Franz Marie Cruz’s Diary

Everything is more expensive these days: from the 1 order of rice at mini-stop to the spaghetti al pesto at chef d’angelo to the 1 pack of clean and clear oil control film.  Sheesh.  "Ang mahal," these words just escape from my mouth everytime I purchase something.  And so I need to pass the boards, so I can finally and hopefully join the employed (and underpaid) population.

Cedula.  I got my cedula 2 weeks ago. I needed it for my application to PRC and PGH.  It brought back memories of a certain incident back in highschool.  Even back in HS, I love watching movies and J and I would watch a lot.  We’d even try to get in those R18 movies by giving false birth years.  And most of the times, we did get in, except anyway for 1 movie.  The ticket person sold us tickets but when we tried to get in the moviehouse, the person at the gate asked us for our age and birthdays.  Syempre, we tried to deceive him, but he was much stricter than the others and asked us to show our cedulas as proofs.  I was incredulous, my outburst went like "what?!!uso pa ba ang cedula ngayon?" thinking anyway, that when Bonifacio (was it he? i forget my history) tore the cedulas in Spanish time, that was the last time cedulas were existent.  J was embarrassed by my outburst, naivity, er, or stupidity.  Needless to say, we didn’t get in the movie. 

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