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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:49:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Myself</category><title>Just be myself</title><description /><link>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Glacier13" /><feedburner:info uri="glacier13" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Glacier13</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-2206599178539805016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-08T19:33:37.675-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Wanted to be released!</title><description>I wanted to be released from all the anxieties and burdens!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-2206599178539805016?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/hrvOwW7xSaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/hrvOwW7xSaM/wanted-to-be-released.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanted-to-be-released.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-6340089983631635476</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T09:03:49.101-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Puffy eyes</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My eyes are puffy now after I cried for the incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised that all I need to fulfil is forgiveness. I feel myself is truly not enough about forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone tends to make mistake, I mean those insignificant types. So, what was so great about to make myself so absolutely furious at someone's behaviour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone needs someone. I might not be the one to someone. But, couldn't be just all right? So long he or she is perfectly well on his or her own path. So long he or she is safe and healthy. Why should I worry about if he or she is not in the condition that I expected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were to love someone, I need to love him or her unconditionally. I thought, and I've to learn about unconditional love increasingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life isn't short? Why should I too worry about things that beyond human's control? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace my mind and everything will be fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good night, everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-6340089983631635476?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/Q-6JC7nbR-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/Q-6JC7nbR-c/puffy-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/puffy-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-4195488445514907700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T09:03:37.237-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Wonder</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I brought baby to the clinic again this morning. Dr said that it is normal for a person to get lots of phlegm after fever. And again, medicines were given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phew! Baby looked better afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cried today as I'm so wonder about human beings' behaviour. I do not know whether you encounter a same problem like mine. But surely, my sorrow is only mean to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel the pain and ache deep down my heart. It is so real that pull me down like hell. I will tell you when the days come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't feel like I'm a Yoga practitioner when I cried just now as I really cried a lot. As I write down my feelings here, I feel a little release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Ya, bless me well, okay. I'm not a bad one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-4195488445514907700?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/HTdNafARCz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/HTdNafARCz8/wonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-1210952206261919694</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T09:03:08.905-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Anxiety</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is almost six days, baby is not well yet. He vomited again this morning and having a running nose after his high fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a little anxious now as he didn't take any food with him these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He keeps on asking for hugging and comforting and cries easily these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes! I went back to my Yoga class last night. It was so great that I could relax myself mentally and physically. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZCxdm636YYSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="45" alt="Roll" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yahoo...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZCxdm636YYSG&amp;utm_id=7921" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&amp;amp;pp=ZCxdm636YYSG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-1210952206261919694?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/M7OVtY-E38Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/M7OVtY-E38Q/anxiety.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/anxiety.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-8038888451940131812</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T19:34:01.481-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>High Fever</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baby cried for the whole night. He was having a high fever. I sponge him with ice-bag, and gave him a 2.5ml of antipyretic every four hours intervals since last night eight o'clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was coming down a bit in temperature after having the antipyretic and sponging, but, he would wake up to cry again when the medicine was about to no effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our last woke up was four o'clock in the morning. I was too tired and fell a sleep after the last fed of antipyretic. I rouse up suddenly from a deep sleep at about seven o'clock in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baby was as hot as a "FIREBALL". I couldn't wait and jumped up from the bed. I should bring him to the clinic for a stronger antipyretic and of course to find out the course of having such a fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr came and started to examine his patient at about 08:10. We were at the queue of seven. Dr said that baby having 39.6 in temperature and had an infection on his throat. Antibiotic was given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to be more be careful next time when I give him french fried and cookies. I do make sure myself give him plenty of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-8038888451940131812?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/q1qknMhTNYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/q1qknMhTNYo/baby-cried-for-whole-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-cried-for-whole-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-6529948563395477702</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T19:34:18.274-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>I'm Sorry</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt so sorry about my little baby. He seemed so unwell after the one day tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He vomited two times and having fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I comforted him down and iced him for a few minutes after his loud-cried. He slept soundly after struggling in my arms, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must have neglected him the whole day. I thought. I've forgotten to feed him milk on time and gave him too much biscuit instead. Basically, he has not enough water for today, and perhaps I've put him under the hot sun while he was playing in the playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart is really pain. I feel thousands sorry about his unwell. It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of him. As a mother, I shouldn't be so careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My regret deeply. My baby. Hope you get well after you wake up from your sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I would like to thanks my hubby and kids for accompanying me for the one day tour too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They were so patient with my poor attitude along the way, and showing great love from the bottom of their heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so touched and great that I have all of you as my love ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-6529948563395477702?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/DxZ_Xe4EHNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/DxZ_Xe4EHNk/im-sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-6326203344899747190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T00:21:30.928-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Excess Fat</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was watching at a programme about burning excess fat on our tummy. The caption caught my attention: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Results may very from person to person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To burn fat, it doesn't seem so easy. I thought. "Determination" should always come first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gained lots of fat elsewhere my body to where it should be after gave birth to a baby. I thought, I was quite all right before the baby was born as I looked not much different before and during my pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the idea was totally wrong! I looked very different at the moment when the baby was born. my face remained swollen, my eyes remained puffy and my lips seemed being inflated with air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knew that things were so coincident that dad was having a stroke while I was in the operation room for the baby...so, to keep myself slim was far away at the point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yip!!! Time flies, everything seems to be a little settled after a year. My baby has grown and my dad is also "quite well" after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only thing is that I'm quite tired and look a little excess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've to continue the YOGA to refine myself, mentally and physically. I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wish myself, good lucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-6326203344899747190?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/qj7sgA4fds0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/qj7sgA4fds0/excess-fat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/excess-fat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-6534464493289646552</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T00:19:27.323-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Down</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was really busy before I could post my dairy here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just feel exhausted sometimes, when my feelings a bit down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just felt like stop, mentally and physically. Somehow, my hands kept on doing, my minds kept on thinking, daily routine kept on going and everybody kept on busying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems like a non-stop for life until the day I need to, I mean, when time is up, I've to lie in the coffin; so by that, do I really mean to leave and stop everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"BUSY"&lt;/span&gt; made me crazy. I always remember one thing in life: The earth, the fifth largest planet in the solar system will just keep on rotate on its own axis. The time that it takes to complete one rotation is 23.9 hours, which is one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Earth, besides spinning on its own axis, is also revolving around the sun in an orbit. The time that it takes is 365.25 days in a revolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I have a little conscious about time, I should aware that time couldn't just stop for me personally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yip!! Carry on life, carry on busy, carry on whatever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228562917903533059-6534464493289646552?l=glacier13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Glacier13/~4/p234AZDWCgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Glacier13/~3/p234AZDWCgA/down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Glacier)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glacier13.blogspot.com/2007/09/down.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228562917903533059.post-1720053814048462136</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-05T21:46:20.744-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>INTRODUCTION</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you believe something about horoscope? It is all right if you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personally, I read about zodiac since I was young. I don't really follow what it says, but I put it as a guide and an encouragement most of the times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just happened to read about my horoscope from one of the Zodiac Web sites this afternoon. Of course I'm not quite sure if the summary suit every Capricorns? Somehow, I agreed some of the points that are so true and indeed fit myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is the extract to share with you about my characteristic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Short Summary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns are lucky. They are the ones who look younger as they get older. They are very attractive and neat and once they get over their shyness they are quite aggressive. They can be trusted to keep a secret and are really great in emergencies. Sometimes they are a little bit impulsive but as their intuition is pretty strong, they usually make the right decisions. They're creative, sensitive and patient. On a bad day they can be jealous, selfish and moody. They are very close to their family and are usually the last ones to leave home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Long Summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Capricorns are patient, realistic and responsible and they take life seriously. They need security but they may find this difficult to achieve. Many live on a treadmill of work, simply to pay the bills and feed the kids. They will never shun family responsibilities, even caring for distant relatives if this becomes necessary. However, they can play the martyr while doing so. These people hate coarseness, they are easily embarrassed and they hate to annoy anyone. Capricorns believe fervently in keeping the peace in their families. This doesn't mean that they cannot stand up for themselves, indeed they know how to get their own way and they won't be bullied. They are adept at using charm to get around prickly people.&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns are ambitious, hard working, patient and status-conscious and they will work their way steadily towards the top in any organisation. If they run their own businesses, they need a partner with more pizazz to deal with sales and marketing for them while they keep an eye on the books. Their nit-picking habits can infuriate others and some have a tendency to 'know best' and not to listen. These people work at their hobbies with the same kind of dedication that they put into everything else. They are faithful and reliable in relationships and it takes a great deal to make them stray. If a relationship breaks up, they take a long time to get over it. They may marry very early or delay it until middle age when they are less shy. As an earth sign, Capricorns are highly sexed but they need to be in a relationship where they can relax and gain confidence. 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