I went to watch Exotica the other day. Ooo... And, the dancers were HOT!!! (See above - managed to get photos with some of the dancers. YX... The dancers came out for photos and all before their next show, so managed to catch them after I got back from TCC) Got to watch it for free cos my cousin had some connections and managed to get us in for free. Just have to pay for drinks and all. Haha... And, since I didn't drink, the whole night was almost free (exclude my little supper at TCC) except for parking and gas which wasn't a whole lot.
Gas... Hmmm... Gas... Er.. Petrol? Yes, somehow, I've picked up terms like, " Can I get the check?" or "I need to get gas. Is there a gas station around?" or "Could I get a box?" and either the waiters look at me as if I were from some planet out of this solar system. No, I am not trying to fake being an American or trying to tell the whole world that I have just come back from the States. It's just that I have had to use these statements a lot more than I have back home in Singapore.
Take a look at the first 2 statements. Usually, if I do go out to eat, either my dad calls for the check, or it's probably self service and we'll settle our checks individually. Yup, true, once in a while we'll have to call for the check, but you know how the infamous "signature in the air" does the trick and the check comes right to you. So, it was only in the States (well, at least for me) that I began calling for the check more often.
Statement 2: I don't have to get gas for my car (or more technically, my dad's car) back in Singapore. Neither did I have to bother about gas prices and all. But, when you're in a state like Texas where not having a car is almost a handicap (you'll probably take 5 hours to do grocery shopping when it'll normally take you 1hour to do it. Why? The public transport system here sucks), you become more weary about everything related to a car. From the ever increasing gas prices, learning how to pump gas (well, I pumped gas for the 1st time in my life in Austin), car maintenance and all. And of course, the ever helpful guys would gladly buffet out information about cars. Thanks guys!!! So, of course the term gas grew on me during my stay there.
Finally, statement 3. Firstly, American portions are Huge. Texan portions are EVEN LARGER. Well, they don't say that "Everything is bigger in Texas" for nothing. So, HUGE portions = can't finish food. And instead of wasting it, why not keep it for the next meal. After all, the microwave has been such a wonderful invention, so use it to the max! Singapore portions on the otherhand are small (hmmm... well, at least in comparison to the US ones) and there's not much to ta-bao after you finish your meal. Short of the random times when I order according to my cravings. Of which many different ones can happen at the same moment = many dishes (if my wallet allows). So, definitely there'll be left overs. Or when I'm feeling fat, and eat only 1/2 the portion of the serving size. Of which, the above 2 don't happen so frequently. Naturally "boxing" of food was used more widely in the States than I did in Singapore.
Still, that being said, I still retain part of my "proper" British training from the grounding the Pri & Sec school teachers gave in grammar. And, the Singaporean slang has always been at the tip of my tongue. Will I retain those American terms? Well, that's for y'all to hear in the coming months!