Talk:Nguyễn Ngọc Ngạn

message: I replied "Hien," whenever your father checked to see if I capable of remembering a name.  At first, he was agitated until he found out as nowadays as Nguyen Hien.  We were befriended before my pubertal development time, then the black slaves of the Jewish slave trading business took your father away with their lie about military recruiting instead making him to live as a slave teen prior to his release.  His mother also your white grandmother in Bejing used to wash his head, after his request was for me to wash his head only prior to his present woman's threat forcing him to do exact samo thing of ritual washing of his head.  We were both first love and premarried before the party, but his present woman took my place as a bride because of all guests oncoming to the wedding party. Interval, "Anh Cho Em Mua Xuan was my poem to show to his mother that your father is not weakling like a newborn.  When you were developing in fetal stage at a life changing time, you were born at the foot of the Great Wall of "Chin-na" just a few steps from its main entrance/exit and on top of materalized cushions and 10,000 deaths from different families ethnicities and nations not 10,000 miles wall.  Somehow, you named your book during your fetal development at that time as "The Will of Heaven," and I was kind a shock today's afternoon.  Your father was an oppressed, but with "Xuan-Tien" and "Xuan-Loi" on both sides of your father was a hope to be survived under the 24/7 constant threat. The French "Orten the Paris" came for our rescue, but I must stay at the wall until its completion to stop the black slaves from enslaving or tormenting us tall white above five feet or having a recent love fairytale as our oppressors' target to yank us out of our house or on the farm.  Interval, your father sang "Mai Toc Da Huong" as he ran his hand along the right side of my hair, while he was laid on his left side of his body at the foot of that wall under speedy construction; 'Di vang nao sanh hon mat em, Chao oi mau suoi toc buong mem, Net buon khoe cac huen suong phu (light and heavy snows even mosquito bites still I sat at my post until you were conceived), Nhac anh sao mo ben dang xua'were to be repeated several times, before Song Ngoc, Nhat Bang, and Huynh Anh et al brought him back to the old house.  Interval, your father and I altogether sang the song "Tham Uoc," while "Xuan-Tien" and "Xuan-Loi" were looking on nearby at their posts.  However, the song "Hoa Buom Ngay Xua" was the trend at that time, so he had to put on a leather jacket with a big blush and a withdrawal standing just special to go with my green fluffy dress and a personal invitation that your grandmother's acknowledgement earlier time....As of today's date, I would be thankful that "Ah""Hien"published our songs, when I had exited to afterlife.  I, Huyen-Vi Thi Nguyen Brown - Ivan Warner - Shawn Patrick of Royal Mother British-Polish Jennifer E. Messmer and Irish-Seminole Father Anthonny, would be thankful with my blessing for your Canadian Government servicemen and women especially British Columbia constancy in helping us from time to time.  "Maxi - Mados - Gutantai," said Ms. HB.  —Preceding unsigned comment added by 96.243.224.39 (talk) 20:34, 27 March 2011 (UTC)
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