Watashiwa wakarinaska!
Today I found out that all along you CAN work on a student visa in the UK. But then I remembered the whole reason we decided against the UK. We would probably still be in stinky Boston right now, no not Boston, Seekonk! Just the thought of having to spend months living in that town makes me cringe. It's absolutely boring there. We wouldn't have left until September--a whole YEAR after I would have graduated. Sure. So here I am, in Melbourne, the most liveable city in the world. I love it here.
Last night we had a sushi-party at our place. Will and I invited over a bunch of people along with our friend Kayoko who was to instruct us on how to prepare sushi. We went to Big W and bought a really neat table cloth to spread out on the floor. We bought bamboo mats for rolling the sushi, chopsticks and sake. Sake isn't that tasty by the way. It must have been around 12 of us all sitting on the floor passing around plates of sushi, drinking, making fun of bad sushi-making skills and just having a good time while we listened to Japanese pop music. It was a sucessfull party I think. There was even a two layer cake that I made (from a box) and after it was served, I was told that I'm suitable for marriage apparently. Fancy that.
So I guess that next I should say that I still believe that men have two hearts: One in their chest and one in their stomach. If you know this then you've got one of the main ingredients to being a good wife. If you can cook, you've got your foot in the door. Although, I'd like to add that if you're a horrible person inside or you've got a potty mouth which affects your ability to abstain from damaging a guy's ego, you're doomed. I asked Will if he would still be happy if he had a wife that couldn't cook. He said yes, but cooking skills would make him happier. See, its true. My mum says its only proper that a lady know how to iron a shirt with or without starch, cook a variety of different plates including rice and beans, leave a bathroom spotless with the aid of cleaning chemicals, sew certain things that require mending such as buttons, small holes and tears and take care of your man in a manner you see fit- or someone else will. Or if you don't have someone to do all of these things for, at least you can do them for yourself and you don't have to hire someone to do it for you.
My next blog entry will cover the controversial topic of housekeepers. I've had plenty of them, in all shapes, colours and sizes. Stay tuned.
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