An old man whom I had thought to be Chinese, passed me a piece of folded white paper. He then told me before alighting from the bus, in a recognisable Malay accent, to pass the paper to friends after I was done with it. Out of curiosity, I scrutinised the paper.

It was a sort of a zikir timetable. A different zikir for each day of the week. Bless that old man.

The latest trend in online messaging is in the form of Friendster. Long before some people went gaga over it, a friend of mine had long invited me to be a part of the community.

Yesterday, I did some random surfing over the people in my network. A mixture of surprise, shock and disbelief came over me when I saw familiar faces from the past.

Everyone's so grown up now.

My first paper is at 2.30pm later. Have I done anything?

Nosireeeeee!