Speed It!

I wonder what to trust from this Telecommunication Speed that has its slogan everywhere. “Speed that you can trust”, is it something that were so easy to be said. Hey, we all are consumers and need some good service instead of a-hot-chick-riding-a-sport-car-advertisement!!

Nevertheless, im getting much more complain from some of my friends and colleagues rather than positive comments for this s0-called-Speed services. So im starting to ask myself, is a few hundred thousands Rupiahs worth the service in general. Eventually, one may come to a conclusion of saying “NO!”.

Please, maintain your customer with care. Our loyalty should be thanked with better services.
Yeah, i notice that it has promo package etc to gain more customer. This could mean that it is losing its customer, one by one. Keep this bad service and ‘down’ connection every once a week, and it might find itself stops the service.


Thorn and Scar

Recently, i’ve been hearing some late 80’s rock songs. One of them was performed by Poison. You may all know the song “Every Rose Has Its Thorn”. It was released in October 1988 as their single. I dont’ really know much about Poison, but i’m telling that this is one of the song that made them famous as a band, yet a legendary one.

Just like Brett Michael said in the song, “every rose has its thorn”, you wouldn’t mind to stop by and smell the roses. It’s actually fun, and sometimes inspiring. But, do you ever think that its thorn is the one that really make your day? Oh yes i do think so!

You would never tell people with whom you share story that a rose was smelt while you were walking down the street. I’d rather say, that someone notices even more when he/she sees you bleeding and ask “hey, what’s wrong?”. This is the very true part of roses, every one of them has its thorn. You might remember the color, the smell, where you smelt it, but you would even memorize the wound when you hit the its thorn.

Same thing with people, in my humblest opinion, sometime you’d be seeing each other and enjoy it. As if you were stopping by for those roses. But no matter how beautiful the memories,  i don’t know why, always the “wound” that you keep most as memories.

Oh, haven’t i mentioned that every “wound” leaves its “scar”? Do they heal? Of course, but it takes time.

There, i have said it…