Addicted to… Oxygen?!
Anyone who knows me know that I’ve got a noodle addiction. Well, I just heard another weird kind of addiction at the school where I teach.
One of the Filipino teacher’s mother developed an addiction to oxygen, and she was telling the other teachers about it, how her mother asks for the oxygen every day at a specific times (every 3 hours if I’m not mistaken). And because of that they’re spending big bux regularly for the oxygen. They’re looking into getting their own concentrator/refiller but it costs so much. I saw the price for a portable oxygen concentrator and WOAH, it costs about as much as this laptop I’ve got my sights on.
And no, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I couldn’t help hearing it when the English teachers on one side of the room and that Filipino teacher on the other side were talking with each other, while we student-teachers were in the middle of the crossfire.
Well… good luck to her. At least my addiction is cheaper.
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22 August, 2007 (20:03) | Life | By: Mi

Mi is a 20-something-year-old tech support agent, wanna-be singer, wanna-be musician, frustrated photographer 







