Wednesday, June 30, 2010

That's why we need friends. That's why i need friends.

Known uncertainty is acceptable. But unknown uncertainty leads to rejection.

Im scared. N i cant imagine myself saying this. But im not ready.
Despite going through the thought so many times mentally. Im not
ready. What is taking place now is not what i thought it would be. Be
vague, go in circles. At least i know im still on the roundabout. Now
im sitting in some strangers car heading to some unknown place.

I need friends.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Container yard trip

 

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Parked and saw, stacked up containers. So this is how it looks like in a container depo.

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A few other liner’s brands seen as well

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First check, when the containers enters back into the yard, everything has to be washed clean. Some clients return their containers with rubbish still in, assuming the container yard is a dumping ground. Quite a challenge to charge them a penalty fee.

The refrigerated containers were a big hit! Hot weather + bright shiny sun + puteri lilin people. Good way to differentiate reefer containers – most of them if not all are white in color.

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Seeing how the cranes lift up containers, big accuracy needed, as the crane hooks up only 2 small hooks on the left and right top.

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Going into a container, this one is slightly damaged on the top. Small dent but to clients, it means stuffing a few boxes less = less money to earn.

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A flat rack container, the sides are open to load out of gauge cargo.

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Good trip! could be even better if the we made if for the vessel tour. Missed it due to no security clearance. :( Next time round maybe.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Timur Permai Container Yard

Depo tour today :) Pictures of the numerous containers coming up soon

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Fly me up to the sky

When all is betrayal and lost of trust
When respect is turned into disgust
When lust takes over love

True love never fails

As much as its so painful to see pieces of broken glasses shattered around
As much as its so painful to hear of role model that never existed
As much as it is so painful to hear sobs and tears knowing its genuine

True love never fails

Convince us that love exist
Convince us that there is a plan and purpose
Convince us that there is a solution

True love never fails

Sunday, June 13, 2010

treasure chest

Happy birthday you.

Monday, June 07, 2010

one... two... three...

I should be counting the blessings. And the love.

Thank you.


counting money

To one he gave 5 talents of money, to another two talents, and to another one talent. Each to his own ability. Those that had put their talents to work, gained one fold more.

The servant that didnt do anything with his talent, got it taken back and given away.

Where's mine? I like the background work. Maybe because the limelight reminds me of childhood phobias. But is there a possibility of doing the behind the scene work that doesnt pay?

I remember myself as a kid who put hardworking into practice to help push myself. God's blessings has been wonderful. But i was never the kid who could sit at the piano and miraculously play a tune. I was the kid who had to sit for 3 whole hours a day practicing just to get that distinction cert.

I was never the kid who could stand up, talk and do a presentation, impressing the crowd. No, i was the kid who shivers when i stand and talk to public, taking the tables and chairs as props to hide the wobbly legs.

Now i realise, i am not the kid who can come out with business strategies that will work, have PR skills so good that buys in to every sales person. I am the one sitting at my desk, quiet and doing things that makes me feel more responsible that i should be.

Where and when is my turn to start counting?

I need strength to pull through each day. I like it, but im so drained out to step out from where i am. What i have in my hands each day makes me feel small and intimidated.


Sunday, June 06, 2010

Missing ships :(

So the containers are stucked at the port, with just hours to go.

On a Sunday morning.






Friday, June 04, 2010

Jams

Thank God for the jam to work and back from work, to have time to seek extra help in the morning. And to recollect the whole day’s work and start thanking God one by one. :)

Another tough day passed by. As much as it is a daily challenge to be standing at my desk, cracking my head to shift cargo left right centre, or to just come up with new rates and strategies, or even sit though a gruesome meeting saying something that makes sense. I know i have God to seek company and advice from.

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