1. Mind = muscle = spirit
2. Don’t be afraid of being great
3. Great or just good enough?
4. Aim higher.
5. Set the standard.
6. Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
7. Be bold and be blond.
8. Be humble but don’t let others walk over you.
9. Listen before you talk.
10. Be true to yourself.
Monday, 23 May 2011
Monday, 16 May 2011
Vivir muriendo. To live dying.
Vivir muriendo.
Capelina obscura y somnolienta
de aspecto indescriptible y confuso
llega en la tormenta
o en algún día de sol difuso.
En el jardín la niña jugaba
la oscuridad percibida
junto con el silencio rondaban.
Todo era claro, la muerte había llegado
Sus ojos se cerraron y de latir, su corazón, había dejado…
Es la muerte el fin de la vida? Da la muerte sentido a la vida? Por qué tanta gente se pasa la vida pensando en la muerte y, sin embargo, olvida vivir? Si no existiera la muerte y la vida fuera entonces algo eterno el “hágalo mañana” sería popular; la gente se pasaría la vida contemplándola, evitándola, dejándola ser. O por el contrario, una vida sin límites temporales podría alcanzar mayores retos?
Me inclino a pensar de la primera forma: la gente con rencor tendría más tiempo para amasar sus negros humores, las disculpas tardarían en llegar –si acaso llegaran-, los éxitos se pospondrían hasta que estemos “mejor preparados”, las visitas se cancelarían sin necesidad de pensar en reemplazarlas ya que en algún momento tendríamos oportunidad de visitar a esa persona… nunca habría una última vez.
Hoy disfruto de darme la cabeza contra la pared luchando por sueños que tal vez nunca sean, de escuchar voces que sé que en algún momento no sonaran más, de tocar pieles que se iran ajando, de contemplar amaneceres que van siendo cada vez menos, de ver bajitos que van dejando de ser ingenuos, de ver colores que se cambian por grises… y sin embargo, agradezco que esta vida tenga un final y que ese final me permita entender que cada momento que paso en esta existencia tiene que ser vivido a mi manera, como a mi me gusta y me parece, con los que quiero vivirla, sin vergüenza de pedir perdón, sin miedo a decir te amo, sin temor a dejar echo girones el corazón, con ansias por lo inesperado, por lo nuevo, pero con una sonrisa cuando miro hacia atrás y veo aquello que fui con aquellos que lo viví.
Viva la muerte. Viva lo oscuro. Porque está en nosotros decidir cuando aceptaremos que es un hecho inevitable y está también en nosotros dejarnos corroer lentamente o tomar la vida con ambas manos y exigirle más.
To live dying.
Dark and heavy feeling
of indescribable and confusing aspect
like a storm it arrives
In a day of diffuse sunlight.
In the garden the child was playing
darkness appeared around
haunted with silence.
Everything was clear, death had come
Her eyes were closed and beating, her heart, had stopped from...
Is death the end of life? Does death give meaning to life? Why so many people spend their life thinking about death and yet, forget to live? Without death and with an eternal life on offer the "do it tomorrow" would be popular, people would be contemplating life, avoiding it, allowing it to be. Or rather, a life without time limits could reach greatest challenges?
I tend to think the former view would apply: people with hatred feelings would have more time to play with and develop their black moods, apologies would take long in coming - if they came at all-, success would be postponed until we were " better prepared ", the visits would be cancelled without thinking about re-scheduling them because at some point we would have a chance to visit that person ... it would never be a one last time.
I enjoy today smashing my head against the wall fighting for dreams that may never be, hearing voices I know that at some point will not sound anymore, touching skins that are loosing tonicity, contemplating sunrises that are becoming less every day, seeing children who are not that naïve, seeing colours changing into gray ... and yet, I am grateful that this life has an end and that end allows me to understand that every moment I spend in this life must be lived my way, as I like it and I want it, with whom I choose, not ashamed to ask for forgiveness, not afraid to say I love you, without fear of leaving the heart torn into pieces, eager for the unexpected, but with a smile when I look back and see how it was with those who I lived it with.
Long life to death. Long life to darkness. Because it is on us to decide if we accept that it is inevitable and it is also in us to either walk slowly or hold life with both hands and demand more.
Capelina obscura y somnolienta
de aspecto indescriptible y confuso
llega en la tormenta
o en algún día de sol difuso.
En el jardín la niña jugaba
la oscuridad percibida
junto con el silencio rondaban.
Todo era claro, la muerte había llegado
Sus ojos se cerraron y de latir, su corazón, había dejado…
Es la muerte el fin de la vida? Da la muerte sentido a la vida? Por qué tanta gente se pasa la vida pensando en la muerte y, sin embargo, olvida vivir? Si no existiera la muerte y la vida fuera entonces algo eterno el “hágalo mañana” sería popular; la gente se pasaría la vida contemplándola, evitándola, dejándola ser. O por el contrario, una vida sin límites temporales podría alcanzar mayores retos?
Me inclino a pensar de la primera forma: la gente con rencor tendría más tiempo para amasar sus negros humores, las disculpas tardarían en llegar –si acaso llegaran-, los éxitos se pospondrían hasta que estemos “mejor preparados”, las visitas se cancelarían sin necesidad de pensar en reemplazarlas ya que en algún momento tendríamos oportunidad de visitar a esa persona… nunca habría una última vez.
Hoy disfruto de darme la cabeza contra la pared luchando por sueños que tal vez nunca sean, de escuchar voces que sé que en algún momento no sonaran más, de tocar pieles que se iran ajando, de contemplar amaneceres que van siendo cada vez menos, de ver bajitos que van dejando de ser ingenuos, de ver colores que se cambian por grises… y sin embargo, agradezco que esta vida tenga un final y que ese final me permita entender que cada momento que paso en esta existencia tiene que ser vivido a mi manera, como a mi me gusta y me parece, con los que quiero vivirla, sin vergüenza de pedir perdón, sin miedo a decir te amo, sin temor a dejar echo girones el corazón, con ansias por lo inesperado, por lo nuevo, pero con una sonrisa cuando miro hacia atrás y veo aquello que fui con aquellos que lo viví.
Viva la muerte. Viva lo oscuro. Porque está en nosotros decidir cuando aceptaremos que es un hecho inevitable y está también en nosotros dejarnos corroer lentamente o tomar la vida con ambas manos y exigirle más.
To live dying.
Dark and heavy feeling
of indescribable and confusing aspect
like a storm it arrives
In a day of diffuse sunlight.
In the garden the child was playing
darkness appeared around
haunted with silence.
Everything was clear, death had come
Her eyes were closed and beating, her heart, had stopped from...
Is death the end of life? Does death give meaning to life? Why so many people spend their life thinking about death and yet, forget to live? Without death and with an eternal life on offer the "do it tomorrow" would be popular, people would be contemplating life, avoiding it, allowing it to be. Or rather, a life without time limits could reach greatest challenges?
I tend to think the former view would apply: people with hatred feelings would have more time to play with and develop their black moods, apologies would take long in coming - if they came at all-, success would be postponed until we were " better prepared ", the visits would be cancelled without thinking about re-scheduling them because at some point we would have a chance to visit that person ... it would never be a one last time.
I enjoy today smashing my head against the wall fighting for dreams that may never be, hearing voices I know that at some point will not sound anymore, touching skins that are loosing tonicity, contemplating sunrises that are becoming less every day, seeing children who are not that naïve, seeing colours changing into gray ... and yet, I am grateful that this life has an end and that end allows me to understand that every moment I spend in this life must be lived my way, as I like it and I want it, with whom I choose, not ashamed to ask for forgiveness, not afraid to say I love you, without fear of leaving the heart torn into pieces, eager for the unexpected, but with a smile when I look back and see how it was with those who I lived it with.
Long life to death. Long life to darkness. Because it is on us to decide if we accept that it is inevitable and it is also in us to either walk slowly or hold life with both hands and demand more.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Xuxa, hace 20 años la magia y la tolerancia llegaban a Argentina
Todo puede ser, basta con creer… decía la Reina en 1991... ya hace 20 años. Y hoy está volviendo a Argentina, 20 años después… así que acá estoy, escribiéndote.
Era una tarde de abril o mayo, allá por 1991, casi las 17 horas y desde la pantalla de TeLeFe se veía descender una nave voladora con labios gruesos. “Dulce miel” sonaba por primera vez en las pantallas argentinas para quedarse por largo tiempo… “quiero estar junto a ti, jugar junto a tí… sólo un niño lo puede entender…” Los ojos celeste cielo y el fino cabello dorado…. El HOLAAAAAAAAA que siempre la acompañaría…. Esa boca, esa sonrisa, ese acento único que la hizo humana, que la hizo nuestra, que la hizo nosotros.
“A partir de hoy tenemos un encuentro marcado con la felicidad…” dijo. Y Sí que cumplió! Nos hacía sentir diferentes, únicos, especiales. Trajo consigo la lengua de señas, incorporó definitivamente a la sociedad Argentina al diferente. En su tribuna –o torcida- estaban los ciegos, sordos, sordomudos, la hinchada de Boca –incluso, parte de la barra brava-, gays, lesbianas negros, blancos, colores, edades, todos en un ambiente de entera tolerancia –más que tolerancia, pura alegría-. Nos enseñó a “respetar a los indios, que son nuestros hermanos”. EL blanco y el negro no eran malas palabras, eran solamente otros colores… Ser down no era ser menos… Ser diferente era solamente eso, ser diferente.
Se hablaba de sueños y de cómo nunca renunciar a ellos, se enseñaba a lavar los dientes y las manos y a no consumir drogas –sí, se hablaba de la droga, que incluso tenía canción propia-, se exaltaba la lectura, se enseñaba la lengua del amor.
“Yo quiero ser todo para ti” nos dijo… “Una persona se puede considerar un artista cuando llega muy cerca del corazón de su público… Yo quiero estar en su corazón…” siguió explicando. Y lo logró de inmediato… pero no como aquellos amores de adolescente que se queman tan o más rápido que un fósforo. Su luz encendió una llama que aun permanece moviéndose en muchos corazones que andan hoy por el mundo, como el mío, intentando mejorarlo cada día, colorearlo como ella nos enseñó.
Creer en uno mismo, creer en los demás. Tener sueños y que hacerlos realidad depende solamente de nosotros mismos. Ser tolerantes –aunque no esté de acuerdo con la presencia del otro a mi lado, aceptarla y respetarla-, escucharnos, escucharme, permitirse ser diferente, permitirse ser uno mismo, ser uno en toda su potencia.
Gracias por aparecer en nuestras vidas hace 20 años; gracias por aparecer en mi vida hace 20 años; gracias por pedirnos un lugar en nuestros corazones; gracias por volver; gracias por estar siempre
Para el final, la letra de Luna de Cristal que sintetiza aquello que Xuxa transmite con esa presencia que la hace Reina de los Bajitos, Reina de Corazones. Y obviamente, su himno, nuestro himno: Ilarié!
Luna de Cristal
Todo puede ser
Basta con querer
Siempre un sueno hay para soñar
Todo puede ser
Tan solo hay que creer
Todo lo que deba ser sera
Todo lo que hare
Sera mejor que lo que hice ayer
Por eso mi destino buscare
Andando mil caminos sin temer
Que puedo querer
Que dios desde alla arriba no me de
Con algo de coraje y mucha fe
No habra nada imposible de vencer
Vamos junto a ti
Seremos invencibles hasta el fin
Junto somos mas
Y nadie puede hacernos nunca mal
Vamos junto a ti
Seremos invencibles hasta el fin
Un sueno volador
Me hace cantar de amor
Luna de cristal
Dejame soñar
Quiero ser estrella
Yo ya se brillar
Luna de cristal
Nueva de pasion
Haz que sea mi vida
Llena de emocion
Era una tarde de abril o mayo, allá por 1991, casi las 17 horas y desde la pantalla de TeLeFe se veía descender una nave voladora con labios gruesos. “Dulce miel” sonaba por primera vez en las pantallas argentinas para quedarse por largo tiempo… “quiero estar junto a ti, jugar junto a tí… sólo un niño lo puede entender…” Los ojos celeste cielo y el fino cabello dorado…. El HOLAAAAAAAAA que siempre la acompañaría…. Esa boca, esa sonrisa, ese acento único que la hizo humana, que la hizo nuestra, que la hizo nosotros.
“A partir de hoy tenemos un encuentro marcado con la felicidad…” dijo. Y Sí que cumplió! Nos hacía sentir diferentes, únicos, especiales. Trajo consigo la lengua de señas, incorporó definitivamente a la sociedad Argentina al diferente. En su tribuna –o torcida- estaban los ciegos, sordos, sordomudos, la hinchada de Boca –incluso, parte de la barra brava-, gays, lesbianas negros, blancos, colores, edades, todos en un ambiente de entera tolerancia –más que tolerancia, pura alegría-. Nos enseñó a “respetar a los indios, que son nuestros hermanos”. EL blanco y el negro no eran malas palabras, eran solamente otros colores… Ser down no era ser menos… Ser diferente era solamente eso, ser diferente.
Se hablaba de sueños y de cómo nunca renunciar a ellos, se enseñaba a lavar los dientes y las manos y a no consumir drogas –sí, se hablaba de la droga, que incluso tenía canción propia-, se exaltaba la lectura, se enseñaba la lengua del amor.
“Yo quiero ser todo para ti” nos dijo… “Una persona se puede considerar un artista cuando llega muy cerca del corazón de su público… Yo quiero estar en su corazón…” siguió explicando. Y lo logró de inmediato… pero no como aquellos amores de adolescente que se queman tan o más rápido que un fósforo. Su luz encendió una llama que aun permanece moviéndose en muchos corazones que andan hoy por el mundo, como el mío, intentando mejorarlo cada día, colorearlo como ella nos enseñó.
Creer en uno mismo, creer en los demás. Tener sueños y que hacerlos realidad depende solamente de nosotros mismos. Ser tolerantes –aunque no esté de acuerdo con la presencia del otro a mi lado, aceptarla y respetarla-, escucharnos, escucharme, permitirse ser diferente, permitirse ser uno mismo, ser uno en toda su potencia.
Gracias por aparecer en nuestras vidas hace 20 años; gracias por aparecer en mi vida hace 20 años; gracias por pedirnos un lugar en nuestros corazones; gracias por volver; gracias por estar siempre
Para el final, la letra de Luna de Cristal que sintetiza aquello que Xuxa transmite con esa presencia que la hace Reina de los Bajitos, Reina de Corazones. Y obviamente, su himno, nuestro himno: Ilarié!
Luna de Cristal
Todo puede ser
Basta con querer
Siempre un sueno hay para soñar
Todo puede ser
Tan solo hay que creer
Todo lo que deba ser sera
Todo lo que hare
Sera mejor que lo que hice ayer
Por eso mi destino buscare
Andando mil caminos sin temer
Que puedo querer
Que dios desde alla arriba no me de
Con algo de coraje y mucha fe
No habra nada imposible de vencer
Vamos junto a ti
Seremos invencibles hasta el fin
Junto somos mas
Y nadie puede hacernos nunca mal
Vamos junto a ti
Seremos invencibles hasta el fin
Un sueno volador
Me hace cantar de amor
Luna de cristal
Dejame soñar
Quiero ser estrella
Yo ya se brillar
Luna de cristal
Nueva de pasion
Haz que sea mi vida
Llena de emocion
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Your Self
To be lost or to be found? To be alone or to be with someone? Does to be with someone mean we’ve been found? What does it mean to be found? How can someone find something in us we can’t ourselves?
Most people believe in the “happily ever after” effect translated into that situation in which they may eventually be once they meet that one they dream of (or better, that someone appears in their life). In other words, most people wait to define their life only and only in the event they meet someone else.
It may be possible (even true) that some of our characteristics may come to light only when someone makes his/her entrance in our life. Like any reaction, any change needs an action to happen. However, to define all our nature, all our self from what someone else’s presence triggers in us seems to put the self in rather minimal position.
By definition, the self is that that has its own nature, characteristics, essence. Probably one of the biggest problems the selves we called human beings have to face is to define their own existence. In order to do that, they’ve first to be able to observe who and what they actually are. And for that enterprise, not only the five or six senses are necessary but also the will to do it. Are you ready to see what you really are?
Self-imposed limitations, blame to others, excuses, the environment in general seem to be always present in the existence of the many. However, they are all contingencies we accept to be there to let us live a comfortable but aimless life.
If you had only one chance, would you let it go? Well, you’ve one life. You better start living the best you can now. On your own or with someone. However, if you’re with someone and solitude reigns, comfortability, being used to that what you know and fear to being with your own self may be stopping you from achieving what you aspired once.
Let your self be with all its potential, mistakes included. Dare to listen to you, dare to please you, dare to see you. No-one will ever see who or what you’re if you don’t see it yourself. No-one will ever respect you if you don’t start by doing so. No-one will make your most childish dreams come true if you stay sat there contemplating your life passing by.
Let yourself be defeated… but don’t let yourself kneeling down. Stand up, hold your life and visualize what you want the way you want it. Then, star living the life you once dreamt of and you left behind because you thought it was too hard to fight for.
DO have hope, keep your faith but be true to your self: destiny, luck or God won’t come to rescue you if you don’t stand and ask for things to happen. Achievements for some are miracles for others; realities for the few are dreams for the many. Be proud of your self in your individuality… and be even prouder for holding tight to your life living it at its fullest.
Most people believe in the “happily ever after” effect translated into that situation in which they may eventually be once they meet that one they dream of (or better, that someone appears in their life). In other words, most people wait to define their life only and only in the event they meet someone else.
It may be possible (even true) that some of our characteristics may come to light only when someone makes his/her entrance in our life. Like any reaction, any change needs an action to happen. However, to define all our nature, all our self from what someone else’s presence triggers in us seems to put the self in rather minimal position.
By definition, the self is that that has its own nature, characteristics, essence. Probably one of the biggest problems the selves we called human beings have to face is to define their own existence. In order to do that, they’ve first to be able to observe who and what they actually are. And for that enterprise, not only the five or six senses are necessary but also the will to do it. Are you ready to see what you really are?
Self-imposed limitations, blame to others, excuses, the environment in general seem to be always present in the existence of the many. However, they are all contingencies we accept to be there to let us live a comfortable but aimless life.
If you had only one chance, would you let it go? Well, you’ve one life. You better start living the best you can now. On your own or with someone. However, if you’re with someone and solitude reigns, comfortability, being used to that what you know and fear to being with your own self may be stopping you from achieving what you aspired once.
Let your self be with all its potential, mistakes included. Dare to listen to you, dare to please you, dare to see you. No-one will ever see who or what you’re if you don’t see it yourself. No-one will ever respect you if you don’t start by doing so. No-one will make your most childish dreams come true if you stay sat there contemplating your life passing by.
Let yourself be defeated… but don’t let yourself kneeling down. Stand up, hold your life and visualize what you want the way you want it. Then, star living the life you once dreamt of and you left behind because you thought it was too hard to fight for.
DO have hope, keep your faith but be true to your self: destiny, luck or God won’t come to rescue you if you don’t stand and ask for things to happen. Achievements for some are miracles for others; realities for the few are dreams for the many. Be proud of your self in your individuality… and be even prouder for holding tight to your life living it at its fullest.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
For the mediocre... and for the achiever; for the dreamer... and for the doer.
There is a special place where all your dreams come true. Indeed there is that place somewhere. And where you may ask? Simple; and closer than you think. That place is you, your self. No-where else will you find the answer, the path to make your dreams become first aspirations and then actions. People and circumstances around are the environment. They can be in favour, against or neutral in relation to you. How you use them as per your dreams will determine the way your aspirations may or may not appear and the actions turn into real change or simply omissions.
You do not need to stick together to anyone or something to get that image transformed into reality. If the weather or the environment do not hep –in fact, they may be hostile- change position, move to a different place, choose another environment. In essence, you will still be the same, No essence changes: not your, nor others’ essence. Do not believe in self or outer imposed limitations. Once again, if the environment puts barriers, jump them, walk your way around them, avoid them or confront them. The key is not to deal with it but to move on from it if it is blocking your goal.
If the limitation is coming from your self, change your attitude. The environment may be already against you. The worst thing that can happen is that you ally yourself with the environment against you self. And the funny side of the story, it takes the same effort to be one with your self than it takes to be against. However, somehow, many people –if not, most- do the latter: they never reach an agreement with their inner self and become that one that they could have been. They rather choose not to do it, not to challenge it, not to try. They are called mediocre –I have said before somewhere that I do not add any negative connotation to the word, just a literal meaning: mediocre is that one who stays in the middle-.
More often than usual to acct upon an aspiration that was originally a vague dream takes us out of our comfort zone. However, if we were so comfortable, why did we have the dream in first place? Well, you can for sure answer that…
Dream high, aspire higher, act upon you aspirations and make them happen. If the environment –the surrounding circumstances and people- are in favour or neutral, great. If they are against, even better: you will learn more from the experience. You do not have the obligation to stand out from the crowd, you don need not to be mediocre. In fact, be a happy mediocre if you want to. But PLEASE, do not complain, blame others or put your burdens onto someone else’s shoulders. Be proudly happy of your mediocrity. However, if you are up for being an achiever, a doer or a maker –I must highlight, not necessarily a winner- you better start now.
If the world makes you feel blue, do not wait for the painter: take the brush and change it into full colours…
For … “If you wish to be a writer, write” (Epictetus), if you want to have a life, live; if you want a change, start doing; if you want to achieve, start acting.
You do not need to stick together to anyone or something to get that image transformed into reality. If the weather or the environment do not hep –in fact, they may be hostile- change position, move to a different place, choose another environment. In essence, you will still be the same, No essence changes: not your, nor others’ essence. Do not believe in self or outer imposed limitations. Once again, if the environment puts barriers, jump them, walk your way around them, avoid them or confront them. The key is not to deal with it but to move on from it if it is blocking your goal.
If the limitation is coming from your self, change your attitude. The environment may be already against you. The worst thing that can happen is that you ally yourself with the environment against you self. And the funny side of the story, it takes the same effort to be one with your self than it takes to be against. However, somehow, many people –if not, most- do the latter: they never reach an agreement with their inner self and become that one that they could have been. They rather choose not to do it, not to challenge it, not to try. They are called mediocre –I have said before somewhere that I do not add any negative connotation to the word, just a literal meaning: mediocre is that one who stays in the middle-.
More often than usual to acct upon an aspiration that was originally a vague dream takes us out of our comfort zone. However, if we were so comfortable, why did we have the dream in first place? Well, you can for sure answer that…
Dream high, aspire higher, act upon you aspirations and make them happen. If the environment –the surrounding circumstances and people- are in favour or neutral, great. If they are against, even better: you will learn more from the experience. You do not have the obligation to stand out from the crowd, you don need not to be mediocre. In fact, be a happy mediocre if you want to. But PLEASE, do not complain, blame others or put your burdens onto someone else’s shoulders. Be proudly happy of your mediocrity. However, if you are up for being an achiever, a doer or a maker –I must highlight, not necessarily a winner- you better start now.
If the world makes you feel blue, do not wait for the painter: take the brush and change it into full colours…
For … “If you wish to be a writer, write” (Epictetus), if you want to have a life, live; if you want a change, start doing; if you want to achieve, start acting.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
A P.D.V.
Tal vez… tal vez… tal vez… no lo sé. Supiste ser aquella persona que me hacía ver la vida de manera distinta. Supiste ver la vida a través de mis ojos. Supiste dejarme transitar la vida con tus pasos. Supimos ser en algún momento uno aun siendo dos. Nunca más lo logré con nadie… o no quise lograrlo… de cualquier manera, no sucedió.
Hoy no estás; hoy no estamos… ya hace tiempo no estamos, no andamos juntos, no miramos el cielo de cerca, no soñamos en la misma cama. No he estado cuando me necesitabas; no has estado cuando te necesitaba…
Tal vez es cierto… todo aquello que comienza, termina. Hoy después de 10 años digo por primera vez adiós a alguien. Y sí, sos la primer persona. Dejarte ir es sacarle algo al alma aun después de tanto tiempo sin estar. Evidentemente, aun estabas. O algo quedaba… y hoy lo dejo ir… y hoy, te dejo ir.
Hoy no estás; hoy no estamos… ya hace tiempo no estamos, no andamos juntos, no miramos el cielo de cerca, no soñamos en la misma cama. No he estado cuando me necesitabas; no has estado cuando te necesitaba…
Tal vez es cierto… todo aquello que comienza, termina. Hoy después de 10 años digo por primera vez adiós a alguien. Y sí, sos la primer persona. Dejarte ir es sacarle algo al alma aun después de tanto tiempo sin estar. Evidentemente, aun estabas. O algo quedaba… y hoy lo dejo ir… y hoy, te dejo ir.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
BSL British Sign Language
Sample video of BSL Level 2 about food and drinks
(in this particular case, going to ASDA).
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