I've just had to tell a friend who is here on holiday with his boyfriend that I can't have a girly lunch with him on the Harbour. Since arriving in Sydney I have been running around like mad. I have a consulting deadline to meet, with the report due yesterday,as usual, so I have not even had the time to go on usual afternoon strolls. All play and no work makes S a cash poor girl. But all is not lost. Have got myself semi-organised enough to get D converted...or as the converter says "returned" to the faith. Much much easier than I though it would be, considering that D only recieved the crash course on the 10 commandments the night before...I mean 11, to be divided into 2 categories. Of course we found sites with more than 12 basic tenets, and that threw us off a bit. During the interview, the nice interviewer kept throwing arabic and malay religious words at me in the hope that I could translate for D. I however kept giving him blank looks, and worse, just guessed. After a while he left me out of it. Lets just say that D is now a Johan in spite of me. Yup, I chose Johan. Much easier for me to remember if need be, and D likes it (after I told him that it does not matter if he comes in second, he will always be a champion). It appeals to the sportsman in him. He was jaywalking home like a suicidal maniac after I told him that he was as sinless as a baby. Well, up to the point he recklessly ignored my complaints about his jaywalking. He knows that in the faith, not listening to the future wife is a big sin...mucho grande bad point against soul type sin.

Off in a minute to the local flight center. Booking ticket back to KL for a short visit.