.
tama yung sinabi niya na family first and the country is second pero hindi ibig sabihin na wala kanang pakialam sa ating bansa.

until there is justification or evidence, we do not know if it is true what he says.
hanggang may katwiran o ebidensiya, hindi natin alam kung totoo ang sinasabi niya.

i have loved you from the start even if we have not meet personally. i hope you're not a two-timer and all that you've said is true.
minahal na kita simula na naging tayo name kahit hindi pa tayo nagkita ng personal. sana hindi ka manloloko at lahat ng mga sinbi mo sa akin ay totoo.

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry