(What I saw on telly).

(From New Straits Times (Malaysia))

Byline: Su Aziz

I ALWAYS wondered why my mom didn't insist that I learn Mandarin or Cantonese when I was a child. If I had, I might be able to muster up some Chinese dialect to order a meal in a Chinese restaurant or release some steam when traffic seizes my short supply of good humour.

I might also be better able to enjoy the foreign dramas in the slot between 7pm and 11pm on terrestrial TV which normally caters to Mandarin or Cantonese speaking audiences.

A couple of years ago, I truly didn't mind reading subtitles while watching a Korean or Hong Kong series, but these days, I seem unable to visualise …