mememan´s cave

Actually, I should begin this blog saying it´s possible that the career destroys me and forget the idea to study pharmacy. BUT suponning that all is good and differential and integral calculus don´t kill, could exist the remote possibility that beech a little opportunity that I course a postgraduate (I don´t want tempt to the destiny); about pharmaceutical regulation.  I know that I talk about this in my previous blog, but I think that it´s a good idea, because, I like this sector of the pharmacy; and is so necessary to get better the public health area in Chile, and thus is necessary personal whom is working for this. I would like study here, in the Universidad de Chile, but, if is possible, Germany, Switzerland or Netherlands is not a bad idea, in the same way as I´m studying now, that is to say, part-time course, although, blended system don´t sounds bad.  ((I was investigate, and the only place in Chile where it teaches something similar to this, is in the Universidad San Sebastiá

I am studying pharmacist and the last semester, we have a subject about the work of the pharmacist, in this subject was a module, and in this module, pharmacists talk about his work and what  do them, in one, came a pharmacist that works in "regulatory area", that is to say, she is a intermediary in the formulation, modification and elimination  of laws related with the different aspects of the pharmaceutical industry; distribution, manufacture, price ,etc. She was a bridge between the ISP, the MINSAL and the industries. This is precisely the job that I would like dedicate me. It´s obviously a indoor job, but running since a office to other, But the pharmacist that came to talk us about her job, say that it is a job in which is necessary travel to different places; United States or Brasil, for example (this are places that she visits frequently). Actually, makes me indifferent to travel and it is not a problem. A little "problem" is that is necessary study so much

I think is a little hard talk about only one "favourite" musician, but I will make an effort to talk about "They might be giants". It is probably you know a program called "Malcolm in the middle", well, the opening song is interpreted for They might be giants. I am not sure when I met this group, but should be around 2014, when I was in second year of secondary school. Is an American alternative or indie rock group, are know for their experimental music, and some define their style as geek rock (nerd rock xdd), this for some songs like "The Mesopotamians" or "Istanbul (not Constantinople)", this last songs appear in just dance xd. I can´t say that I like all songs group, some are indifferent to me, but in general I can say that like me this group because both the melodies like the lyrics are catchy; for example, "Doctor worm". Also, I like the mode that they say the things, "dark","serious", but "ha

The last year in art class we had to discourse about the surrealism, and make a little presentation with this topic. In the presentation we sit back in the floor of the gym, lit candles, hide our heads inside our clothes and keep quiet. A classmate (I will call N now) went to for the teacher to the classroom, he did look around and interacted with N according to the plan. When the presentation finished, we stand up and we to the classroom, but a classmate (I will call L now) don´t do it. All, except L, went to receive our mark and when we came back, he was there, we did not speak him and wait to he “awake of him lethargy”. Around twenty minutes and he did not “awake”, until another group must to use the gym (I thing that was like eighth grade), and one of them speak him, and L not react, around three speak him, and L not react, around ten speak him, and L not react. When they came closer and surrounded him, he “awake”. We asked him what was happen and L said us that he never slept an

I don´t remember exactly when was, but was around four or five years ago. I went with my family to Antuco, is not a big city, but is known for the volcano that is near. In this moment of my life, I did want to study geology, and this trip was a perfect opportunity to know a powerful structure built for the nature. We were there about two or three weeks, around the eighth day we went to the volcano, in the in the path we saw a big monolith in memory of a military platoon, who dies in a blizzard when they are marching  from the barracks. When we arrive to the skirts of the volcano, the road was flat, as we were going forward, begin to be steeper. In a point (I remember so good this part), the soil was covered for a little black rocks with little craters, like meteorites and the air, smells like ashes, and we are not near of the volcanic cone. We traveled around fifteen minutes more and the air was gray, and smells like rotten eggs and ashes (Probably, for the sulfur), fifteen minutes mo