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My name is Giang Nguyen. I am 20 years old and pretty much a nerdasaurus, though I am grateful to not own that look.
I'm 5-feet tall, which makes me stand out as a Hulk among the Smurfs.
Either you are an atheist or non-religious, otherwise please avoid discussing religions with me, at all costs.
English is (sadly) my second language, so please tolerate my weird grammatical arrangements and awful word choice that I have been making and will be making them. Vietnamese is my mothertongue.
Living in the U.S.A. for 3 years now, I can't help developing motorphobia, which means I always fail behind-the-wheel examination.
I am ugly, inside-out. End of story.
I am a Cancer. Does that make me die from cancer too? This is totally a joke. I'm not that dumb. I’m funny, or at least I try to be.
Though the fact that I am a thoughtful, humble, kind person means that I tend to not hurt people, I am actually very mean and tyrannical when it comes to things and people of my possession. In reality, I get very beachy and will do whatever it takes to claim my stolen stuff back. I bear a sign that says "BOBA - Beware Of Bad Attitude” on my forehead.
Contrary to my ferocious nature, I hold so much tears and they are so ready to burst out. I’m like a water balloon. Just the tiny tip of a needle would pop the latex ball and water will blast off like a tsunami.
My deepest wounds and greatest grins have always been caused by words. I hate being hurt verbally. And I love being spoiled with words. More than anyone else, I understand and admire the power of words. Sometimes I’d rather swallow my words than to poison somebody’s mind with them. In my experience, good words create unwanted/undeserved relationships; bad words destroy everything; lies won’t help.
Of course, it is my private blog so I am absolutely authorized to post/reblog my favorite pictures, or quotes, or trends of fashion.
I don't really care about following and followers. I don't care about cyber fame and artificial name. However, I make sure that I treat my followers (if there is any) with courtesy and appreciation.
I respect grammar, punctuation and the language itself. Thus my blog promises you maturity and clarity. I do not curse or use bad words.
White is my favorite color.
Rose is my favorite flower.
I love fruit.
My dream car is a gray two-door Acura RSX. But for the sakes of my parents' joints I may just go with any four-door cutie.
I am a serious neat freak. Seriously, do not mess up my house, my room, my work station, my wardrobe, my refrigerator, AND my desktop. You do not want to see my outrageous face.
I wish I had dimples on my way-too-chubby cheeks.
One last thing, “jMku” can be interpreted as “I-Am-Kute” or “I-Am-Queued,” but it is certainly a name, which has been coded. This blog is dedicated to that one person to whom I owe my whole life.
Have I mentioned that I talk a smurfa lot?
I'm 5-feet tall, which makes me stand out as a Hulk among the Smurfs.
Either you are an atheist or non-religious, otherwise please avoid discussing religions with me, at all costs.
English is (sadly) my second language, so please tolerate my weird grammatical arrangements and awful word choice that I have been making and will be making them. Vietnamese is my mothertongue.
Living in the U.S.A. for 3 years now, I can't help developing motorphobia, which means I always fail behind-the-wheel examination.
I am ugly, inside-out. End of story.
I am a Cancer. Does that make me die from cancer too? This is totally a joke. I'm not that dumb. I’m funny, or at least I try to be.
Though the fact that I am a thoughtful, humble, kind person means that I tend to not hurt people, I am actually very mean and tyrannical when it comes to things and people of my possession. In reality, I get very beachy and will do whatever it takes to claim my stolen stuff back. I bear a sign that says "BOBA - Beware Of Bad Attitude” on my forehead.
Contrary to my ferocious nature, I hold so much tears and they are so ready to burst out. I’m like a water balloon. Just the tiny tip of a needle would pop the latex ball and water will blast off like a tsunami.
My deepest wounds and greatest grins have always been caused by words. I hate being hurt verbally. And I love being spoiled with words. More than anyone else, I understand and admire the power of words. Sometimes I’d rather swallow my words than to poison somebody’s mind with them. In my experience, good words create unwanted/undeserved relationships; bad words destroy everything; lies won’t help.
Of course, it is my private blog so I am absolutely authorized to post/reblog my favorite pictures, or quotes, or trends of fashion.
I don't really care about following and followers. I don't care about cyber fame and artificial name. However, I make sure that I treat my followers (if there is any) with courtesy and appreciation.
I respect grammar, punctuation and the language itself. Thus my blog promises you maturity and clarity. I do not curse or use bad words.
White is my favorite color.
Rose is my favorite flower.
I love fruit.
My dream car is a gray two-door Acura RSX. But for the sakes of my parents' joints I may just go with any four-door cutie.
I am a serious neat freak. Seriously, do not mess up my house, my room, my work station, my wardrobe, my refrigerator, AND my desktop. You do not want to see my outrageous face.
I wish I had dimples on my way-too-chubby cheeks.
One last thing, “jMku” can be interpreted as “I-Am-Kute” or “I-Am-Queued,” but it is certainly a name, which has been coded. This blog is dedicated to that one person to whom I owe my whole life.
Have I mentioned that I talk a smurfa lot?
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