self introduction- the stupid vile nail girl

I come from Vietnam, a little southeast Asian country, to be known as a name of a war, a not very proud page of the American history.
Moreover, I come from the little town named Hanoi, as known as the capital of Vietnam, as known as the “other side” during the war. Still a lot of American think about Hanoi like a dangerous place, with full of enemies who hates Americans.
But among Vietnamese, Hanoi is the name of romantic old world charms. Somehow is almost like Paris de France, Hanoi in Vietnamese hearts is sweet, is gentle with green and blues, gray of old walls. Hanoi is romantic, the heart of music, of art, of poetry, with young people kissing by lake sides, and friendly smiles to strangers. The old life style is going to disappear in the modern age… but somehow memories linger.
So to Vietnamese, somehow I was the lucky girl, who comes from the dream town, speak (Vietnamese) the dream accent, polite, delicate and sweet, just like the town is. When I moved to down south of Vietnam, there were phones everyday just to hear my voice. To lots of people, Hanoians must be sweet, just like princess must be beautiful…
And just like million life stories, one beautiful day, I met a man, felt in love, and came to America for a dream of happiness.
And became a stupid vile nail girl…