"auntie" içeren İngilizce örnek cümleler

She is known as auntie at the office.
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Auntie Wang, it's me.
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The girl answered: "Yes, auntie, I'll eat them both."
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For goodness sake, look in the attic and find that card you got from your auntie years ago and stick it in an envelope addressed to me.
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Auntie is reading in the living room.
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No need to trouble yourself, Auntie. A glass of boiled water will be plenty.
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Though she would have called herself "precise in word and action," the rest of the family just called Auntie Laura stuffy.
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Before getting married, I called my girlfriend's mother "Auntie". After marriage, I started calling her "Mom" instead.
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We won't be seeing Auntie Jo this time round – maybe next time.
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According to the eschatology of your modish religion, this world would end soon. My Auntie Modie and Uncle Lex waited and waited, but they passed away without witnessing the end of this world. The same was with my father and grandmother who both had the same religion. Are you sure that your generation is so privileged to see the end? Why would you have children? Your religion is not long-view Oriental.
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Living in Quezon City, in the 1970s, my family used to visit our friends Uncle Ben and Auntie Dettie with their children Jojo, Joy, and then baby Julius. Jojo was very imaginative and constructed sci-fi dioramas out of shoeboxes. My brother, I, and he were playing with snails, throwing them at one another and against the fence wall. I guess that we could have made an escargot dish out them.
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My neighbours on Lulu Island are Filipinos. They're my "Uncle" Ed and "Auntie" Zeny with their three handsome grownup boys Derek, Michael, and Charles. The parents are from different provinces with different local languages, but as the majority of Filipinos, they share Tagalog as a common language.
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"Auntie" Zeny was from the province Pampanga in the Philippines, and "Uncle" Ed was from Bicolandia, or the multiprovincial Bicol Region, in the Philippines. They had been in Canada since the 1960s. Their common language was Tagalog, but their provincial languages were Kapampangan and Bikol, respectively. When I was attending Errington Elementary, they had a house whose picket fence was adjacent to the school yard. I visited them sometimes to eat their sweet yellow plums from their trees in the garden. They would buy their second house, located across the street of my current house.
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After school hours, my brother and I often stopped by my Auntie Mila's house at Kamias Street in Quezon City to play with my cousins. It was an ancient mansion that was once a foreign embassy. Workers supposedly moved it brick by brick from an outlying province into the city. Auntie Mila was a person attuned to Philippine native culture. She liked all these handmade wooden and shell native crafts. On the other hand, her husband, my Uncle Joe, was very pro-American and inculcated their kids in the English language early on because they intended on later emigrating to the USA. I thought to myself that it was unusual that these cousins spoke English at home as if they were actors on television. But they did speak Tagalog with us. Uncle Joe was from a province, Pangasinan, where Tagalog was a second language; there, people spoke the language Pangasinan amongst themselves. He spoke also the regional language, Ilocano.

My "Uncle" Rey and "Auntie" Lettie used to bet in horse races in Vancouver's PNE, Pacific National Exhibition.

In Bangkok, my Auntie Vicky treated me, my grandma, and her Thai lady friend, who was married to a Frenchman, to a fancy restaurant at night.

In the previous bamboo and wooden house of Auntie Bella, there was a hammock on the ground floor, in which I lay swinging until I felt dizzy. Auntie and family soon moved into a cement dwelling in another part of Ibaan.

Greg and I, both Filipinos, talk at the Lulu Island café this morning of the 20th of August of 2022. I tell him of my visit to the dried mango factory estate owned by my friend's relatives in Cebu, Philippines. There was a big house near the expanses of the dried mango factory. There was a games house. The auntie looked like an affable Chinese Hispanic. My friends and I ate mangoes every day. I tell Greg of my stay in Japan, where I frequently took the trains and subways. He mentions "bullet trains." I tell him that the PRC now has bullet trains. I tell him of Spanish-looking classmates with very long full names in my private school of La Salle Green Hills in Metro Manila. My classmate Julio lived in a big Spanish-style mansion with a garden driveway through the middle front. That look inspired my childhood dream that I told my mother about a "big house on a lot with a highway in the middle on an island." Oh, maybe, it was from James Bond.

Give my love to Auntie.

The first thing the boy said when he opened his eyes was, "I'm to go to play with Frank again to-day, amn't I, Auntie Hetty?"

Auntie, we’ve come to wish you a Happy New Year.

Whilst drinking my Oat Nog Latte at Starbucks café, this grey-sky morning, I was talking to Afroz, a worker at Kin's Farm Market on Lulu Island, which I frequent to buy exotic things (to others) like lotus roots, Japanese yams, kumquats, dragonfruits, longans, jujubes, Hawaiian purple sweet potatoes, passion fruits, star fruits, etc. Afroz is what he categorizes himself as a "generic Indian Muslim." He was from Uttar Pradesh. His last city was Mumbai, before he left for BC. His daughter has been left with her grandparents in India. Afroz lives with his wife, a caregiver, in Vancouver. Afroz has an MBA from India, but he says that it is difficult to attain his dream job of doing marketing. I told him that my Auntie Vicky from the Philippines was working as a manager for Tupperware (a plastic container company) in India, as she lived in a "palace" with servants. I could not visit her at that time because I was working. (She also worked in Thailand, which I did visit.) It is the 8th of December of 2024, today.

"Where on earth have you been till now? Couldn't you hear me calling you?" "Sorry, Auntie."

This winter has been warmer than usual, so far, without snow, here on Lulu Island. In the morning, this 27th of December of 2024, I walked twice to Tim Hortons: Firstly, I ate two hash browns with an oat milk iced coffee. Secondly, I ate a sausage egg English muffin meal, including a hash brown and oat milk iced coffee. I went to Starbucks for an oat nog latte. I missed Greg, my Filipino friend, who left just before me. Then, I went to Yummy Slice pizzeria for a red-can Coca-Cola Zero Sugar. The Filipina vendor Rose was there, so we said "Happy New Year" to each other. I passed by Kin's Farm fruteria. On my way home, in the park's alleyway, I met and talked with my ufologist friend, Michael J., a Dane-French. He amused himself with the red touque on my head, with orange letters in Tagalog: "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA" (The stars are Australias). I told him it was about "space colonization." There are the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. Then, I went to the house of my "auntie" neighbour, Tita Zeny, to pick up her homemade "dinuguán" or Filipino pork blood stew to bring home. Lunch at home would include Filipino chicken "adobo."

He was raised by his auntie in Paris.

It's the 17th of May of 2025. After 13:00, I walked to Tim Hortons café again, there to sip Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. I bought a box of 20 Honey Dip Timbits (donut holes) for family guests tomorrow. There was in the café the familiar Oriental-white hybrid couple, of which the man looked eerily like John Lennon the musician. A trio of familiar teenage mulattoes entered, one of which reminded me of my Jamaican friend, Graeme S., whose uncle was Phil Collins the musician. When I was in university, I and my friends would sometimes visit the West Vancouver house of Graeme's rich Uncle Victor, who was Jewish. Their grand house had a backyard Jacuzzi and a swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. Graeme's uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to China when that country opened up in the 1980s. They brought back with them an ancient-looking stringed instrument. (Incidentally, my Auntie Mila visited China in the 1970s when it was still a forbidden country. Auntie was some kind of administrator for the Philippine Bayanihan dance troupe.)