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“You’ve Changed, Man!”

I notice when I spend extended periods of time in foreign countries, my speech patterns and mannerisms adapt. Here are some examples.

I've got to remember to take my shoes off when I enter historic buildings

Clearly, my initial classes were fascinating. He even tagged me in the picture!

Clearly, my initial classes were fascinating. He even tagged me in the picture! Circa, 2008.

I’ve been living abroad for almost eight years now. I am originally from Australia and have lived in South Korea, Singapore and now, for the last week, India. I’ve worked as an English teacher for almost all of that time, so I tend to take notice of changes and adaptations in the way I speak when I am in another country for a prolonged period of time. Here are some examples of adjustments I’ve made when I’m in these countries:

Australians use far more slang than is really necessary. It is ingrained in us from a young age and becomes almost impossible to escape, constantly shortening words and adding an ‘-o’ or a ‘-y’ for absolutely no reason at all, rhyming slang, stupid analogies, the list goes on. What was natural for me as young kid growing up in a small country town had to be toned down substantially when I moved to the city and completely avoided when I moved overseas. I was recently back in Australia for two and a half weeks and I noticed that I did in some ways make minor adjustments in the way I spoke, reverting to some of the old habits I grew up with, especially when I was in country areas, speaking to country people.
Most Noticeable Change in that Time: Beginning sentences with “Yeah, nah…”.

South Korea:
I moved to Korea only six months after I developed epilepsy and I had tried to learn some Korean in that time, but all I managed to remember was ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’ and ‘Thank you’.
Most Noticeable Change in that Time: Speaking louder in the hope that it will help someone instantly understand what I’m trying to say.

English is technically the official language of Singapore, but in reality, it is Singlish. Aaahhh, Singlish, which, to the ears of an English teacher, is the aural equivalent of chewing on tin foil. Example; Every year, Singapore has Beer Fest, a pretty cool international beer festival. Last year, I tried a new beer I really enjoyed, so I asked the distributer where it was available. I then asked him if it was available in bottles or cans. His response, “Bottle can, can can not, lah”. Translation: “It’s available in bottles, but not in cans, however”. Terrifyingly, I had been living in Singapore long enough by that stage that his sentence made perfect sense to me, even after about 10 beers.
Most Noticeable Change in that Time: When I ask questions, I make a sentence and put the question word and the subject pronoun at the end. Example: Instead of asking, “Is the flight delayed?”, I now ask, “Flight’s delayed, is it?”.

Which brings me to India:

Where we are staying, the two main languages are Tamil and French, however, most people here are reasonably fluent in English, too. They tend to speak very quickly without really stressing syllables, but, besides that, they speak like you and me, no noticeable slang. There’s only one main difference; Indians wobble their heads from side to side when speaking.
Most Noticeable Change in that Time: I now wobble my head side to side when I am answering questions or am offered anything, particularly in restaurants. This isn’t a racist thing, I’m not mocking them, it’s just a cultural thing here and it is extremely contagious! I noticed Anna doing it when talking to a taxi driver on the second day we were here! It happened when we came to India three years ago, too. I try not to do it, just in case the person I’m speaking to thinks I’m being condescending, but it just happens subconsciously, thus, I have to make a conscious effort to control it. But, “When in Rome…”

I've got to remember to take my shoes off when I enter historic buildings

I’ve got to remember to take my shoes off when I enter buildings of historic significance.

A few other things I’ve noticed here that I wouldn’t have expected:

  • There really aren’t any convenience stores. No 7-11s, no Cheers’, nothing, just small roadside stalls selling water, ice-cream and cigarettes, which is ironic when the stereotype for most countries is that convenience stores are usually run by Indians.
  • No McDonalds or Starbucks, either. In fact, the only fast food places I’ve seen are Pizza Hut, Domino’s and Subway and I’ve only seen one of each. Plus, there was a place that sold chicken biryani in a bucket similar to KFC. The bucket even had red vertical stripes
  • People here are extremely honest. I mentioned the other day that a waiter chased us quite a distance in the dark to give Anna her credit card back. Well, the other night I had to try to convince another waiter that they had substantially undercharged me. It took a while and in the end the bill was still less than it should have been!
  • People here are incredibly friendly. I have random strangers come up to me all the time on the street and say ‘hello’, ask where I’m from, that type of thing. They aren’t drunk, they’re just genuinely nice, hospitable people.

Anyway, yet again, it’s another nice day outside, so I better have a shower and get dressed, because Anna is on her way back from Chennai Airport after attending Tiffany and Farid’s weddings in Singapore. I just want to take this oppourtunity to say congratulations to Tiffany and Farid, you’ve been through a lot to get to this point, I’m just glad to see it was worth it, but I truly am sorry I couldn’t be there for your two big days.

Congratulations, Tiffany and Farid, I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together.

Congratulations, Tiffany and Farid, I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together.


About Dr. Tan's Travels (110 Articles)
My name's Tim. I'm a freelance writer and former ESL teacher from Melbourne, Australia, who taught in Daejeon, Korea for six months in 2007 and, until February 2015, had taught in Singapore for seven years. My wife, Anna, is an ophthalmologist. Between March 2015 and July 2016 we spent a month in Pondicherry, India, three months in Bonn, Germany, and 12 months in New York before returning to Singapore, all for training and work placements for her. The reason I wanted to keep this blog is because I suffer from epilepsy and have a terrible memory, therefore this would be a great way to help me remember our travels. I will do my best to keep it updated and even continue writing now that we're back in Singapore, but there is one problem; I have a pretty severe phobia of anything medical.

4 Comments on “You’ve Changed, Man!”

  1. Great post Tim! Thanks for the wishes, no worries, we’ll catch up some time soon enough!

    Cheers, FARID

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