or "Latino" as you guys call it.
Dw, translate plz.

link, I think.

Juanes - Mala Gente

Tú me pides que te deje ahora , ahora
Ahora cuando más te necesito
Tú me dices que este amor se fue al olvido ahora
Ahora cuando yo ya no te olvido
Tú me pides que seamos solo amigos, amigos
Y a mí no me interesa ser tu amigo
Tú me dices que este amor ha sido un malo
Que malo que dices eso, pero que bueno que se acabó
Mala gente , te burlaste de mis sentimientos
y ahora te lamentas
Mala gente, vas a pagarla caro
porque a mí tú ya no me interesas
Mala gente, porque tu eres una mentirosa y una mala gente
¡Y en el infierno enterita enterita te vas a quemar!
Tú me pides que regrese ahora, ahora
Y ahora es a mí a quien lo le importa
Tú me pides que seamos más que amigos, amigos
Y amigos para que si no hay cariño
Hoy por fin me he dado cuenta de tu engaño
De tu mala calaña y tanto mal que me hiciste tú
Mala gente , te burlaste de mis sentimientos
y ahora te lamentas
Mala gente, vas a pagarla caro
porque a mí tú ya no me interesas
Mala gente, porque tu eres una mentirosa y una mala gente
¡Y en el infierno enterita enterita te vas a quemar!

It's quite different when you read it, instead of hearing it, isn't it?

I won't be as active because I'm going to the beach; those here who talk me on the MSN will find it harder to do because of this.
I'll give you something to read, listen and sing, ask dw for a translation ;)

Yo soy aquel muchacho.

Ya pasó la primavera con sus flores,
golondrina mensajera de mis sueños,
hoy te alejas y te llevas mis amores
y yo sigo tu viaje con empeño.

Vuelve pronto, que el otoño traicionero
me sepulta en la tristeza de sus días,
quiero ser a tu regreso el cancionero,
que deje un, te quiero, frente a un corazón.

Yo soy aquel muchacho que puse sin agravios,
en tus pintados labios, la gloria de un vivir.
Aquel que entre caricias, tornábase sumiso
y que el destino quiso hundirlo en el sufrir.

Yo soy aquel que tuvo constancia y fe sincera,
yo fui la primavera y tu el otoño cruel.
Te has vuelto golondrina, te enloqueció el espacio,
que fue como un palacio, para vivir tu en el.

Si en tu viaje te azotara la tormenta,
de un invierno y con su frío te maltrata,
no le pongas cara fiera, está contenta,
que con risas al dolor se desbarata.

Yo también, cuando te fuiste golondrina,
a mi llanto lo mezclé con alegria
y tiré como nerviosa serpentina,
la venenosa espina que ha muerto mi ilusión.

Bis III y IV

EDIT: Der-Lowe was here.

"Go with the living, Jim."
Sara Sidle.

Ghosts are everywhere. It is possible that you haven't realized this, because luckily, they have the gift of invisibility.
With time it gets worse; the older you are the more ghosts you have in your life. Death of age comes when you suddenly notice that those that you thought human, are just pale impressions from a previous life.
Don't be fooled by the new fashion; ghosts are to be feared. They are not human, they simply dwell around us (hopefully far away from us), they are the latent example of death. Never summon them, those who suffer in the afterlife, do it for a reason, don't meddle with their business.
There will be times when you'll be able to feel them behind the walls, or outside, looking at you through the windows of your bedroom. They may even be gentle and beautiful, yet don't answer their call, all they can give you is sorrow, and make you think about the past, instead of living the present or dreaming about the future, as a lively person should do.
Don't believe in their threats, for they do not belong here; they are nothing, just mere lost wandering souls trying to fix what has been lost forever long ago.

Remember son, and do by instinct what I do after years of suffered experiences: if you ever see a ghost, run for your life.

Happy New Year!
2008 FTW!

The source is the INDEC (Argentinian Census Bureau), and the seasonally adjusted data from 1980 to 1993 was calculated by me using the program X12ARIMA from the US census bureau, because it's the program the INDEC itself uses, since I couldn't find the seasonally adjusted data for that period in the INDEC's web page. Hopefully next year more information will be made available to me, since I'll be in the School of Economics.

So, let's focus on teh pic.
Several things can be pointed out by looking at the graph:

- The 80s sucked, with the whole Malvinas and foundation of democracy. Actually, the stagnation starts in 1973, but I couldn't retrieve that data =(

- Menem's presidency did create a country that could have sustainable growth (1990-99), against of what many people think, he only had cyclical recession, like all the other kewl dudes (1995 Mexico)

- De la Rúa's an idiot (1999-2001), he destroyed the recovery (see last two quarters of 1999) from the cyclical recession, this time caused by the Brazilian devaluation .

- The "expensive dollar" policy (2002-today) has made the economy regain the growth tendency it had previous to the 2002 crisis, the economy is fully recovered and back in its tracks. That's why the rapid growth (8-9% annually) we've been having for the last 5 years,may hit a roof, and will continue (hopefully) at 1990's more stable growth rate. If we do our homework well, we'll be able keep up with the Chilean's GDP per capita, or get a little advantage if we're lucky to grow marginally faster and have a president with half a brain during recessions time.

That's it for now, I want to make a graph with GDP per capita, and another with the debt/GDP ratio, and others comparing Argentina with other countries, but we'll see.

If you have real questions, and if they're not too stupid, you're free to ask; I'll see if I can answer them.

And no, I'm not a jew. I'm a Catholic.

I have lots of things to do, but I don't want to
*edn whine*

blegh.

2034hs update: I have done one exercise, and 20% of another.
2056hs update: people I had expected to show up haven't, I'm very bored, I'm off to do sth productive, at least.
2119hs update: I have showered, and am now wearing my summer pajamas. I have also defeated r-g.
2133hs update: Chain FTW.
2144hs update: banner now combines with the icy NG theme.
0243hs update: exercise that was at 20% done, I'm with the MSN now, not bored anymore

END OF TRANSMISSION.

Artist: Soda Stereo
Album: Canción Animal
Song: Un millón de años luz
You tube link

No vuelvas
no vuelvas sin razón
no vuelvas
estare a un millón de años luz...

Cuando el mundo enmudece
y las promesas engañan
nos revolcamos en el jardín por donde nadie pasa
del fuego vino el diluvio
la nave vuelve a partir
mi alimento son las cenizas de una noche larga

No vuelvas
no vuelvas sin razón
no vuelvas
estaré a un millón de años luz de casa...

De las historias pasadas
ya no me aturde saber
ella conoce mi perversión en una noche larga
(y esta noche es larga...)

No vuelvas
no vuelvas sin razón
no vuelvas
estaré a un millón de anos luz de casa...

"You'd think a thousand miles would be enough.
I guess I'll keep walking."

xkcd #334

- Poor countries have an uphill battle. How are they going to progress, if they depend on the developed world, if what they export is returned to them processed, and therefore, more expensive? And yet some of them manage to, some emerging markets actually are able to, well, emerge.
But is this independence fighting for? Wouldn't it be better if we just remained in this state of 21st century slavery? Maybe we should be happy of what we have now: the sun, the sky, the wind. Those things that will always remain with us. But that is mediocrity.
What can we do, then? Can we close our eyes and imagine that the world is not how it really is? That we are the ones with the power and the wealth, that we decide the fate of others, that we play with them like the tiny puppets they are? But that is insanity.
Uphill battles are most of the time impossible ones; a certain mentality is needed, one has to be able to think outside of the box. And plan. And wait, decades if necessary, progressing slowly, trying to be a bit better everyday, and trying to avoid the world crashes, because it is easy to lose in a year everything you've worked for in a decade. A step at a time, until the threshold of independence is crossed.
- Yes, you have to get used to the idea that's she's not coming back.

Artist (lol):Supermerk2
Title: Zarpale la lata
Genre: Cumbia villera

Si tu viejo es zapateeero
zarpale la lata
seh, seh,
¡Zarpale la lataaa!
¡Corré guachiiin!

¡Y las manitos ahí, y ahí, y ahí, y ahí, y ahiiiii!
¡Supermercado', Supermercado'!
Y ahora... ¡Suena el rococó!
¡Suena el rococó!

Saltó la ficha en el barrio,
todos los pibes me andan buscandoooo.
Ya se enteraron
que anoche me rastreé,
de la casa del zapateero,
una lata de pebecé.

A la lata, al latero
¡Se la saqué al zapatero!

Y ahora los pibes andamos viajando,
el que quiere que le convide,
que levantes la manos.

Supermercados, Supermercados!

Encontré la solución
al problema de la resaca,
me mantengo en la joda borracho
hasta las seis de la mañana.
Eh cuando pinta el sol
no' vamo' pa' la esquina
Bailando con los pibes
meta vino y porquerías

Andamos meta vino y porquerías
Otra vez cayó la noche
Otra vez no' vamo' a la esquiinaaa

¡Y las manitos ahí, y ahí, y ahí, y ahí, y ahiiiii!
¡Supermercado', Supermercado'!

¡Supermercado', Supermercado'!

Magical, just magical.

Yo quiero seguir arrojando bizarros en tu ventana.

Prometítelo. Vine por ti.
Cuidé la tumba que tiene tu nombre nunca dejé de hacerlo.
no me marcharé de aquí nunca más.
Lo sé mi amor
Nunca más

Ven hijo, quiero contarte una historia que nunca te conté.

It's a draft kids, there are more things to come, and then MAYBE a translation.
except for hotpantsstalker, I'll translate for her, because she has breasts.