Ten things to do before you die

Another story by TJ :D

(Author's Note: One of my own favorite short stories. This is tragedy at its finest. Enjoy!)
"Thank you and goodnight, Melissa."
As Melissa gave Carlo a friendly kiss on the cheek, she found her lips locked with Carlo's.
"No, thank you Carlo."
Carlo watched as Melissa walked away. Soon, it will be all over. He brought out his list from his pocket. For the last time, he looked at the piece of paper in his hand.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Melissa!"
Melissa turned around and looked back at Carlo.
"I will never forget you!"
In the dark, quiet evening, everything became bright for Carlo and everything became loud for Melissa.
Carlo saw a bright light.
And Melissa heard a sound of a gunshot.
* * * * *
At around ten in the morning, Carlo woke up from the noise of his alarm clock. After another drinking session with his friends last night, he finds himself in the solitude of his desolated room. Soiled clothes were lying as well as books and magazines were displaced everywhere. His room was pretty messed-up.
Just like his life: pretty messed-up.
This has been his life since Melissa told him the news. When they broke-up a year ago, Carlo didn't felt a thing, not even the slightest remorse. Not until Melissa told him the news.
She was getting married to her fiancee.
The past few months become the gradual destruction of Carlo's life. Drinking sessions with friends have become a nocturnal routine, as well as absence in work to nurse a nasty hangover.
Unshaved and somehow disoriented, he stares hopelessly at himself in the bathroom mirror, somewhat trying to ask himself where have he been.
And all he got was a stare from a complete stranger.
For a few moments Carlo continue to stand infront of the bathroom mirror, then he noticed something. His reflection was holding a piece of paper. He was holding a crumpled paper and he opened it.
"Good morning everyone!"
Everyone in his office stared at Carlo as he entered. As if they saw someone who was long gone. Neatly dressed, shaven and emitting an aura of freshness, he mesmerized everyone and went directly to his boss' room.
"Good morning, Sir!"
"Carlo! Where's the report..."
"Here it is, Sir. Complete in a presentation burned in this CD ready to blow your clients off their feet," Carlo quickly disrupted his boss.
"What have gotten into you? You look... normal again," his boss replied.
"I just woke up from a terrible nightmare."
"Good for you. Good for me. Good for our clients. Welcome back, Carlo."
Carlo smiled and left his boss' room and went straight to his cubicle.
As he reached his cubicle, he dialed a number and called someone in his mobile phone.
"Hello," Melissa answered.
"Hey gorgeous! You free today," Carlo asked.
"Why?"
"Nothing much. I just got some errand to do and I would like to bring you along."
"Uhmmm... I still have a few things to tend, you know..."
"The wedding? C'mon, it's only one day. Your fiancee shouldn't worry. For old time's sake?"
"Okay. What time?"
"I'll pick you up before lunch."
"Okay."
"Til then. Bye."
Melissa seemed confused after hearing Carlo's voice. She haven't heard from since they broke up.
* * * * *
Just as he said, Carlo picked up Melissa at her office. They went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Melissa was staring at a man she used to love. Some old feelings still lingered in her. But she rather keep them all inside her in solitude. Then Carlo broke her silence.
"So what's keeping you busy, aside from getting married," he asked casually.
"Uhmmm... nothing much. Just the usual. Clients who dream big and pay little," Melissa replied.
"Shall we?"
"Where?"
"I just need to tend some errands. You'll see."
Carlo brought Melissa in an orphanage they used to go to during their anniversary. Carlo still remembered how Melissa loved children. For a few moments, Melissa found herself enjoying her time with the children. And then she realized something was not right.
She shouldn't be there with Carlo.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"You forgot easily."
"What?"
"Nothing. I just wanna go here. This is the first time I went here since we broke up."
"I remembered when we still went here together."
"Happy anniversary."
Melissa stood infront of Carlo filled with confusion. She cannot understand why he brought her in the orphanage.
"You've been silent since we left the orphanage."
"..."
"Carlo, why are you doing this?"
"What?"
"..."
"Okay. The orphanage wasn't intentional. It was just a spontaneous idea. When you agreed to come with me, the idea just entered my mind. And besides, today was supposedly our anniversary. It's just so funny if we went back there after all this time."
"So you found it as a joke?"
"No. I found it heartwarming."
"...uhmmm, where are you bringing me anyway?"
"You'll see."
* * * * *
"I haven't been here for a while," Melissa said.
"I know you'll be surprised. I haven't also been here for a while either," Carlo answered.
They arrived at Carlo's home in Antipolo at around five in the afternoon. Carlo's mother was surprised to saw both of them. She still doesn't know that the two of them had broken up.
"Hi Mama," Carlo greeted her mother.
"Carlo," Mrs. Gomez replied.
"You still remember Melissa?"
"Good afternoon Ma'am," Melissa greeted Mrs. Gomez.
"How could I forget your beautiful fiancee? So when's the wedding? C'mon here child and give me a hug," Mrs. Gomez answered.
Both women hugged each other. Melissa suddenly became uneasy with the fact that Mrs. Gomez doesn't know what had happened between her and Carlo. She found herself starting to get mad at Carlo.
"So what have brought you two here?"
"We're just visiting you Mama."
"You should have called before you arrived, so that I have prepared a special dinner."
"No Mama. We won't be long. Melissa's busy with her wedding."
"You naughty boy. I haven't met Melissa's parents. And now you two are getting married? Why are you putting all the burden to Melissa in preparing for the wedding?"
Melissa blushed in embarrassment. She doesn't know what to feel, whether to get mad at Carlo for not telling her Mom, or to feel sorry that the two of them broke up. She really liked Mrs. Gomez.
"You don't understand, Mama. Well, I'm quite busy tending a lot of errands."
"Okay, let's just talked about the wedding later. Wait here and I'll just prepare dinner."
As Mrs. Gomez was about to go to the kitchen, Carlo spoke.
"Mama, I love you."
When Mrs. Gomez reached the kitchen, Carlo whispered to Melissa.
"That's our cue. Let's go."
"Carlo, what do you think you're doing? We have just arrived here and you're mother's preparing dinner."
"I still have some errands to do, remember?"
"Oh great. At least let's say goodbye to your mom."
"That would be impossible. She won’t let us leave until after dinner."
"..."
And the two of them sneaked to the front driveway straight to Carlo's car.
"I can't understand why you are doing all this, Carlo," Melissa said.
"You hungry?"
"First the orphanage. Next your mom. What's all of these? Are you trying to win me back?"
"No."
"So why all these special places? You know this is not easy for the two of us."
"I forgot something in my office. We'll grab dinner there."
"You're not hearing me. You're shutting me out..."
And tears started to form in the corners of Melissa's eyes.
"You know I always understood you. When you left me, it was your decision. I just set you free because I felt you really wanted out. Now that I'm asking just for a day with you, you judge me of not hearing you out?"
"So what's this all about? I'm really confused."
"Sometimes, the greatest questions don't need answers. Please take my word for it."
"I'm still not buying it."
"Okay. I'm leaving. I'm going somewhere. I just wanna do the things I won't be able to do after I leave."
"..."
"Satisfied?"
"I'm hungry," Melissa answered with a smile.
When they arrived at Carlo's office somewhere in Makati at around 10 in the evening, Carlo's office was closed. A guard recognized Carlo and let them in. City lights have somehow illuminated the dark corridors of Carlo's office. All cubicles were deserted.
"What are we gonna do here," Melissa asked.
"You'll see, Carlo answered."
"No tricks, Carlo."
"Trust me."
And all Melissa was able to do was smile back at Carlo.
Melissa followed Carlo to the elevator. Inside, Carlo pressed "P" for penthouse. The light indicating the building floors rose from the ground floor to the top floor. The darkness and the uncertainty of what lies ahead scared Melissa.
The elevator reached the top floor of Carlo's office and its doors opened.
What Melissa saw at the penthouse left her breathless.
Amidst the darkness of the hallway glowed numerous candles that seemed like stars the lit the whole floor. A string quartet played songs that they used to loved when they were still together. And in the middle of the spacious floor stood a candlelight dinner for two.
"I don't know what to say," Melissa uttered to Carlo.
"Just say you enjoy everything that's happening right now," Carlo replied.
Melissa knew that she enjoyed every moment that's happening before her eyes but she decided to keep it to herself. But her eyes gave herself away; glitters of tears lingered in the corners of her eyes. Even though she didn't say it, Carlo saw it in her eyes and he knew she enjoyed everything that he prepared for her.
And for him, that's what matters most.
* * * * *
After dinner, Carlo brought Melissa to her house. They arrived at Melissa's place at around past midnight. Inside Carlo's car, they sat in silence.
Then Melissa's defenses finally crumbled and she broke their silence.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For everything. I know I should have given you a second chance but I didn't. And now I'm getting married in three weeks, and I still continue to hurt you by letting you love me hopelessly."
And tears finally rolled over Melissa's cheeks.
"I'm the one who should ask for forgiveness. Since the day we broke up, I deliberately suppressed all emotions that I should be feeling. Grief. Anger. Despair. Hope. But when I found out that you're getting married, I started to feel, one by one, all those emotions that I've tried so hard to keep away from myself."
Carlo clutched the steering wheel of his car and stared at the nothingness of his car's windshield.
"Things are different now, Carlo. We both have different lives now."
"I know. That's why I met you today."
"?"
"I should have loved you the way you truly deserve..."
"Stop it."
"I should have asked for redemption when I still had the chance..."
"I said stop it."
"I should have let go of you the moment I found out you're happy with your new life..."
"Please Carlo. You know this isn't easy for both of us..."
"I should have died together with all the hopes and dreams that our love created..."
"STOP IT!!!"
Carlo continued to stare at his car's windshield while Melissa's sobs created an eerie rhythm of despair inside Carlo's car.
* * * * *
It was around two in the morning. Nearby houses stood aimlessly in the darkness of the night. Carlo and Melissa sat silently inside Carlo's car for the past two hours already.
"I just wanna see you before I leave," Carlo said.
"..."
"I'll be leaving everything behind, especially my old life. I finally decided to start a new one."
"..."
"I prepared this day for you to show my gratitude. I just don't want to say how much I'm thankful of you. I want you to feel it and to never forget it. I should have done this when we're still together but we both know I didn't make you feel how much I really love you."
"You don't have to do all of this..."
"But I have to. My conscience has been eating me up because of the guilt I got from taking you for granted..."
Finally, after all this time, Carlo looked at Melissa thru the haziness of his tears.
"..."
"Hush..."
"..."
"I've already forgiven you a long time ago."
"..."
Between the sobs and the tears, Melissa found herself comforting Carlo with a long, passionate kiss.
At around four in the morning, Carlo decided that it was time for him to leave Melissa.
"So this is it," Carlo said.
"I guess so," Melissa answered.
"Thank you and goodnight, Melissa."
As Melissa gave Carlo a friendly kiss on the cheek, she found her lips locked with Carlo's.
"No, thank you Carlo."
Carlo watched as Melissa walked away. Soon, it will be all over. He brought out his list from his pocket. For the last time, he looked at the piece of paper in his hands. Words written in the paper were stained with his own tears.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Melissa," Carlo shouted.
Melissa turned around and looked back at Carlo.
Melissa watched in horror as Carlo aims a 9mm Beretta pistol at her.
"I will never forget you!"
Carlo quickly aimed the gun at his left temple and squeezed the trigger.
In the dark, quiet evening, everything became bright for Carlo and everything became loud for Melissa.
Carlo saw a bright light.
And Melissa heard a sound of a gunshot.
She stood there as Carlo fell to the ground.
Melissa's sobs lingered in the silence of early morning. She slowly walked towards Carlo's lifeless body, still trembling from the terrifying ordeal she witnessed. As she stared into Carlo's dilated pupils; she noticed Carlo was clutching a piece of paper. She picked it up and opened it.
Melissa read, "Ten things to do before you die."
Written and crossed out were:
"1. get new haircut..."
"2. finish report..."
"3. eat a nice lunch..."
"4. visit orphanage..."
"5. visit home..."
"6. tell mama I LOVE YOU"
"7. surprise HER..."
"8. ask for FORGIVENESS..."
"9. KISS HER FOR THE LAST TIME."
Melissa almost lost consciousness upon reading the last entry on Carlo's death wish.
"10. die with the one you love."
* * * * *
Melissa remembered the last look in Carlo's eyes before he died. He couldn't find the courage to complete his death wish. He couldn't kill Melissa.
Melissa found herself sitting beside Carlo's body. Her tears almost completely smudged Carlo's death wish. She then felt guilty for Carlo's death.
She looked again at Carlo's death wish and read the last entry.
"10. die with the one you love."
She picked up the 9-mm Baretta, aimed at her left temple, smiled, and pulled the trigger.
It was around five in the morning when Melissa's body fell beside Carlo, creating an illusion of two lovers together in an endless dream.

you gotta read this... :D

I read this short story in my friend's blog... its an original... his work of art...
:D Tristan Jourdan Dela Cruz clap clap clap :D

astral (part 1)

(Author's note: this was one of the first short stories I made when i was still working in the Trinity Observer. I posted it at highfiber.org and published it in Trinity Observer's literary folio, Adobong Rosas. Enjoy!)

It was a gloomy Friday afternoon. Thick clouds hovered the horizon. Michael felt it would be raining soon. He was meeting with his girlfriend, Anne, in their spot in the college open field. Today was the 13th; a day believed by some to be unlucky. But for him, it was special.

Today was their second-year anniversary.

He looked at his watch. The short hand was in the number six while the long hand had just reached the number 12. Anne should have arrived by now.

A few minutes later, as Michael was looking at his watch for the nth time, he saw Anne from afar. He then stood up from the concrete bench he was sitting and quickly gave the dozen white roses he bought for her.

"Happy anniversary," Michael greeted Anne.

"We need to talk," Anne replied.

Michael didn't remember how everything started. He couldn't even remember most of the things Anne had said. But there were few words that he remembered. And those few words opened his eyes for his tears to flow.

"I love you Michael. And I know you also loved me. It's just that for the past several weeks, everything we had seem to fade. We don't see each other that much like how we used to. You are too occupied with a lot of things, except me. I'm tired of being alone and always waiting for you. I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, just like Michael's tears, rain poured down from the heavens.

Michael watched helplessly as Anne leave. As she vanished into the horizon, he stares into oblivion, as both the rain and tears washed away all the things they built and believed in, and all the dreams and memories they shared.

He was alone now. The hours passed liked eternity. All he did was desperately begged to the heavens for a miracle. All he saw was a lone star that desperately glimmered amidst the dark sky and the heavy rain.

"Hey," a voice called Michael.

"..."

"Are you alright?"

"..."

"Do you always enjoy getting soaked in the rain?"

"..."

"Are you planning to get sick? 'Coz if you do, I'll bet you'll be successful in getting yourself at least a cold, or a pneumonia or something."

"Oh I get it. You're deaf," and the stranger gave a quick, sardonic smile.

"I don't talk to strangers," Michael answered.

"Me neither. By the way, I'm Michelle. Now you know my name and I'm not a stranger to you anymore. Does Mr. Wetpants have a name," she retorted.

"Michael."

The heavens suddenly stopped grieving for Michael. The night sky suddenly became clear and stars twinkled in a silent tune.

But his lone star was nowhere to be found.

astral (part 2)

For a month, Michael never talked to anyone except to Michelle. She has been with him since the night Anne ended their two-year relationship. If love colors life in bright hues, his life had turned from rainbow to black and white. For two years he lived a colorful and meaningful life with Anne. With her departure, she took her love with her; all its colors and meaning it had offered.

And yet, streaks of life's color made him survive, thanks to Michelle's persistence. And for a month without Anne, Michelle was the only colorful spot that kept on smudging his colorless life.

"C'mon, cheer up," Michelle said to Michael.

"Stop it," Michael answered.

"You missed her?"

"I said stop it."

"I will if you'll smile."

"Stop it."

"You still love her?"

"What do you want from me?"

"I just want you to smile, that's all."

"Asking about her will never make me smile."

"So what would make you smile?"

"..."

Out of nowhere, Michelle kissed Michael at his left cheek.

And they looked at each other's eyes and smiled.

astral (part 3)

Two months have passed since Michael and Anne broke up. And also two months have passed since Michael met Michelle. And with Michelle's help, he had not only moved on from all the pain but also saw himself slowly falling for her.

"So Michelle, you know a lot of things about me since we've met but I only know little about you. You're unfair," Michael said.

"So what do you want to know," Michelle asked.

"Everything about you."

"Okay. I'm gorgeous, I like staring at the stars and I'm a hopeless romantic. Actually, we share a lot of things in common. I'm also workaholic, and I've also been through a painful break-up recently."

"Except for the "gorgeous" part, I think everything's true," Michael retorted.

"You're so mean," Michelle answered.

And she pinched him by the arm and they laughed at each other.

"I never thought that you were also hurting inside. You seemed so happy with your life. Actually, your optimism is rubbing into me quite well. Sometimes I feel I'm going nuts because I can't get enough of the laughter you're giving me," Michael explained.

"So I'm your clown and your shrink then," Michelle said.

"But seriously, thank you Michelle. Thank you for everything. You were there right after Anne and I broke up. And since then, you were always with me, cheering me up. I'm really grateful," Michael said.

"It's nothing. It's just I don't want to see you cry."

"Really?"

"And besides, there's still hope for you and Anne. You just have to win her back."

"I've already accepted the fact that Anne and I are history. At first, I tried to hate her for what she did but as I contemplated on what happened between us, I think it's better for us to go on separate ways."

"You are willing to let true love wither and die just like that? Could you live the rest of your life regretting what might have been between the two of you? Could you really just deny easily the fact that both of you still love each other?"

"I don't love her anymore," Michael rebutted.

"Do you? Or you're just trying so hard to convince yourself that you shouldn't love her because she had hurt you," Michelle asked. "Doesn't it matter to you if Anne still loves you?"

"I've already fallen for someone else," Michael answered.

"So who's the lucky girl," Michelle asked.

"You."

astral (part 4)

It was the third month since Michael met Michelle in one rainy Friday night. He realized that she have become more than a friend to him. She was someone who stood with him in the darkest moment of his life. She was someone who never left his side through all the pain he was going through. And she was someone who barely knew him and yet he felt she knew her more than he knew himself.

If only Michael knew the real Michelle...

The days passed by and his feelings for her grew. He felt that every tear, every laughter, and every moment spent with her was a blessing; a bliss. He even thought that she was sent by the heavens as an answer to his prayers. He was sure of one thing.

Michelle is his soul mate.

If only Michael knew the truth...

On the fourth month that Michael met Michelle, he decided that he was ready to love again. And she will once again complete his life; her love will give colors to his life. He was only waiting for the right moment to express his feelings.

But things suddenly changed. He saw less of her. He thought what was the problem. Did he said something wrong? Was she in love with someone else? Negative thoughts swirled into his mind.

Maybe she only saw him as a friend, no more, no less.

And paranoia got the best out of him.

One day, Michael saw Michelle and ran after her.

"Hey Michelle, wait up."

"I'm quite in a hurry today. A lot of things came up."

"I haven't seen you lately? Is there something wrong," Michael asked.

"Nothing. I really have to go," Michelle replied.

"Can we at least talk for a while?"

"Not now. I really can't talk to you right now."

"Did I do something wrong," Michael asked.

"Nothing. Okay, let's meet on the 13th, 5 PM. On the place where we first met."

"Wait!"

And just like that, Michelle quickly walked away leaving Michael confused.

astral (part 5 - END)

The 13th came. It was a peaceful afternoon. The sun set slowly into the horizon, making everything glow in romantic red. Michael felt the stars would show up clearly in the night sky later. Just like what she asked, he was there. Just like a rerun of his own romantic movie, Michael brought white roses for her. He was meeting with his soon-to-be girlfriend, Michelle, in their spot in the football field. Today was the 13th; a day believed by some to be unlucky. But for Michael, it was special.

Today is the first monthsary of their friendship, and today is the day he will propose to her his love.

He looked at his watch. The short hand was in the number six while the long hand had just reached the number 12. She should have arrived by now.

A few minutes later, as he was looking at his watch for the nth time, he saw someone from afar. He then stood up from the concrete bench he was sitting and stared at the girl in front of her.

"What are you doing here," Michael asked.

"We need to talk," Anne replied.

"I'm meeting someone else today here," Michael said.

"I'm meeting you today here," Anne replied.

"I'm meeting another girl, not you."

"I know. She told me everything."

"What?"

"Would you like to listen to what I have to say?"

"Isn't it enough that you already left me? Do you really despise me that much that you have to ruin my life?"

"Would you try to listen first? I didn't came here to ruin your date with Michelle. I came here to give you this."

Anne gave Michael the letter from Michelle.

"A girl I met few days ago gave me that letter. She said she was Michelle and she has some resemblance to you. I even thought she was one of your close relatives. He explained to me how you've been doing for the pass few months since we broke-up. She said that she will be leaving you soon and that I should give you that letter."

"Stop it."

Michael didn't remember how everything started. He can't even remember most of the things Anne said to her. But there were few words that he remembered. And those few words opened his eyes for tears to flow.

"She said some things that made me decide to meet you today."

"What were those things?"

"She said that for the past few months you've been hurting. You tried to hate me for breaking up with you but you can't because you know that I have all the reasons for leaving you. You even tried so hard to love again. And she said that amidst all the pain, you still love me."

"..."

"She said it with such vindication that when I closed my eyes, it was you who was speaking those words. I felt like I was talking to you. And when I finally opened my eyes, I saw you."

"I, then realized that still love you, Michael. And I feel you still love me too. Michelle was right. It's not only you that was to blame for letting our love fade. We both let it fade. I should have been more understanding and patient with you. I only thought of myself because I don't like being taken for granted. But in doing so, I did to you what I don't want others to do to me. I'm scared of being alone and lonely. I should have worked things out with you. I'm so sorry..."

"I don't know what to say," Michael said.

"Me neither," Anne answered. "But talking to her made me realized that our break-up is one of the greatest mistakes I've done. I realized that I should have talked to you first, and gave you a second chance."

"Now, I'm the one who needs to ask for a second chance," Anne pleaded.

"..."

"..."

"Would you still accept me?"

"I still love you."

"And I love you too."

And they sealed their loved with a kiss.

Michael was not alone now. The hours passed seemed eternity, and yet his endless waltz under the moonlight with Anne was all worth the wait. He was thankful to the heavens for the miracle: Michelle. In the clear night sky, amidst all the other shimmering stars, a lone star stood out more brightly than the rest of them.

Before they went home, he opened the letter.

As he read Michelle's letter, somewhere in the back of his ear he hears Michelle's voice: "It was nice to have finally met you, it was more fun than just looking to you from above. Thanks for your admiration. I will be always be with you. We are one and we'll always be one."

Far from Michael and Anne, Michelle looks as the two of them kissed each other. All that Michelle could do was to watch hopelessly as her own tears showered her wounded heart.

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now you know why i am not posting

im back

i miss them a lot... it sucks 3 days in ilocos really sucks... i didnt even see my cousin... wahh... i want to go back...

life is a piece of information, it maybe great or not but one thing is for sure, all is significant

I am definitely thankful that I was give another chance to prove myself in school. Basically, I was nearly at the edge of falling but i persisted... oh well... :) God is good all the time... Just believe in Him with all your heart...

other side of life...
today is my best friend's birthday :) happy birthday JEN!!! :))

let me share something about my best friend history :)
well during my formative years.. Grade 1-3 my best friend was Winnie Rollon... I lost contact of her because she went to Manila to study... still looking for her though...

grades 4-6
my best friend was ma. fe esguerra... but after an incident in first year... she was not my best friend anymore (no need to elaborate)

2nd year :) (best friend till the end)
This was the first time that she was my classmate... for some reason, we became close... I think it was because of anime and Japan... :) hehe we never lost contact... from then on, she was my best friend... :) well, i don't know how we jive even though our perpectives were quite different...
we agree on some things though... :)

Jenalyn

J-juvenile (vibrant young girl) :) you dont look 20 :)

E-enerjetic (hyper) :) pero pag tinamad d yan babangon sa higaan

N-nabob (:) look for the meaning)

A-alluring (:) yes naman)

L-loyal (:)

Y-en (hindi you currency)

N-natural (hindi plastic)

love you bes.. :)) God bless lagi

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Specification:

System: Tri-band: GSM 900, GSM 1800 & GSM 1900 (works on five continents)
Dimensions: 93 x 46.5 x 22.5 mm
Standby time*: Upto 16.5 days (Upto 400 hours)
Talk Time*: Upto 8.5 hours (Upto 510 minutes)
Camera: 1.3 mega-pixel, photo light & 4x digital zoom
Display: 176 x 220 pixel colour (262k)
*Actual performance dependant on network environment.
For further information, and a full specification visit the Sony Ericsson Website.

What's in the box?
Sony Ericsson W550i Walkman handset
USB data cable
Battery
Mains charger
Instruction manual
HPM-70 (Stereo Adaptor & Headphones)
Interchangeable orange and white faceplates
Software CD


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