Darn, tumatanda na talaga ako! I feel that I no longer have any “cool” cell in my 30-something body. I realized that recently, because of two events that made me irritable. Like a “tita”.
The North Park incident
A month or so ago, I’ve (finally!) tried the delicious meals of Din Tai Fung when we had a staycation at our condo near Megamall. For the longest time, Raviv has been bugging us to spend a night or so there. We had it rented out kasi, and our tenant stayed there for 1.5 years thus Raviv missed it so much. Now that our condo unit is empty (we’re accepting tenants, by the way 🙂 ), we decided to give in to Raviv’s wishes and stayed there. This was a big deal for Randy because he hates driving in the heart of Metro Manila. Anyway, our being in Megamall happens only once in a blue moon, so I made sure we get to eat at Din Tai Fung.
Randy choosing from the menu
Din Tai Fung menu
At Din Tai Fung, instead of waiters jotting down your order, they will give you a checklist of the available dishes so you could tick which ones you like. I think this is brilliant, because the waiter’s time is not wasted.
Din Tai Fung’s famous xiang long bao. Make sure you eat it while it’s hot. First-timers are surely in for a pleasant surprise as its sweet, meaty broth bursts in their mouth, just as I was!
Our other Din Tau Fung orders. Sorry for the bad photos—I was shy taking these photos. Masyadong mahahalatang first-timer ako! 😉
I loved everything we ordered. Sobra. Same with Raviv. He wanted to order more, but I was in a hurry to get to our condo (where I spent almost the entire night cleaning. Haaaay. Tita symptom #1! And sorry naisingit ko ‘yung Din Tai Fung. I really want to do a review of the place but my photos are awful and I’m no food connoisseur, so singit ko na lang. But try it and you won’t be sorry! 😉 ).
The following day, Raviv was begging us to return to Din Tai Fung to have lunch. However, even though Megamall was near, the probinsyano in Randy and me were already stressed thinking about the traffic we will encounter. Idagdag pa ang mala-treasure hunt na paghahanap ng parking space! So we decided to just eat at the nearby Chinese restaurant, which was North Park.
At the back of the booth we were seated in North Park, there were noisy yuppies. Pero keri lang. We were talking as a family as we were waiting for our food orders. Then more people joined the yuppie group behind us. Of course, they got noisier. Even rowdier. Keri pa rin. Then I heard it—isang malutong na: “Putang-ina!” from a lady who was wearing shades. My eyebrows shot up, I raised my head to their group, and my face registered disgust. This woman’s friends saw how annoyed I was. Then a couple of minutes later, there it was again, isa pang malutong na “Putang-ina!” in her raspy voice. I immediately stood up, picked up our tray and belongings and transferred to a faraway, less comfortable booth. I shot dagger looks to the group where the crispy-licious, juicy-licious “putang-inas” came from, with matching furrowed brows. In fairness, some of the guys in that group seemed embarrassed.
The swimming pool incident
Since Raviv’s new school will start in August, we enrolled him in some extra-curricular activities. One of them is swimming lessons.
Since it’s a one-on-one swimming lessons with a freelance coach, Raviv and the coach would meet in a certain resort whose entrance fee is cheap (read: ‘Wag masyadong mag-expect). Last week while Raviv was training in that resort, a car with external speakers drove into the resort. Dumadagundong ang hiphop music n’ya, and the speakers were awful. Hate ko na nga ang hiphop/gangster-ish music, basag pa ang tunog. The driver was probably a college student (he was wearing his uniform; it was a schoolday), he had shades on. And to complete his “cool” facade, he was of course smoking like a chimney in his car. The KJ Tita in me kicked in. My brows furrowed and the disgust on my face became palpable. Probably because of my steely gaze, he drove away. To my relief. But that relief didn’t last long because he just went to the other side of the resort! Unfortunately for me, Raviv and his coach had to move to the pool very near that noise pollution! The staff of the resort were with him, jamming along. I figured that Cool Guy may be a relative of the resort owner, or a close friend of the staff. After a few minutes, hindi ko na kinaya. I approached one of the staff and requested to please tell Cool Guy to lower the volume. I tried to ask it as politely as I can (although I admit I may have still sounded irritated, but I swear I really I tried). She (the staff) did, and instead of lowering, the music was turned off. Everyone left, and I heard them say, “Mamaya na lang.”
I felt relieved, but at the same time I felt like such a spoilsport. Because of that incident (and because that resort allows patrons not in proper swimming attire, not to shower before swimming, and because it is old, musty and humid), I decided to transfer to another resort. This other resort is more expensive, but it has a fantastic view! It’s also way more presko and clean, and less people go there).
The “Tita” Trial: The North Park Incident (Case #1)
I remember that once upon a time, I was a UP student who was so amazed that both the intellectual and unofficially proclaimed cool people in UP could just say “Putang ina” or “Tang-ina” at will, and none would be offended. For someone who grew up getting reprimanded whenever she said, “Gago”, it was oh-so liberating for me. I took baby steps, and not much later I was also cursing like a pro. Then, “maturity” set in, and I decided it was no longer cool to say “Putang-ina” (I realized that if becoming cool entailed you to use an expletive as an expression, how much of a loser are you, really?) But I tolerated hearing it. And then motherhood came, and I could no longer tolerate it. In fact, when my son would be watching a cartoon and I would hear a character say the word “Stupid”, I would quickly jump in and tell him that it’s not a good word. And then that cartoon would be banned.
The “Tita” Trial: The Swimming Pool Incident (Case #2)
When I was 7 years old, I vividly remember a conversation with our helper. She was playing music on the radio, but I wanted to watch TV. Since my kuripot Dad didn’t allow the two appliances to be played simultaneously, I sulked and told our helper that I hated the radio. She told me that time will come when I would understand her penchant for music. I promised her and myself that I never would, itaga n’yo pa sa bato! But puberty kicked in, and it kicked out my hatred of the radio. Soon I wasn’t just playing the radio 24/7, I was also watching MTV. When my folks weren’t there, volume was max! And yes, that made me feel cool.
Between my two KJ outbursts, I only feel guilty about the second incident. The defendant in Case #1 was a grown woman, and for crying out loud, we were at a family restaurant! We were not in a bar, and it was lunchtime! I wasn’t on KJ Tita Mode—I was on Protective Mom Mode!
As for the Cool Guy, I guess what really irked me were the facts that: 1) I think he cut classes; 2) His parents gave him a car and look what he’s doing! The parent + teacher in me were offended. And yeah, I have to admit that it’s also because I really abhor hiphop music. Much more than I hate rock (I remember an ex-boyfriend bringing me to a rock concert that his fraternity organized—I of course attended to support him. I had to pretend I was having fun for three torturing hours! To think he made sure my friends and I had the best seats pa). If this kid were probably playing jazz, I probably wouldn’t have minded and that would have even lifted my mood. In this case, I was definitely a KJ tita, Miss Tapia levelz. I should have been more understanding.
Do you agree? I’d love to hear your thoughts.