I want those S805 DJ Headphones. Now!

So I'm still waiting for a jeep along Ayala. Story of my life. I had my earphones on, acting all busy, shuffling my song listing for a soundtrack-of-the-moment that could at least make the waiting more interesting. Panic! At The Disco. I pushed on the track and the right ear piece stayed blank. The left goes off in full stereo and the right had nothing. F*ck. This is so nostalgic of what happened to my XDA's earphones. Same side. The right.

I tagged on the wire from the ear piece down to the mic receiver hoping for at least a glimmer of hope in the persona of a static. Nothing. Double f*ck.

Since there's plenty more time to spare until the mall closes, I might still get a new pair at Glorietta from the stall beside CDR King. That is, if they currently have stocks.

Off I went. On foot. That's at least four blocks. With quality, hard-leather soled shoes, I made my way to the mall. Pretending to hear music on both ears. Walking. It might be that I'm one of them walkers from the Books of Magic. One of Tim Hunter's companions was from a tribe of walkers. It was said that for some pilgrimages to some other realm, a traveler could only walk his way to the destination. No shortcuts. I could walk on and on at times. Not in the mornings, though. I'm a late-afternoon-to-night person. I barely have time to get to work on time in the mornings.

My feet took me to the Motorola store instead of the pirated-albeit-class-A route. Stinking feet thinking on their own. My callous must've manifested their disgust for my lack of compassion in making them experience a nice, quality foot spa. Not in this lifetime, mates! By this time, they should have already realized my disconnect to anything that involves a touchy-feeling contact that does not end with me taking the touchy-feeling contact initiator to bed. Naive losers.

Back to the story.

While scanning the show cases inside the Moto store, lo and behold, to the sound of nothing less than a 102-piece orchestra, my eyes were transfixed to a vision of matte-black. Lit by a majestic 10-watt halogen lamp was my heart's desire for the past 4 months. The would-be other half for my A2DP and AVRCP feature packed clam shell phone. Its long absent soulmate. The Motorola S805 Bluetooth DJ Headphone.

I motioned at a sales person for assistance and pointed at the my dream possession, where he might have noticed the almost-permanent glimmer in my then brimmed-with-tears-from-excitement-and-anticipation, naturally-almond-brown-since-birth-colored eyes. I asked how much and, without even hearing a reply yet, told them to get me one. Pronto.

Much as I was eager to give the unit a test run, an out of the box factory item has zero battery charge. Sorry, no test unit either but I could return the unit should it be defective. I was told to initially give it a continuous 24-hour power boost before using. So much for excitement.

Fast-forward to 24 hours later.

I tried pairing my V3x to his destined, star-crossed, and till-death-do-them-part-sort-of-connection soulmate. Unable to connect, said the V3x in annoying white font. I tried again and still got the same response. F*ck. I'm dying with anticipation here, bitch! I tried for what seemed like an eternity, trying out various means and formulating my own methods by reading the hard copy manuals and the write-ups and reviews on these interwebs. All failed.

The two are on their honeymoon now. Playing loud, blaring, and bass drowned music. In stereo. Thanks to the assistance I got from the same kindly Motorola personnel who sold me my S805, two full-days later.

I'm smiling. I'm happy. I'm contented.

My personal review up next. Stay tuned.

Labels: Gadgets

posted by Fritz @ 6:30 AM