Tuesday 16 December 2014
I went to the nearest nursery to buy some potting soil this morning.
My palms needed re-potting as they had outgrown their pot.
I had been meaning to re-pot them since last week, but we ran out of potting soil, and so I had to buy some before I can give them a new home.
We used to be able to get 7 bags of garden soil for ten ringgits, but today I was told that I must pay two ringgits for every bag, no matter how many I bought.
Since my beloved Kentia really needed a new pot to call home, and I am not particularly good at haggling, I went ahead and bought five bags anyway.
The Bangladesh national who served me was the only worker there, and he actually handled the cash register too.
We have so many foreign nationals working in this country and making a good living too.
The other day, Yaya told me she went to a shop nearby because she needed something urgently for the house and was served by a Bangladesh national who was absolutely fluent in Bahasa Melayu that she thought he had been here for years.
The conversation went something like this -
Yaya: Bagus la Bahasa Melayu awak. Dah lama ke duduk sini?
Amer: Lama juga la kak.
Yaya: Ya ke? Dah berapa tahun dah duduk sini?
Amer : Tujuh bulan kak.
Yaya: (Jaw dropped) ... Tapi Bahasa Melayu awak bagus betul.
Amer: Bukan susah nak belajar Bahasa Melayu. Saya beli buku, belajar, cakap dengan orang yang datang beli di sini, tiga bulan saya dah boleh cakap macam ni. Saya lebih pandai cakap Melayu dari boss saya.
This is not an isolated case - I have met quite a number of them myself.
I am beginning to conclude that these Bangladesh nationals are actually far smarter and more diligent, or in a single word, superior, than Malaysians who still cannot construct proper sentences in Bahasa Malaysia let alone speak fluently in the national language despite being born and bred here.
Oh by the way, here's a photo of my re-potted palms.
Pretty, aren't they?