What’s it been for you? The Backyard (2/5)
Monday 5 March 2012, 6.00am HKT
However 2011 has been for you, it has been an all-too-memorable one for me. Here’s what has happened in my miserable life last year while
trapped in this toilet living in Hong Kong.
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In a word: Timewasting.
Last year, the love of my life got hitched with some other guy.
They’ve been hitched a year already.
I’ve met him too. He’s a good (and goodly) fellow, I have to say in all honesty.
The upsetting part of it all was that the love of my life had hijacked two scarves — the only relics of my mother’s existence on Earth — and not likely to give them back.
Mum gave her the scarves as gifts of obligation, if you know what THAT means.
I don’t know why she (or anyone else) would want to keep those scarves — it’s not like they’ll bring luck or anything like that.
But I am a superior man, by general upbringing and inclination, so I don’t dwell on that (present blogpost excepted).
In a word: Profitless.
Trivia: March and November have always been ‘my months’ — projects that start in those two months have a strong tendency to succeed.
No new projects last year. I kid you not but those work-in-progress projects that weren’t started in March or November have gotten stuck.
Job No. B08045 is one of those stuck projects. That’s the Ph.D. thesis that I was involved in editing for a sociologist from 2008 to 2009. That job ended up in dispute and much acrimony, largely because of the pointless and insane (and oftentimes insanely pointless) antics of that sociologist.
How so? Even though B08045 was pro bono (believe it or not, a term hitherto unknown to that sociologist), the time cost clocked in at a staggering HK$750,000 — more than the printing price of a medium-sized IPO (initial public offering, or public flotation of stock). That’s US$96,500 or £62,000!
It truly baffles the mind what kind of person — any kind, academic or otherwise — who could generate THAT amount of editorial workload. I’ve lost a considerably amount of time, effort and actual money on B08045 (to say nothing of the goodwill with my co-workers).
That level of time cost just points to the probability that the sociologist hadn’t actually finished the draft even past the halfway point. That sociologist was lucky not getting thumped with three-quarters of a million dollars’ worth of billing. I was unlucky and had lost a very considerable sum of money on that pro bono job.
The plan had been to start litigation this year, but because of the general downturn in business, there’s not a whole lot of cash to spread for that kind of stuff right now. Maybe next year.
Protips on how to work with an editor
Read the staggering sidebar here.
Meanwhile, business conditions started to sour by second half of last year. Pretty soon, I figured I’ll be a 100% non-profit organisation. Don’t mean to be, but there you go.
In a word: Clusterf*ck.
The two home ACs (air conditioners) finally died in September last year after labouring their lives away quiet as a churchmouse in the soupy summer heat. Last summer turned out to be hotter and longer-lasting than usual.
I was eating less (because of the inflated food prices) and sleeping less (lack of AC).
And earning less (tougher business conditions).
The main faucet nearly broke, held together but for a single pin, but stitched up in time that saved nine and so averting major disaster.
The lawsuit carried on by my building’s I.O. finally got heard in the High Court around the second quarter last year.
(‘I.O.’ is ‘incorporated owners’ — Hong Kong lingo for ‘owners and residents committee.’)
The I.O. promptly flubbed both the main lawsuit and subsequent appeals by presenting witnesses whom one judge practically branded in written judgment as liars. But it wasn’t really the I.O.’s fault — no one’s lived long enough in my building to know the ins and outs of the facts of the case, so the I.O. had to settle for second best. And second best turned out to be unhelpful.
Since then, courts have slapped the I.O. with a contempt of court order for failing to remove or reconfigure four waste-water pipelines as required by building regulations. Again, it’s not the I.O.’s intention to go against the law. The pipelines in fact reside in another owner’s property and that owner has always refused giving access to the I.O. to carry out pipeworks. How the hell is the I.O. able to fulfil official orders when it’s being barred from access? Die if you do, die if you don’t.
Health and stealth
In a word: Decrepit.
July 2011 marked my one full year of no use of crutches.
I was on crutches for 37 months that ended on 13 July 2010. Then I decided I had enough of the bleeding nonsense and told the hospital to
piss off sign papers to get me off the crutches.
I started on the crutches on 23 June 2007 after being hit by pedestrians (go figure).
The doctors were chickenshit scared of any potential malpractice suit, won’t sign papers, and preferred instead to wait it out to see who blinked first about coming off the crutches.
Turned out I blinked first, so the doctors were now off the hook. I came out of crutches by sheer willpower.
Trivia: About six months before that incident, I got rammed in the face by (again) a pedestrian carrying a gigantic sportsbag bolting across a pedestrian crossing. I ended up in a neck brace for several weeks. Go figure.
(That’s me in the photo in 2009, by the way.)
Disgusting rashes and blisters broke out all over my body in October after suffering through months of heat and humidity, especially after the ACs had died.
Never had anything remotely resembling a skin condition, and now this. When the blobs started coming on, I thought they might’ve been some kind of infestation.
Living without air conditioning in a subtropical place like Hong Kong means your living quarters and your body very quickly become infested with mites, ticks, fleas, roaches and sundry bugs and vermin.
The environmenterrorists rather prefer not to mention that small fact of life.
At the end of the day, less AC means a faster death for Mother Earth rather than the other way round. I’ve explained all this in my AC Myths article: more use of water for baths and laundry, more use of detergents, more use of pesticides, more use of lights to scare the bugs away at night.
This environmentalism isn’t all what it seems on the surface, I tell you.
No, the rashes weren’t infestation. Actually they’re the effects of prolonged exposure to heat and humidity — it could end up becoming a semi-permanent skin condition. I kept myself in a happy state of mind, since, with good reason, a happy person gets well quicker.
Environmentalfags, pay attention.
Much more horrifyingly, my past-shoulder-length hair started dropping out in worryingly big chunks, especially after taking showers. Prolonged high heat and humidity can do this to you — especially if the onset is sudden, as in after an AC breakdown.
I grew a moustache — well, I managed only a semi-goatee, actually — partly because of some stupid moustache-growing competition at the pub, but mainly to stave off the possibility of rashes on the face.
Anyhow, the rashes have (sort of) subsided by December. I rue the day they should come back when warm weather sets in.
Now, I’ve been told my whiskers are homoerotic-looking and make me look like a Chinese fortuneteller or a ghey-fag scooter rider on expired steriods. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at that.
(Photo: The one with the whiskers is the more brain-damaged.)
Public life and connections
In a word: Disembodied.
Nothing. The only highlights of 2011 were going out to various gigs around town and having a good ole’ chat with pub goers. And, of course, going to the memorably named Clockenflap festival.
A whole year had now passed and I’ve heard nothing from my friend Q whose life in northwest England started unravelling in a serious way in late 2010.
I managed to write quite a lot for this blog and I’m chuffed to the bollocks to have good, kindly people like YOU reading it and even subscribing it. Thanks.
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I’m no smurf, but I feel blue enough
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