At one time during office hours, some twenty years ago, I waxed lyrical to my office colleague on my
passion in taking part in the Penang Bridge Marathon.  The magnificent view on the Penang Bridge
during the wee hours of the morning, the fishermen below waving their hands at the thousands of
runners over the bridge, all these make for a memorable and delightful experience to me.  But when
he heard that the run is held on Sunday mornings, he lamented that he couldn't possibly participate,
as "I'll miss my Sunday morning Mass".  Apparently he is a devout Christian.  On the same note, my
brother-in-law who is a devout Muslim, mentioned the fact that he had to decline my brother's wedding anniversary dinner invitation in a posh hotel, because "I'll miss my 'maghrib' prayers if I were to attend this dinner.  Another friend of mine, mentioned the fact that his wife is a devout Buddhist, devoting most of her
time to cook for the priests at the temple - but "she neglected to cook for me in the house", he lamented.
I am amused when I heard all these idiosyncracies.