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As you all may or may not know, my name is Tila Nguyen A.K.A. Tila-T-Gurl, Tila Tequila T-Bird, or T. I decided to re-write my entire life story to give you the down right truth about the real person behind the name. I always find myself bitching every once in a while about how people treat me, how I am human as well and I too have feelings and demand respect. I thought about it for a while and I asked myself, "How can you expect people to treat you like a human being if people don't know the "Real" you? How can you demand respect from everyone when you don't tell the entire truth about who you really are, and what you're all about?"

Well my little darlings, here is now is where it's all going to happen. Think of it as a mini-autobiography about my life and all the shit I've been through. I am very honest, blunt, and very opinionated, therefore I always find myself speaking my mind. So no matter what it is or whom it's associated with, in the end, I always find myself saying......FUCK IT! Life is short....so I'm going to live the way I want and say whatever the fuck it is that's on my mind...and if you don't like what I'm all about or what I have to say....FUCK OFF! Enjoy....

Back when I wasn't even a thought yet, my parents decided to screw one drunken night and had me, Tila Nguyen, 9 months later on October 24th 1981. I was born in Singapore, but I come from a Vietnamese background. Why was I born in Singapore when the rest of my family members were born in Vietnam? Well that's because my parents were trying to escape the poverty stricken lifestyle in Vietnam to give us(their children) hopes to a better future and lifestyle in America. So I guess on their journey to America, they stopped in Singapore first, and that's when a miracle came into the world....I'm speaking of myself, of course! At the time I was born, I already had an older brother and an older sister. Soon after I was born we continued our journey to America. I was probably about 1 or 2 years old when I arrived to America. So naturally I was raised as a little American Hellcat in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. From that moment on.....life as we knew it, would all change....

I remember from the ages 4 to 8 I lived in a Buddhist temple. To me, I remember it was more like a cult than anything. We had very strict, strict rules. I don't think our temple was like any other. There was an entire community full of them! And there were kids just like me there....stuck there because we had no other choice. We all lived in a very private community that was gated all around so no strangers would be allowed to enter. Even worse, we couldn't even leave without telling the gatekeeper first where we were going. It was more like hell to me! I mean, don't get me wrong, everybody there was super nice, but I think we all fell into the spell of some kind of trance....like I said, it was kinda like a cult...but nothing bad....just kinda weird. I remember feeling so trapped like I had no freedom. I'd go to school, come home and ride my bike around the gated community.

I remember glancing out beyond the gates one time and wanting so badly to go outside to play. I remember wanting so much to see what the world was like beyond the gates, beyond all the green trees and leaves surrounding, and hiding our community. I wondered how my life would be and how different things would be if only my parents would move.

My sister and I felt the same way....I'm sure my brother especially felt the same, but sadly for some reason....we were not so close, although I always wished that we were....So anyway, we kept bitching to my parents about how badly we wanted to move away. How we wanted more freedom and be able to live freely, after all, isn't that the reason why we came to America in the first place??? So my parents finally decided that we were right, that it would be best for the entire family to move away and live our own lives the way we wished. I remember finding out the great news and I was happier than ever!

I was so extremely excited that I was finally moving away from that gated community! But at the same time I felt a sudden sadness. A sadness for the friends that I'd made and grew up with in that community that I had to now leave behind.

I felt sad that I would be able to discover what freedom really meant while my friends would still be stuck there....all alone. But at least now, a part of my heart will be able to soar like an eagle in the sky. With my new found freedom I will be able to find out more about myself and what life is all about. What a liberating feeling!

MY Adolescent Years:
In my adolescent years....oh boy! SO much shit happened to me! Hahaa! I don't even know where to begin. Well you know how there are some people out there you know now that were like TOTAL DORKS back then(not that anything is wrong with that, because I LOVE dorks!)? To be honest though, I was never a dork. I was always the same wild child I am today for the longest that I can remember.

I was always that popular kid in elementary school, middle school, and highschool, but I was always the nice popular kid. I was always sticking up for all the nerds and beating up the people that were so called, "better than everyone." You know those people that went around thinking the were the shit and picked on "nerds" because they thought that would make them cool? Yea well, those were the people I usually picked on and beat up....not the dorks and dweebs.

I guess I did that because I felt that the so called, "dorks and dweebs" kept it real and didn't try hard to "fit in." I was always more drawn to people who had their own style and were leaders, not followers. It's funny because I remember even at that young of an age, I was still very extreme and wild...I had the time of my life growing up.

Elementary School:
I still remember my first few crushes in elementary school. Roberto, David, Puyon, and Chris. I remember my first attempt to ever send a guy a little "Love Letter." It was Valentines Day, and I had the BIGGEST crush on David. He was a grade above me, but dammit, he was soooo HOT! Even though I was only in the 2nd grade, I still had balls...haha! I remember sneaking out of my class and going to David's class.

I pretended that I had left something there so that would give me an excuse to come in. Then I went to David's desk(he wasn't there yet) and slipped in a little Valentine's card. I wrote him a little 2nd grade love letter and even stuck on a big, red heart sticker on the card along with a lollipop shaped like a heart. I was pretty nervous because I didn't know what was going to happen after that, but I guess I'll find out during gym. So I had butterflies in my stomach the entire day and I was really anxious to see David during gym class to see what he had to say....well...the time finally came and I finally saw David.....David saw me and all he said was, "I'm gonna kick you