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Bonbini(Welkom) To my page. It's still in construction as you can see.I'll be soon adding more photo's.The text will be changed regularly and maybe you'll find something about yourself.Who knows?And there will be a lot more.Please be patient I'll notify you as soon as it's finished.Meanwhile feel free to look around. I have to warn you though, since it's my page; it's all about Me!!*smiling* So make sure your voice is heard.Tell me Honestly what you think. Some of you have really great sites(yes, I mean you), so if you wanna give me a tip or some advice you're very welcome.Mail me, O.K? | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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About This Site I've been tol that I'm like a lot of persons in one.That's where I got the Inspiration to this page.I've used a lot of names online.But here is what Guiselle is really like. Bad, good, sad, naughty, happy, daring, wild, cautious, sceptic, naive(stupid), laughing, talking, singing, thinking, sleeping, hiding, sarcastic , proud, ashamed, humble , restless, relaxed.. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Name: Guiselle | Old: 19 Status: Single Sign: Scorpio What I love: Life, spirituality( in my own way), cuddling, cold milk, soft cusions, soft carpets, Fantasy, Fairy tales, stars, romance, the wind Poem: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold compexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to lines to time thou growest; So long as man can breath, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives live to thee. Sonnet 18 (Shakespeare) What I hate: Faking, Hiding things
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