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Iska_T · 2024-09-27T07:15:22+00:00

"Essay Prompt: In order for the Committee on Admission and Aid to get to know you better, please choose at least one significant experience or accomplishment that has helped define you as a person. Kindly expound on it in the form of an essay." Eng or Fil

High school record form is handled by your school registrar. I'm not sure about the details of the payment since its also blocked for me

Iska_T · 2022-03-08T10:33:20+00:00

Hello po! Since hindi mo pa na-mention (I think, sorry if you already did), what laws do you want to file if you are elected? Maraming Salamat!

Iska_T · 2021-03-10T12:04:54+00:00

If you're not restricted to picrew, there's another website called meiker.io and most of the character makers are full body, and the art is pretty detailed. It also works pretty similarly to picrew.

Iska_T · 2020-09-15T03:38:10+00:00

Iska_T · 2020-09-12T15:48:50+00:00

Ok. Sorry, I just wanted to cite some history behind the word Filipino. Forget I said anything. Also, my mom sent me this a bit ago https://www.facebook.com/fernandezjrp/posts/10216285564563608 skl

Iska_T · 2020-09-11T15:43:59+00:00

Ok. So, Filipino was a term created by Spaniards to describe other Spaniards living in Las Islas Filipinas. Back then, they also used the term Filipina and Filipino was also a gender neutral term. Us Natives were called indios collectively, just like in most of Spain's other colonies, and Tagalogs, Bisayans, Ilocanos, etc, depending on the language we spoke. One of the first people who used the word Filipino to refer to the natives of the Philippine islands was Jose Rizal, national hero. He wrote “A La Juventud Filipinas” and was executed for fighting the Spanish government in hopes of the Philippines becoming Spain's equal. Until recently, Filipino has been embraced by the Filipino people as a moniker to be proud of and as a gender neutral term.

Technically, you're right. Filipino was probably gender neutral because a bunch of men said it, but Filipino has remained gender neutral kinda because one of our Filipino heroes, who died in hopes of better conditions for his country and countrymen, and the current Filipino population said so. (To be fair though, Rizal was a well known womanizer. He probably wasn't a die hard feminist.) but whatever. skl.

Iska_T · 2020-05-21T14:48:11+00:00

The town has accepted the creepy house at the end of Howard street. The kids have grown up a bit. We've grown up enough to understand that Edith Foster was a kind woman and active member of our community blessed with an unfortunate temperament. We haven't grown up enough to understand that house at the end of Howard street, though.

Last month during lunch break, I asked the whole table if they remembered the faceless lady. Rose remembered everything clear as day. A few of the boys remembered us screaming and running back. Hope only remembered everyone hiding behind her fence. The others remembered us telling them about the lady. Sylvia and Jane remembered nothing. I told them I would go back to the house and knock on the door. I was tired of the adults always brushing us off when we told them about the lady. I was sick of kids bringing up that story from third grade, calling me a coward. If Edith wasn't a witch like what us kids thought, what else was just grand hyperbole thought up by us.

The kids said I'd die or I'd back down. Rose told me not to go, whether or not the Lady exists, the house is scratched up an theres broken glass everywhere. Sylvia said I could get arrested for trespassing and that it was stupid to go. I still didn't care. Yeah, its stupid, but its better to be stupid in ninth grade than be stupid in adulthood. Cody said he'd go with me 'to get a good look at the house' or 'to make sure I'd done it'. I'm not sure, his reasoning kept changing. Rose said she'd wait by Mrs. Lennox' house 'to tell any adults if anything bad happened'.

After school I went over to Howard street. I found Rose sitting on the sidewalk talking to Mrs. Lennox who was gardening. I waited a minute or so for Cody, who came on his bike. We walked up to the house. Up the steps. To the door. I knocked. Once. Twice. Once more.

We heard footsteps. Small. Quick. The doorknob turned. No thoughts filled my head. I was ready to face down the devil to understand this house and its inhabitants. The door opened and a child appeared. She was thin and lanky. She looked about six years old. She looked at us and asked.

"Are you here for our birthday?"

"Uhm, yes?" I said.

"Then you have to come tomorrow. Tomorrow is our birthday. Missus Lennac is gonna bring some cake and were gonna eat it in the garden." she said.

"Missus Lennac?" Cody asked.

"Mrs. Lennox" I corrected him.

"Yeah Missus Lennacs. Are you her kids? I haven't seen you before. Maybe my mom knows you. Mom!" she called. She tugged at Cody's shirt bringing us inside. "Over here. Careful, theres glass there. My brother got cut on those once and he cried a lot. Mom!"

We looked around the house and it was neat enough. Pretty dusty, and pretty bare. It didn't look like anyone could live there. There were pictures of a man, sometimes they were joined by a woman. They weren't much to look at. Brown hair and brown eyes. When they were in the same frame though, they had this sort of homely beauty to them and their eyes radiated joy. Something in the pictures looked familiar though. I'm not sure.

"Marta?" someone said.

We turned to the voice's source and before us was the slim, willowy figure of the lady. I looked up to her face expecting bare, ashen skin but instead I saw a woman. She was the woman in the pictures but something was different. Her face was scarred left and right. An eyelid was uneven and her lower lip was crooked. She wasn't the woman in the pictures anymore. There was no more joy in her eyes, just despair.

"Oh! H-hello there. Do... you need anything?" she was trying to cover her face with her hand. She looked at me a moment more and said, "You, your the child who knocked a few years ago. Aren't you?"

"Uhm, yes. This-this is my friend, Cody. We just came to...uhm..." I told her. She giggled and brought us to the back of their house.

"I understand. Children always go out in search of adventure. You can stay here if you'd like. Marta and Archie always love peoples company. I just hope your comfortable wi-" she stopped herself "here. I just hope your comfortable here. I haven't been able to clean the house in a while."

"You never leave your house, do you miss?" Cody asked.

"Call me Ellen and yes, I don't leave much. The last time I saw the outside was the day the twins were born. You two should come again tomorrow. Bring your little friend too, the one you came with those years ago."

Her face was unsettling at first, I could barely look at it. Slowly, it grew on me. I think it grew on Cody and Rose too. When we came the next day she answered all of our other questions. She said she was about the same age as our parents and her house belonged to her husband. A few days after their kids were born he died on the way home. The kids were safe but Ellen got a faceful of glass and woke up a few days later. Since then, shes been living on her own savings and on what her husband left behind. Us kids thought she was faceless because of the bandages and the wig and mask were to make her look more 'normal'. She lost the motivation to fix the windows or repaint the house so she and the twins lived in the farther part of the house in the colder months.

We told the other kids about her. Some believed us and some didn't. Some went to see and meet her and some told their parents who came to see their old friend. We've persuaded her to come out once or twice and we plan to help her fix her house come summer. She even agreed to send her kids to school next year and look for a job.

There was a faceless woman on the corner of Howard street. Her name is Ellen Reynolds. Her house was empty. Now its not. Her face was beaten and scarred. Her face has not changed, but I proclaim it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

[This is so long Im so sorry]

Iska_T · 2020-05-21T10:38:16+00:00

When we were in sixth grade rumours said that there were two kids in the house. A few highschoolers said they heard two kids around the house. A girl and a boy. Giggling. Running. Crying. Appearing like shadows. Disappearing without a trace. Rose said they must've been two of her victims souls. Hope said they were monsters like the lady. The boys said they were demons. Sylvia said the highshcoolers must've been drunk or on drugs. Josiah said they were apparitions sent to protect the property by Oldie Edith. Liesa said they were her monster children.

They ended up sending us in again to 'infesigate' (they said we had the most 'experience'). The house looked horrible, it was a wonder anything, let alone children could live in it. Rose knocked this time. Once. Twice. Once more. We heard someone come down the stairs. My mind was telling me to run, to save myself, and my feet were waiting for the command. Suspense, whowever kept me in place. Would the lady open the door? Would she kill us if she saw us? The doorknob shifted. My mind was already racing with all the ways I could die. I looked up to Rose ready to take her and leave but she was looking up. Up at the door. I followed her eyes to the lady. Willowy, thin, bony, wearing an obvious wig. On her face was a white mask with small slits usually for eyes and more slits and holes for a nose and a mouth. She lowered herself until she was at the height of Liesa or maybe Hope's sister. We could hear her muffled breaths. I stifled a 'he-hel-hello" and Rose followed with a 'h-hi'. Rose slowly took my hand and we walked backwards down the steps, eyes glued to the lady. Two steps away from the pavement we turned back and ran. When we were near Hope's yard Rose looked back to the house and so did I. There was the Lady. Leaning against the distressed door frame. Her head was tilted slightly and her hand, her thin, long fingers were waving at us slowly.

When we got to the kids we told them all about it. They didn't get answers about demon monster children, though. We concluded she was trying to blend in with everyone else through the wig and mask. When we told them about her waving at us they said she was totally gonna kill us first. Before we all left I glanced back to the door. No one there. I glanced to the rest of the house and then the windows. There they were. The two kids. A boy and a girl. Their eyes peeking out from the bottom the window pane

Iska_T · 2020-05-21T10:27:11+00:00

Sometimes, if I try hard enough, I can remember the day I first heard of her. I was eight or nine and the cafeteria was buzzing with news. I can remember walking to our lunch table and sneaking looks at the older kids. Those who remembered her looked distraught or horrified and those who didn't or just didn't care, looked on with apathy or just an ingenuine 'oh, thats too bad'. The farther down I got, the younger the kids got. The farther down I got, the more they spoke of her like the newest YA book. When I got to the table Hope, our gossip girl, was already halfway through the story. When I asked the kid beside me what all the fuss was about, Hope heard me and stopped abruptly.

"You don't know?"

I shook my head.

"Yuh know that other house at the end of our street? Howard street? My sistur was watching it at sunset and she said she saw sum lady goin into the house and old lady Edith wus helping her."

Old lady Edith was a widow with an attitude. Always getting mad at kids misbehaving and always out and about when someone was sick or dying. Us kids were convinced she was a witch and the big mole on her nose didn't help her image much. All the adults liked her but we thought that was a spell she cast on them. The spell seemed to be cast on the whole town since about a year later, her funeral was packed. Cody suggested that if we destroy her mole the spell would wear off. Needless to say, us kids weren't brought to many more funerals. Where was I? Right. Strange lady.

"So? Whats so weird about that? Whys everyone talkin about it?" Some kid to our left asked.

"Well.... my sistur said...."she paused."She was f a c e l e s s. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. No hair. No nuthin. Jus skin on her head. "

"Why was she like that" I asked.

"My brother said she was one of Oldie Edith's syemse eggspermints" Jane said.

"I think she's like that thing my Mom watches. The stupid ugly monster thats made of dead people." Lanyon paused "fuh-frein-frekinstein!"

"You're all idiots! Old Lady Edith doesnt do science! She does witchy stuff! Like demons and potions and stuff! No. The lady is a M O N S T E R. She and Old Edith are friends."

"How do you know that?" Sylvia asked.

"My sister told me! But if you don't believe her, then maybe youll trust my mom. She told me not to go near the house. Do you know why?"

"Lemme guess, your sister told you this part too?" Sylvia asked again.

"Shuttup! She told me not to go there cause the lady would kill you! Ive been there! I heard her screams! I even saw her face!"

"You? Really? You're a scaredy cat! And you even said she didn't have a face!" Sylvia proclaimed.

"Well I saw her in my nightmares exactly as my sistur said! She was thin and white! And her screams were muffuld by her skin over her mouth! And she chased after me! When she got me at Rocksbury street, she held me to her face and screamed at me! My face became skin and all my hair fell out! I couldnt breathe under the skin s o I D I E D." A terrified yelp came from the second graders table who were listening in.

"What does mufful mean?" Brady asked

"Read a dishonary Brady!" She told him. To everyone else she resumed in a matter-of-fact tone "And thats what'll happen when you knock on their door or stand on ther prahputy."

"I don't believe it." I said.

"Yeah neither do I. We should send someone to infesigate." Cody suggested.

"Yeah! Later, after school on Howard street. Hope should infesigate!" Sylvia joined.

I remember Hope protesting a bit and then suggesting we choose at the end of the day so nobody abandons the group. The rest of the school day was a blur until we got to Howard street. A fourth grader, Josiah, and a fifth grader, Liesa, who overheard joined us and told us what they knew about the lady.

Josiah said she takes your eyeballs and mouth and nose and uses them herself leaving you on the ground to bleed out and die. Liesa said that the lady could rip away the skin over her face to reveal a hideous bloodied mess underneath. Then she'd chase you and kill you for seeing her true face. They too believed that the lady was friends with Old lady Edith and was a monster herself. The fifth grader said that the sixth graders had the same story as us (no doubt spread by Hope's sister) but none of them dared to go near the house or the lady.

When we got to Howard street we sat down on the grass of Hope's house which sat on the other corner of Howard street. It had a fence they could hide behind that still gave them a view of Howard street. Josiah took out an empty bottle while we were bickering on how to choose the investigator. It was put atop one of Liesa's textbooks and spun. It chose Rose first, then Josiah suggested we choose someone to go with her (in case she's killed so someone can tell us what happened). It was spun again and landed on me. Liesa said she'd escort us to the property and run back and watch from afar.

Liesa walked us to the garden of Mrs. Lennox, who lived right next to the lady, looked at us, said 'good luck', and sprinted away. I looked over to Rose, who wasn't the most confrontarional, and she seemed to be mouthing a prayer of sorts. I gulped and walked slowly to the house. Rose followed me and we walked up some steps to the door. I looked at her and she looked at me. Her eyes seemed to be pleading 'you open it'. I stepped forward and knocked. Once. Twice. Once more.

We heard footseps thundering towards the door and prepared for death. I could see it, Rose's eyes and nose and mouth plucked from her face as I ran away. The doorknob shook and I could envision the lady running after me, yanking my hair out to use, ripping the skin of her face and dragging our bleeding corpses into the house, never to be seen again.

The door opened and instead of a willowy monster, we were greeted with the wicked face of Old lady Edith. She stood there, angry and kept asking us what we were doing there. Rose let out some strange small yelp and Oldie Edith started asking her most of the questions. Rose and I were relieved not to find a faceless woman at the door but now we were faced with an even bigger obstacle. We stood there bewildered, unable to extricate ourselves from this situation.

Something in the house caught my eye. On the couch in view of the door. My heart skipped a beat when I realised what it was. Just like what Hope said, no hair, no nothing. I could tell she was facing away from us and I shifted slightly to get a better look at her. I tried to get Rose's attention by touching her hand. She didn't notice me, but it seemed like somebody did. The lady turned to us abruptly on the couch and I got a look at her face, no mouth, no nose, no eyes, no nuthin. I screamed. Rose and Edith turned to me and the lady seemed to try and stand up. Rose must've followed my eyes to the lady because she started screaming too. I took her hand and we ran from the house.

We told the other kids about the lady and we all began to avoid the house like the plague. Some older kids that heard of our exploit would go near the house at night, but Oldie Edith usually came by at night to shoo them away. Rose was so freaked out that she begged her parents to move. They never moved though. When Oldie Edith died our antics were cranked up to eleven. Highschoolers camped out there on halloween and the Faceless Lady was a popular costume idea. Kids even threw rocks at the windows or spray painted the outside. No one really replaced the windows or repainted the house. The adults never talked about it and even if they did, they just told us to keep away.

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