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Name: debbie
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 10/26/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: baking cookies, going to the supermarket late at night, organizing my computer files, reading fiction novels, the eggrolls and fried tacos at jack in the box, staying home on cold, rainy days and watching dvds while eating yummy food
Expertise: annoying my sister
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/27/2003
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| In middle school, we had stuff like "Pajama Day" or "Spirit so-wear-red-and-gold Day." I remember one in particular..."Nike Day." Basically, you wear anything with a Nike logo and because I was in leadership, I had to participate. Problem was, I didn't own anything Nike...no shoes, t-shirts, hats..etc (hello, LA Gear?) What the creative genius in me do? I found a white sticker, colored it black, and cut out the famous logo. Voila!
My family wasn't the wealthiest of families...of course there were things I wanted that I couldn't have, but I did see that my parents worked so hard so that we would have what we needed and sometimes wanted. When they first started our restaurant, they woke up at before the sun came out and came home sometimes past midnight. Tomorrow, I officially start my career as an optometrist. Compared to my parents, I'll have it so easy- no crazy hours, no dirty kitchen. They've supported me thus far and maybe if I learn to work half as hard as they do, I can slowly start supporting them.
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| Asian women have an advantage of looking younger than they really are. I'm happy for this, except when I'm seeing patients. When I greet them, some patients look at me warily and hesitate before saying hi and shaking my hand. Some say aloud, "you're the doc? you look too young." I try to laugh it off and reassure them that i'm not that young. i'm at a disadvantage because I have to work a little harder to earn their trust.
My roommate in optometry school was shorter than 5 feet and seriously looked like she was in high school. Some patients have asked her if she was 12. HAHA.
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| * Warning! Monster post ahead! *
Japan...the land of cleanliness, politeness, deliciousness! Unlike its neighbors to the west and far west, Japan is so clean and so not smelly! I especially appreciated the clean public bathrooms.
Land of vending machines...including cigarettes. Is there no age restriction?
The Shinkansen...so clean and fast! Traveling at over 180mph, this train zipped us to faraway cities in no time!
Cute ladies in their kimonos! Notice the sparkling clean subway stations?!
What do I love more than green tea ice cream? Green tea soft serve!!
Love these bento boxes! I really like compartmentalized things.
Our first meal here was Japanese ramen. I was SO excited to try it, but this one wasn't that great.
Beautiful temples and gardens! This one is painted gold...the color looks sadly muted in this picture.
Like my crazy beard?!
There are over a thousand deers that roam around a park in Nara. They are regarded as sacred creatures. You can pet them and buy these cheap biscuits to feed them.
There were a few times where I really wished I could read Japanese.
How many turtles do you see?
I also love Japanese curry and spaghetti....this meal was especially good, because we were starving!
Soba and tempura
There's this place called Sweets Forest, with several dessert cafes inside.
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Blueberry with frozen yogurt crepe...
Pastry heaven...
At Yokohama (Chinatown), we had one of the BEST steamed pork buns! Steaming hot and mouth-wateringly fresh and delicious.
Our hair looks gross due to the gross humidity.
Bonnie tried uni for the first time. She was NOT a fan. 
Traveling requires a lot of energy and a lot of money. I had neither. Good thing I enjoy window shopping.
Fake eyelashes, anyone?
Our friend's daughter, So-mang ('hope' in Korean). So cute with her uneven haircut.
My 8 days in Japan flew by! The food was really good, but I was craving anything spicy toward the end. My wonderful mommy had galbi and kimchi waiting for me when I came home. 
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