<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:02:22.702+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Short Stop</title><subtitle type='html'>I heard about Google Pages and I decided to try it. I did. That experiment is the parent of this blog. Welcome to Quick Short Stop. It's the place where you can inspire and be inspired. I'd like to hear from you, please leave a comment!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-115271828315541597</id><published>2006-07-12T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:41:00.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero within</title><summary type='text'>Stronger than newsBreaking news will break your heart if you don't listen properly. Don't let that happen. Have you seen how they repeat the same bad news every 30 minutes, or hour? Again and again, in our new global world, it's bad news from everywhere.     Soon you'll start lamenting "where all the good men gone?” Where is she fighting the rising odd? Where's the fast and strong hero? Is he on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/115271828315541597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=115271828315541597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/115271828315541597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/115271828315541597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/07/hero-within.html' title='Hero within'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-115225789558960034</id><published>2006-07-07T09:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:40:11.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>With a little bit</title><summary type='text'>And not much moreWhen you travel to an unknown place, you need two things; luck and attitude.  With a little bit of luck you'll make it to your destination. With a little bit of attitude you'll manage the irritations. See, that's all you need.I've heard the expression: "With my luck...". And some are just outrageous but most are negative. For example, "With my luck the bus will be delayed, I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/115225789558960034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=115225789558960034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/115225789558960034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/115225789558960034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-little-bit.html' title='With a little bit'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114803217614885877</id><published>2006-05-19T09:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:49:36.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever before</title><summary type='text'>The key to happiness now"And they lived happily ever after". But the happiness didn't start there. It's started a few days, weeks, and months ago with the first look, the word. It later turned into a stare and a phrase.  The conversations became longer and the stares deeper. The phrase transformed into more elaborate prose. Happily ever after was once happily ever before. It seems that the key to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114803217614885877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114803217614885877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114803217614885877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114803217614885877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/happily-ever-before.html' title='Happily Ever before'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114794154243999851</id><published>2006-05-18T10:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:39:02.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F and F?</title><summary type='text'>Not just your family and friendsWhat does F&amp;F means to you? The hardest think to do? If you said that you 'd be right. At least that's what a lot of people think. "Forgive" is possible; "forget" happens all the time. What's your make again? mmm... you see!  Now put the two together; forgive and forget! That's a hard mix for most people. A few examples may help. She used you to steal your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114794154243999851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114794154243999851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794154243999851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794154243999851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/f-and-f.html' title='F and F?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114794140016103481</id><published>2006-05-18T10:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:36:40.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thinking Train</title><summary type='text'>That thought he couldThe story starts like this. There was a little train going up a hill. The little train kept saying to itself; "I think I can, I think I can…", and the little train could.  Your story goes on like this. You have a few challenges. Your challenges are... Go on finish the sentence. You challenges are... You need magical powers to solve these challenges.  Yes, you guessed it right</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114794140016103481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114794140016103481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794140016103481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794140016103481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-train.html' title='The Thinking Train'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114794061414116004</id><published>2006-05-18T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:51:28.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Home</title><summary type='text'>Circles and straights If you had to run, would you run in circles or in a straight line? If choose to run in circles, would you go right around or left around? Would it be a perfect line? Maybe it doesn't matter when you are running home.  Home is a simple place. But once you're lost, you will need a map or at least know what question to ask. The question may not seem logical, but ask it anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114794061414116004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114794061414116004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794061414116004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794061414116004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/running-home.html' title='Running Home'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114794049752663448</id><published>2006-05-18T10:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:21:37.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Place To Be</title><summary type='text'>Where you should be too   My place to be is in my mind, my body and my spirit. Each has special characteristics. My mind is the world of logic, exciting enigma and puzzling challenge. It's about retrieving a fact and comparing facts. It's about using a precise method to chart a journey and follow a path.  My body is the realm of a sensation, beautiful, great sensation. It's the world of a tickle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114794049752663448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114794049752663448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794049752663448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114794049752663448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-place-to-be.html' title='My Place To Be'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312454.post-114793918236516465</id><published>2006-05-18T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:59:42.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's starts today</title><summary type='text'>It always starts at a moment in time. That's the nature of starting, isn't it? Yet it's very hard to really pinpoint when it really started. When was that faint idea? Was that the first faint idea or it's just you didn't pick up the earlier faint ideas? Maybe it was always there, just waiting for it's time to change and continue transforming.Here it is today, Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/feeds/114793918236516465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28312454&amp;postID=114793918236516465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114793918236516465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28312454/posts/default/114793918236516465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickshortstop.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-starts-today.html' title='It&apos;s starts today'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
