She must have been a zillion years old.

Yet she doddered on through the park, over the rickets bridge, over cobbled pathways and between whizzing kids on skates to get to the little shop tucked away between the 'Wonderz' super mart and the chicken rice stall.

And once she was there, she removed her footwear, doddered in, and paid obeisance to over 200 Buddha statues, bent some more, lit a couple of joss sticks and doddered out. She was far too wrinkled for me to figure out if it was piety she expressed on her face.

But considering the fact that I have to force myself to get up and off to work each day, she sure had a damn strong will.