Life in South East Asia is all about a struggle to be a bigger pig than everyone else.

It’s astounding how much effort people of South East Asia put into ensuring that there is no trace of civilized behavior in whatever they do. I mean, why would anyone want to chew their food with mouth closed when they can smack their mouth up and down like a cow making so much noise it can be heard from the apartment five stories above?

I’m a big fan of documentaries about wild animals, but I have yet to see an animal that would stretch its mouth open as wide as South East Asians do when they eat, or an animal that makes as much deliberate noise eating. This South East Asian mindset of “why should I eat like a civilized person when I can chew louder than a pig in a stay” is mind stopping. The surest way to get eternally disgusted is by paying a South East Asian restaurant a visit when there are locals eating inside.

Photo: South East Asia Is Heavily Saturated with Unpleasant Sights and Sounds

Similarly, the mindset of “why should I eat soup like a civilized person when I can slurp like a pig eating it” perfectly complements their pig like eating behavior. Whether they drink a beverage or eat a soup, they always make a solid point that whoever’s around while they’re at it, they’re gonna witness the most disgusting slew of slurping noises they could possibly imagine.

Don’t make a mistake of thinking that the effort to outpig one another ends with eating, though. Once finished eating, every South East Asian will spend the following few hours picking their teeth and smacking their mouth as loud as humanly possible trying to clean food residue from between their teeth. Each attempt to smack is worthy of a mention in the Guinness Book of World Records as the loudest and the most disgusting smack produced by a human pig in history. They take it very seriously and will spend hours on end making sure that everyone knows being pigs is more important to them than being civilized.

It only gets better when they walk. The thinking again is: “why should I walk like a civilized person when I can scrape my feet against the ground like a complete idiot?” And scrape they holy eff do. Some surfaces are better and produce quite harsh noises, but some are smoother and don’t echo as well, however that stops them not from ensuring that no step they take is taken without creating as much scraping noise as surface they’re on allows them to.

It doesn’t end there – all South East Asian countries with the exception of Singapore and Brunei go a whole league further in ensuring their pigginess lives on. A picture of a typical South East Asian male is that of a guy with burning cigarette dangling off the corner off his mouth as his hands are busy zipping up the fly after he’d just pissed on the wall in a busy public place. They take great pride in showing how gladly they’ll piss on anything and anyone in plain view of hundreds of passers by. Not only does their pig-like behavior not phase them in any way, it actually makes them feel all macho as if whole world should interrupt whatever they’re doing and give them a clap for pissing on the public building like a pig pisses on a wall in his pig sty.

And while speaking about those cigarettes dangling off the corners of their mouth – let’s not forget that that’s another tool that adds to their macho-like greatness. Is there a No Smoking sign in a bus, in a restaurant, in a hospital, in your hotel or any other place you can think of? Yes, there is but do you think South East Asians care? Civilized people would respect it, but South East Asians make a point of being as big a herd of pigs as they can be. If smoking right before a No Smoking sign can make them a bigger pig than everybody else, then by Golly, that’s precisely what they will do.

Yet they won’t embrace civilized behavior not even if nobody’s watching. Pig is as pig does and that means day or night, rain or shine, with spectators or without. Zero respect for other people is thus upgraded to zero respect for nature and all of her inhabitants. Civilized people would look for garbage bin to dispose of their garbage to, but not South East Asians. Acting civilized is below their level of macho-ness so even if there are garbage bins in vicinity, they will make a point of acting like pigs and will instead (or especially then) litter. If someone can see them litter, so much the better, but even if no one is around to witness the pig, they will still pollute the water, air and earth as much as they can.

Respect for other people’s personal space or peace is also too civilized and as such must be strictly ignored. Pigs don’t act civilized so if you’re on a bus or in other public space which you share with South East Asians, you can count on it that they will pull out their cell phones with external speakers and will play their music as loud as their little gadgets allow them. Would other people on the bus prefer to listen to their personal MP3 player with their headphones on, or would they like to take a nap in peace – who cares. Only civilized people would respect other people’s desire for peace and South East Asians spit civilized behavior in the face so they’re gonna play their shitty music as loud as they can regardless of how much it disturbs others.

Respecting lines in shops so people can take turns in paying for stuff they want in order in which they arrived is also too civilized. Pigs don’t respect others so if you as a person from a civilized part of the world stands in line, they will force themselves before you because pigs have no respect for others so no respect will be shown. And if you’re not a pig to act in the same manner – your problem.

If there is one single word that describes the people of South East Asia better than any other, it is definitely PIG. If there is one sentence that would sum South East Asia up as a whole, it would definitely be that life in South East Asia is all about the struggle of every single individual to be a bigger pig than everyone else.

Staying true to my purpose, I’m saying it like it is without beating about the bush or taming it down to sound politically correct. To me, sharing full truth is more important than bleeps of the sheep. If you’re heading for South East Asia, bring an MP3 player along and if your baggage space allows, pack up a big set of headphones capable of cancelling outside noises. Actually, pack a few of each as if your itinerary takes you outside of Singapore and Brunei, your MP3 player will soon be stolen off you. It’s never about whether, it’s about when. Sooner or later it’ll be gone and trust me, you don’t want to be among pigs without one.

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I was so frustrated with my “Life in Boxes” situation, that I really wanted to settle in a stable place and live there so I can unbox and have access to all of my stuff for the first time in two years. The reason for my last move was the noise made by people living above me. I went to check my new place and it was in a quiet apartment building. I also liked the fact that the apartment building was for adults only. This meant there would be no screaming kids or obnoxious teenagers yelling in the hallways. Everything was suggesting that this was the place. I could not wait to move out of the noisy basement suite and when the day came, I rented an SUV and spent a long weekend moving to my new two bedroom apartment.

The moving was killing me already. It was a tough job and screwed over my entire long weekend again. Not to mention the cost of SUV rental and extreme amount of headache one puts themselves through moving. So when I was eventually moved, I felt the relief upon my skin, still shaking from the pains of recent move. I went to enjoy my first night in my new apartment, set myself a bed up, laid my tired head and body down, closed my eyes and went to have a peaceful night after months of extreme headache due to stomping roommates. What happened next was the biggest nightmare of my life.

I was tired as all hell and really needed a rest. I lay down and at that moment the people who lived in the apartment above me came home from a long weekend out. The noise they made was far worse than what I was getting from my previous roommates. What’s even worse, these people never quit. I was so tired I’d fall asleep standing. My eyes were so heavy I’d need pliers to open my lids up, yet the noise kept me awake whole night. I turned into a zombie and all of my faith in humanity was gone. I left one place to escape this stomping noise, went through extreme hassle of moving and worked day and night to move in three days only to come to the same and worse. I was ready to kill someone.

I basically realized that I can’t stay here. This noise was overbearing and there was too much of it. The following day I wrote up a letter introducing myself to the neighbours who lived above me and explained how hard it was for me last night with the noise they were making and how they didn’t quit whole night and asked them for consideration so we can all live soundly.

I dropped the letter off under their door and few minutes later someone knocks on my door. I open the door and there’s this absolutely gorgeous Asian girl standing there with my letter. I didn’t know what to say she was so gorgeous. I stuttered some incoherent crap and she left letting me know that her family faces the same issue as me as neighbours above them also make noise. I was devastated. I was defeated. I was broken, ready to quit on life. I moved six times in last two years. Because of that I was not able to unpack the stuff from my boxes because what’s the point of unpacking if I have to spend a week putting it back inside the boxes to allow for another move. And now after two years I thought I had found the place where I would be able to stay for a long time, so I could unpack my boxes and enjoy the items inside, but people living above me destroyed this hope in one night. My attempt to resolve it in a diplomatic way failed and I was left with nothing but tears in my eyes.

What happened next, however, was the most liberating feeling I felt since the beginning of my corporate lifestyle. I looked at the boxes which I have just moved in and said to myself – that’s it! I’m done moving it. I put a basket next to each box and went through stuff. Anything that I did not have in my hand in last two years went in the basket which I then dumped into the garbage bin outside. Anything I did not see an immediate need for went in the garbage. I didn’t care how expensive it was. I’ve dumped electronics, I’ve dumped jewelry, I’ve dumped merchandise I had for sale in my shop – I’ve simply dumped three quarters of my possessions without second thought.

After it was all dumped, I looked at the apartment which was before stuffed with boxes and now reasonably empty and felt an indescribable feeling of liberation. I felt as though a major burden I was crumbling under for years was taken off my shoulders. I felt like I could breathe again. I have liberated myself from possessions and it made me feel happier than I have felt in years.

My reasoning behind dumping everything was that it would not be worth the time trying to sell it. I imagined myself taking picture of each item I have, then posting classified ads about it. Some people would respond with loads of questions I would have to answer to give myself a chance to sell. Most would not go ahead with the purchase so I would spend a lot of time dealing with potential buyers who will not buy in the end. And what would I get? I’d end up selling way below reasonable value. So I’d be giving everything away anyway. When I took all that into account, I came to conclusion that amount of time it would cost me to post an ad and deal with potential buyers and amount of money I’d be able to recover per item would not be worth it. If I invested this time into something sensible, I could actually make decent money so why waste it in a stressful way? It just made no sense so dumpster it was. No second guessing – straight to the bin. If I look at my acting back then through the eyes of now, I feel extremely proud of myself. I now understand the value of time and how precious it is. I am glad I made it a priority over a couple of bucks these days and weeks of work I’d have to put towards potential sale would bring. Even before my awakening this undisputable understanding of my true self was there.

This whole dumping of possessions was kind of funny because I filled the whole giant bin outside in one day. I had to wait till dump trucks came to empty it and then I filled it again all by myself. I realized that other tenants in the apartment building would get angry with me for not being able to fit any of their actual home garbage in, so I waited each day until late at night to dump my possessions. Nobody saw who filled the dumpster so nobody knew whom to blame. I have filled it up like that several times. Dumptruck doesn’t come every day so my doing was responsible for crippling the garbage disposal abilities of all people who lived in the apartment.

This took place at the beginning of April 2009. It was before I went to Iceland, it was before I realized what corporate lifestyle did to me and decided to turn my life around. This liberation from possessions took place because I have had enough of moving my junk around and never even using it. Little did I know at the time that this small act would set me on my merry way to a better life. Yes, I still had the noise to deal with, but the thought of moving was not nearly as scary anymore. And now that I was free from most of my possessions, it has also become clear that when I turned my back on a leased car, it was the best decision I could have made.

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