Hello to all of my friends and fans, my name is Linda Le Nguyen (also known as Diem Nhi), I'm 30 years old, 5'3, long hair and brown eyes and yes I'm 100% Vietnamese. I'm currently resident at Dallas, TX. I was born in Vietnam, but was raised and lived in Thailand for most of my life. I'm constantly busy every time I open my eyes, and until I go to sleep, sounds funny, but true. I live with my two baby sister, Skyla and Kim; they're so adorable and I love them with all of my heart. I'm happily taken by the love of my life. My favorite color is violet, but somehow I find myself wearing black and pink the most. I'm a friendly person, down to earth, open-minded, I got good sense of humor. My friends always say I'm easy to get along with (as long as they do it my way) Just kidding! Ehehe. Overall, I'm a simple person and the rest is your turn to find out. I love to sing, cook, messing around with graphic design. My favorite music: Hip Hop, R&B, Break Beat, Trance and love song.

Types of modeling that I'm interested in are: Fashion, Casual, Editorial, Catalog, Print, Production Modeling, Lifestyle modeling, Trade Show, Product Demo, but sorry no NUDE, Bikini or Lingerie!!! (too bad so sad) .

Thanks for visiting my page … I hope you enjoy the time reading and finding out a little about me. If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to contact me!

XoXo
Linda Le Nguyen


Special thanks to ROWALD (www.modelgraphy.com) a great friend of mine, without your help, I won't be who I am today, always motivates me when I'm down.

Shout out to Kevin, Kurvy(dj Kurvy) Skyla, Kim, Sonny, Tu (dj2) Cong, Duy, Quan and my girl Mindy!

This is the story of my life …

Lets see, where shall I start? …

I left Vietnam when I was a little child, my dad took me with him to Thailand, we were trying to escape from the refugee, but we got trapped in Thailand for the longest time I could remember. When I say TRAPPED it is described as HELL, and worse than you can ever imagine. As a little child I had to be the witness of people trying to kill themselves every day. People are calling for help and at that moment I was thinking when is it going to be my turn?? I had to work when I was 6, because I had to find my way to survive and had to help my dad at the same time. As a child what could I do? I didn't give up and go went begging people to hire me, I finally got hired from that lady at her restaurant, she let me wash dishes, that's about the only job I could do. She said: if I break one I would have to pay for it, I was scared but I still worked hard and tried to do as she said. At night I couldn't sleep because I kept on thinking how long is this going to be? Am I going to be trapped here for the rest of my life? Who's my mother??? Those questions were constantly killing me. My hands were hurting from washing too many dishes and so were my eyes; weakened from dried tears. Its tough living at a place with no relative (except my dad) and I don't speak their language. We (my dad & I) woke up at 5am every morning trying to find food, but sadly every time when it was our turn? The food is was all gone!!! As time went by, I got used to it, I had no choice, nowhere to go, so I just went with the flow. After a while, everything was settled, but the problem was my dad, he ended up with 15 wives. That's bad. I felt sorry for my mom. I didn't know who my mom was back then. Those women went with my dad for a purpose, they wanted protection, but yet treated me like a slave when my dad wasn't around. I had to bite my tongue and hold my tears every time I was in front of my dad. It's been almost 5 years, how come no one sponsored us to America yet? I was starting to have no hope. My dreams were slowly destroyed by the cruel environment, but I didn't give up, I told myself that I've had gone this far, I got to do what I have to do so I can go to America one day, no matter how long I have wait.

I wanted to see my biological mother in Vietnam. I was always lonely and felt left out, living with my dad, he never cared about how I felt or what I did. I was missing my mother from far away, not knowing who she was, so Me, Myself and I had nothing. I was suffering and struggling through all these years reaching out to her, but it seemed like my mom was further away from me each passing day.

One day, there was a letter from one of my dad's wives from America, she said everything went prefect, just waiting for the approval of the government, than we are free to go. I had been waiting for this day to come. I got excited more than you can imagine, but at some point, I didn't want to leave my friends and the poor people there. I wanted to take them all with me and of course I couldn't do that, but one day, if I become somebody, I will come back and rescue everyone there, I know that is very impossible, but I just thought of it.

I grew up and looked back in my past and slowly realized I've learned a lot from where I grew up. If I hadn't struggled back then, I wouldn't know the meaning of life. It was tough for me at that age, but it sure made me a stronger woman.