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Wanker Wang post: The reason I saying this is that, till this day, my Mother has no clue what I do. She actually thinks I'm a computer repairman which is essentially true as a webmaster. This is a very loose interpretation of the word "webmaster" which is a very vague term to begin with. But my web responsibilities are whittling down. I may return to it with a vengeance but I don't really have the time with all the shooting I do. After all, I have other people doing it for me now. I just can't sit in front of a computer for 10 hours a day like I did when I came into the industry.

But my Mother, who is a little crazy, calls me up and makes a list of demands. There's nothing I can do about it. In Asian culture, you basically do whatever your Mother asks or you won't hear the end of it.

Last year, my Mother called me up and asked me to buy her a karaoke machine so I bought her a state of the art machine just to keep her off my back.

Early this year, my Mother forced me to go on vacation with her to Hawaii. I ended up with an elderly Christian revival group and left two days early on a work-related 'emergency'.

A couple of months ago, my Mother said she was going on a trip to Far East Asia and needed me to pay for it. I coughed up enough dough for the entire trip cause I knew I wouldn't hear from her for at least a month.

Now she's demanding I get her a ping pong table, a shitload of Alaskan King Crab, and she needs to visit me in the Valley at my house.

I remember her, out of nowhere, visits to the original Boogie Nights. Once, Ariana Jollee lived with me there and when my Mother arrived, Ariana saw how freaked out I was. I don't ever get freaked out by much but that day I was freaked out. My house was not de-porned. There were dildos lying all over the place, baby wipes on the floor, camera equipment and DVDs in plain view. Somehow I managed to keep her at bay by taking her to a ritzy steak house.

Now she's on demanding mode again. She wants to cruise by. As I said earlier, my house looks like a victim of Hurricane Ivan. Unless I fully fumigate the place by a team of biohazard experts, the place is going to reek of Sodomy. If my Mother saw how I lived, she'd know I do something more sinister than 'fix' computers.

So what did I do?

I'm moving real quick. To Boogie Nights 4.0 at the beginning of this month. With alot of computers there. So I can maintain this illusion that I'm a repairman. Then I'll go back to shooting.