jenova

Hurray!
I’ve gotten the phone! It’s greater than I’d imagined, and it’s at present – my dream phone! :D

Here’s a picture taken by the 2 megal pixel cam of the W800i, of my favourite Indian Restuarant.

I love Sony Ericsson phones. When I first set eyes on the new SE W900i, it was awesome. But it was a tad bit too bulky for me. 3G, stand-alone Mp3 player, yadda yadda, well it was great but too pricey and bulky for me.

Then, along came the W800i. It was great. 2 mega-pixel camera with auto-focus, functions as a stand-alone Mp3 player or you can use it while the phone is on(good for flights, and so on, especially on budget flights!), AND it plays the radio when you’re sick of your own music, the video capability is MUCH better than the Nokia’s (my friend has a Nokia N70, and it doesn’t look or work as good! Now he wants the W800i too!), 36mb internal phone memory + an additional WHOPPING 512mb of additional memory, on a Sony Memory Stick!
Besides that, it’s very user-friendly. Bluetooth, infrared, texting friends is a breeze, my fingers fly over the keypad with great gusto – it’s actually fun to sms since the Nokia 3310 and 3330, where the keypads actually were comfortable for normal human fingers to push smoothly.
The games are great – I can listen to music on the move, use it as a digicam, I can alter and edit pictures, videos and even make my own ringtones.
Mp3s can be used for ringtones or text tones.

In short, I’ll be using this for quite a while – at least until the next Sony ericsson gem comes out, hopefully, a 3.2 megal pixel walkman phone.
I’ll then sell this phone, and donate the money to charity – it’s always good to give back, and share what made you happy with others!

I was an international student in Melbourne..and my family back home hit the rocks and I didn’t get my school fees or my living expenses for 3 months.
It was a big drag, and my housemate got kicked out along with myself and my sister because both of us didn’t pay rent and our housemate couldn’t cover for us.
Luckily, he had a car, and we ended up sleeping every night in his car. It was a gratifying experience. We packed all our belongings and anything we could pack into our car boot, and the rest was stored at a DIY self-storage.
While I can’t say it was as bad as a real homeless person would have felt, it was a great big adventure to us. We slept at different places, from Albert Park during the cooling night after feeding breadcrumbs to the black swans around the lake, to next to a field of horses near our old house.
We sold some of our stuff, my friend was caught shoplifting for food items but released after a verbal warning, we climbed into our locked up house through the window, set up the TV and our ps2, switched on the air-conditioner and slept on the floorboards using our blankets as bedsheets.
We went to our University’s 24 hour internet lab to escape the heat during the day and had free internet access, surfing the net for hours on end (my sister would plough Yahoo! auctions for fashion stuff, I would blog, my friend would just email his woes to his parents who were so pissed off at me).
It was great fun, but very frustrating, because we didn’t have a place to bath or visit the restroom.
Well, a few days later we found out a handy way to get our daily toileting and baths – Melbourne has lots of backpacker hotels that are open during the day for easy access to it’s clients. Most only have security at night.
All we did was just go up one of the non-secure ones during the day, bath, visit the loo, and occasionally, even cook, and run off to sit in the car and have piping hot noodles or whatever.
3 months passed like 3 years, but we had the good days, the bad days, and the really bad days.
All in all, it made you realise how much you took things for granted, from the simplest things to the luxury of running water, to the comforts of just sitting in your living room, no matter how bare, and enjoying the sheltered comfort of a house.

Needless to say after my parents managed to send the next bulk of money over, it was a sigh of relief, but a slight tinge of sadness at the great freedom we had just roaming around, free of everything else and spending the day trying to pass time and have fun.