teeDarling

Miss BubbleButt
teeDarling is AVAILABLE for bookingsSTRICTLY seriously STRICTLY serious inquiries ONLYteeDarling is available for:
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Please contact me at [email protected] for my resume, details, and rates
I DO NOT do nudity WHATSOEVER, so please save yourself the time and stupidity, and DO NOT ask me!!♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
♥All About Tee♥For as long as I remember, my life has always been pretty harsh. There was never a dull moment in sight. I was born in South Carolina in the eighties to parents that had very little. My parents fled Vietnam during the war years in search of freedom and a more peaceful surrounding. They already had my sister. However, little did they know, my mother was already pregnant with me. They came to South Carolina with minimal to make a living. However, they managed to maintain a home out of a trailer.Once my parents found out about the pregnancy, they didn't know what to do. They already had my sister who was just an infant at the time. Money was extremely scarce and they barely made a living. Regardless, they decided to keep little ole me.I was given birth at a priest's house because my mother couldn't even make it to the hospital in time. After the birth of Tee Nguyen, my parents were terribly poor. They had absolutely no money to buy any of the neccessities for raising me. However, a miracle happened. The priest held a donation drive at the church for me and my family. Many people that I still have yet to meet donated food, clothing, toys, and diapers to my family. We were truly blessed. And, for that I am so frigging thankful.After birth, I was brought home to a family that was already hurting. My mother was suffering from my father's crucial abusiveness. I was way too young to even remember anything. My mother would later on tell me stories of how my father would throw me around when I was just an infant simply because I wouldn't stop crying.Even though I was born into an unhappy surrounding, growing up in South Carolina wasn't all bad. I remember me and my sister used to play in the dirt with all of our dogs that we had found abandoned. We would continue to play until I would get lit the fuck up by the vicious red ants. Then, my sister, being the hero that she is, would carry me home and tend to my wounds.We stayed in South Carolina until I was about five years old. At that time, my mother have birth two more children who shall be known as my wonderful brothers who I have grown to love and cherish more than life within itself.Up until that point, my father was still abusive towards my mother and all of us. One day, I came home from Kindergarten, and my mother tells me and my sister to pack all of our belongings. I was way too young to understand. Little did I know, my mother was running away from my father.I woke up to find myself in Danbury, Connecticut, where we stayed with our cousins. I didn't realize that we were hiding from my father's abusiveness. I was just happy to be with the rest of my cousins. However, my father found us somehow and my parents' wreckless relationship continued on.Living on New Street in Danbury was absolutely the best of times. Even though, my family was hurting, me and my cousins had the best childhood. We had absolutely no money, very little clothes, very little toys, and minimal food. However, we still manage to have a rocking time with one another. I remember we were so darn poor, for Halloween, we wore the same exact clothing we had on on any regular day (except they were high watered, mind you). The only difference our parents did was threw on some eye liner and some blush. We were bunnies, cats, dogs, and other animals. But I swear to god, we ALL look the damn same!!!Me, my sister, my brothers, and all of my cousins used to play in the dirt behind the building we were living in. We would go out there in the dirt straight barefeet. We would be in the dirt for hours on end, searching for worms, bugs, and any other creature we can put our hands on. We were so darn disgusting, but it was so much fun!! We used to climb the mulberry trees, pick the berries, and eat them right on the spot. We were the dirtiest kids ever!!!! But our bond was crazy tight (and, it still is) and we had the best time.I remember I hated going home. Going home meant the unhappiness would continue and it would just continue on for years to come. If I could of played in that dirt forever, I would of done it in a heartbeat. Anything was better than being in that home.A couple years passed and the beatings continued. Another day came, and my mother told us we were leaving. This time, I knew exactly why we were disappearing. This time, we made our way to Philadelphia to stay with our cousins that just recently moved there from Connecticut. I remember that day so well. We arrived there that morning on September 9, 1989. However, my mother went missing from my father didn't last too long. I remember coming home one day from school to see my father's face at the door. All I remember was feeling that fear and that threat of his presence. He simply ask me why didn't I tell him we were gone. I was scared because the wrong words could ticked him off. All I said was I don't know.Once again, my mother forgave my father. And, once again, their relationship continued. A year later, we moved into our very first home while my mother was pregnant with her fifth child. This was the house that become my home. It became the only home I would know for years to come. The abuse continued. I don't even know if it got worse, or it gotten any better. There were times I didn't even understand why he was hitting us. I just figured he was being a father, punishing his children. However, as time progress and I gotten older, everything got more hectic.In 1993, my parents purchase their very first business, which so happen to be a nail salon. That nail salon would of lead to the death of a normal childhood for me and my siblings. We spend more time there than we did anywhere else. That is how me and my sister adapted the skills of doing acrylic nails by the ages of eleven and twelve. With that said, my parents put us to work by the time me and my sister were in a sixth grade. Our schedule was to go to school, go to work, go home, clean, eat, clean some more, do homework, and go to bed to wake up to the same routine the very next day. I don't know if this was what me and my sister to rebel at such a young age, but I believe it has alot to do with why I am the way I am.After the constant abuse, I woke up one day to find my sister not in her bed. She was no where to be found in the house and the back door was wide open. I didn't know what was going on, but my parents were more concerned with the fact that the door was left unlocked than the fact my sister had disappeared. We later found out she had ran away. I realized she was staying at a boyfriend's house. With her gone, the tension grew in the house. My parents were constantly arguing, however the beatings had finally stopped. But, since my father wasn't beating on my mother, he had nothing to release his anger on. This where I came in the picture. Every day I came home from school to have my father punch me, throw me against a wall, or choke me. He was simply taking out his aggression on his little girl while his sons looked on.Eventually, my sister came home. Up to this point, I had became my father's daily punching bag. It gotten so bad, but I refused to tell my mother because I didn't want to sadden her with another hurtful story of our family. So, with myself, I decided to leave if my father were to hurt me once again.February of 1996, right after Chinese New Year's, I came home without my house keys. I somehow lost them on the way home from school. Once my father found out about it, he charged at me, choked me, and back hand the shit out of me. I cried and I cried and I cried. I didn't cry because of the fact that it stinged. I cried because I knew I was going to leave. And, I really didn't want to. I didn't want to leave my brothers behind. These boys were (and still are) the world to me. I remember I used to steal their Christmas gifts for them because I couldn't afford to buy them myself. And, leaving them was the absolute hardest. But, I felt like I just had leave. I felt like it was my fault for the arguments in the house. I felt like it was my fault for the beatings. I felt like I caused all the anger in the house and I figure with me gone, the home would be at peace. So I packed little clothes, wrote a good-bye letter, and I left with barely forty dollars in my pockets. I had no clue what I was doing. I had no clue where I was going. There were days I didn't even know if I was going to end up on the streets that night. I was only thirteen years old. I ran away for over three months. Since that day I ran away, I can barely manage to stay home for more than a year.It was so tough being on my own so damn young. I had met so many people. Some made a huge impact on my life, both good and bad. I remember staying in West Philly at the time, I came up upon a guy whom I assumed to be my friend. It was a guy we used to share laughs together. We used to conversate together. I said my greetings and made my way to the park. Next thing I know, I was surrounded by a shit load of dudes. I hear someone yell, "You ready, nigga?" Another dude responds, "Hell yeah." All I felt was a hard ass blow to the back of my head. I turned around to only get punched dead on in the face. After that, I dropped to the ground and all I felt were kicks and punches everywhere on my body. Some girl seen the commotion and broke it up. She walked me up to the apartment where I was staying. She then had another group of guys escort me to Upper Darby via train. I went out there and hung out at some random park. We then found out that the guys that strolled on me are looking for me and they were coming down to Upper Darby to look for me. We hopped the train again to go to South Philly. However, the guys that were escorting were afraid of getting beat up for helping me so they decided to part with me. I was in South Philly all by myself with out a damn clue as to where to go. Later on, I found out the guys strolled on because they thought I was involve with some Blood Gang.At the time, I knew nothing of South Philly. I had no clue where I was at. I tried to hopped the train to find somewhere to to. However, it was getting extremely late and the trains had stopped running. I had no clue where I was. I was just this little girl trying to survive. I didn't know what to do. And, at that very moment, it was the first time I felt utterly lost and completely confused. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know anything. All I could do at that moment was walk and held my face in my hands and cried. I didn't care if people seen me. I didn't care if people knew. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to disappear. I kept on walking and I kept on crying. A lady biker seen me and called out to me. She asked me if I was okay. All my life, I always told people I am fine and nothing was ever wrong. For the first time in my life, I shooked my head no and I told her I wasn't okay. I remember her name was Elizabeth and she had the kindest face. I told her that I ran away from home because my father beat me and I am running away from some guys that had just rolled on me. I explained to her that I am lost and I didn't know where I am going, but I didn't want to go home. She looked at me hopelessly and ask me if I would like to stay with her for the night. I hesitated at first, but I nodded to her purposal. We came to her house and I remember it being so little but so cozy.I learned that she has a son and she also suffer an abusive relationship with her ex-lover. She decied to leave and protect her toddler son. From her house, I decided to call home to remind my sister that I was fine and that I love her and my brothers very much. That night I ate a wonderful meal and I slept in a racing car bed.The next morning I woke up to Elizabeth's knocking. She had an envelope with her information and chump change in it for me. She told me to use that information if I ever get stuck in the same situation again. She gave me an apple and sent me on my way. I got on the train and made way back up to North Philly. I found my group of friends and simply continue to hang out as if nothing as happened. However, that same day, some fuck tard stole the envelope with Elizabeth's information out of my backpack. I was so upset because she helped me in need when no one else did and that meant so fucking much to me. And, now I have no way of showing her my gratitude towards her token of kindness.ElizabethIf you are still out there, and you are reading this. Please find some way to contact me. You have no clue how much your generosity means to me. I am so absolutely grateful every single day for what you have done for me. You do not know how much I appreciate it. It means more than the world to me and it would mean even more to me if I can find you and show you all of my gratitude towards your kindness.........To Be Continued...♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥Frequently Asked QuestionsDue to the overwhelming number of messages I am getting in my mailbox, I have created a FAQ's (Frequently Asked Questions for all you slow folks) section that all of you fellow Myspacers can refer to. Please (I cannot even stress the word please enough) read these questions and answers first before you decide on sending me a message. If they don't answer a certain question your wondering mind has been curious about, then send me a message.What is your REAL name?
The name is Tee Nguyen. My other aliases that I respond to include teeDarling, Tweety, Teeze, BubbleButt, TeeWee and the infamous list goes on and on.How old are you?
I am twenty-four going on twenty.Where are you originally from?
I was given birth down south in Charleston, South Carolina. However, I spent most of my life in Philadelphia, where I reside today.What is your nationality?
I am 100% Vietnamese.Can I add you as my friend please?
Why most certainly, you may!! All you have to is click Add, and I am all YOURS!!!! Trust me, there is enough Teeze to go around!!!!How cbome you don't respond to messages/comments?
*sighs* I cannot stress this issue anymore. Due to the high volume of messages/comments I get per day, there just isn't nearly enough of me to reply to every single message/comment I recieve. I do try my best to respond to your messages/comments within due time. However, if I don't respond to your messages/comments, don't get personal and start throwing a bitch-fit towards me. Teeze can only please one person at a time, so be patient darlings.How can our company book you?
For more information on bookings, you can contact me at [email protected]How can I send you some of my artwork/pictures?
If you want to send your FanArt, FanMail, or FanPictures via Internet, you can send them to [email protected]. I would love to receive them and I would gladly post them up on Myspace. If you prefer to personally send your artwork to me, you can always send them to:teeDarling
P.O. Box 318
Lima, PA 19037-0318
U.S.A.How can I find out where you are going to be at on what date?
I have a Calender Section posted on here for your convenience. Simply scroll down and take a peep. Hopefully, this means you shall be at my show screaming my name off the heezy!!!!How can I get a signed picture of you?
Be patient my love. I do have 8x12's and 4x6's for sale. My booty can be yours for $10.00 (8x12) or $5.00 (4x6). Note: Price does not include shipping and handling fees or Teeze's actual booty. PLEASE CONTACT ABOUT PURCHASING!!!!!How many tattoos/piercings do you have? Are you planning on getting any more?
I have a total of ten piercings. Some are noticable. Some aren't. I have a total of four tattoos.Is that your REAL hair?
No, actually I shaved it off of my dog and crazied glued it on my head.Is your REAL eye color really Left/Black and Right/Brown?
No, some random guy donated me his right eyeball for exchange of my testicles.Are your boobs fake or real?
No..I am a Flat-Chested Mongrel with a 32 TRIPLE AAA Brasize. I simply overstuffed them with socks, tissue, money, and whatever else I can find to put in there. And, that's how I get my Dubba Deez!!! =)Do you REALLY don't drink or do drugs at all?
Why is this so hard to believe? I REALLYor do drugs. There are still people in this world that knows how to party hard and rock like a pornstar with out the help of narcotics or booze, sweetie...What is your diet? And, how do you stay so fit? For all the people who wants to lose weight and stay in shape, all you have to do is be in a destructive relationship with someone who drives you fucking insane. You will guarantee to lose at least ten to fifteen pounds!!!I want to get into modeling. Do you have any advice for me?
I haven't even been in this industry long enough to give out Words Of Wisdom. All I can say is stay focus and keep your mind right. Stay humble and don't forget the people that helped you along the way.♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥Show Some Tee Love And Add My Banner
Here's how: Simply Copy And Paste The Coding And Add It To Your Site!!!
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