I Wonder Why

After abandoning the blog for a long time, I just wonder why do I actually have a blog. Reading people's blog is turning out to be such an entertainment when TV dramas and daily news failed to do so.

Okay I am going to start my complains.

The weekend sucked to the max. Here's the story:

It was a normal Saturday morning where I woke up and had my breakfast with a cuppa and bread and the papers. Then the mamma starts to talk and says that the part-time maid is not coming over today because she met an accident while riding her motorcycle, trying to avoid an ignorant schoolboy crossing the road who thinks that the road belongs to his grandpa. So the maid crashed into the drain and there goes.

You see, I prefer to read my papers without any distractions. And when the mamma starts to rant on me because I am only responding with a nod and the weak 'mm' and reluctant 'okay', it is because I AM READING THE DAMNED NEWSPAPERS. It is not because of my inability to multi-task (like what people say, men keep quiet while having sex while women talk and laugh while having sex), but because I like to enjoy my time reading and digesting the information. It kills the enjoyment when I am interrupted.

Okay, so the maid is not coming so I am the replacement maid. As usual. No problem.

While nearly 20 minutes left through my DVD series, she asked if I could mop the floor. I said yes, but in a while, thinking that I will do it after I finished the episode.

Feeling satisfied after the round of drama, I decided to start my chores by mopping the floor downstairs. Then, I saw the mamma mopping the floor and I asked why did she started and not wait for me.

"Wait for you guys also haven do wan. Sien already la. Better do myself. Bla bla bla. . . ."

Clearly she's disgruntled with the male clan in the family ("you guys" and not "you") and I went "WTF. Could you just wait?" (in my head of course). My defense was that not that I did not want to do it. I just wanted to do it at my pace. At the end of the day, the job gets done.

You see, when things like that happen, the irritated ones starts to flip open the past records of everyone and everyone gets the blame.

The aftermath? Lunch was on your own. Dinner was on your own. And no conversation between the plaintiff and the defendant for the rest of the day. A thunderous silence. Even the dad was feeling the heat I think, and tried to avoid the battlefield whenever he could. (so good for a dad huh.) I guess he is also guilty. Damn 7 awkward.

My conclusion? (reference: Why Men Don't Listen, Women Can't Read Maps - A. Pease)

1. Men are direct and women are indirect.

'John,' said his girlfriend Allison, 'would you like a cup of coffee?'

John smiled. 'No thanks, I'm fine,' he replied, thinking to himself how nice it was of her to ask. A short time later John noticed that Allison had stopped talking, and suspected he might have done something wrong.

'Everything OK darling?' he enquired. 'Just fine!' she snapped. Confused, he asked, 'So... what's the problem?'

She snorted with derision. 'You wouldn't stop!' she said. John's analytical mind tried to remember when she had used the word 'stop'. He was sure she hadn't and told her so.

She told him to be more sensitive. When she had asked him if he wanted coffee, what she really meant was that she wanted one. 'Am I supposed to be a mind reader?' he asked sarcastically.

When a woman talks she uses indirect speech which means that she hints at what she wants or beats around the bush. It serves a specific purpose - it builds relationships and rapport with others by avoiding aggression, confrontation or discord.

Men's sentences are short, direct, solution-orientated and to the point.

Another good example of what happened the next day:

Big M: come to look after grandpa because I can't manage it alone. Anyone of you lah.
moi: Okay.

2 minutes later
Big M: bring (item) and that (item).
moi: okay.

10 minutes later
Big M: no need to come d la.
moi: huh? okay.

15 minutes later
Big M: (via sms) Nobody is coming?
moi: (reaction) WTF?? frustrated

called up big M immediately. 'I thought you asked me not to come? big M started to talk indirect speech that my brain somehow did not manage to understand anymore.

My arguement is that if you want men to do something, you must give him a SPECIFIC task and talk in direct speech. Give them task A and they will do it and not expect them to mind-read and decipher the underlying message because men's brain does not function that way.

FML.