GPP

My deepest condolences to the family of the demised of the PETRONAS GPP3 explosion tragedy this afternoon. What had happened was tragic and a permanent scar to the current system of safety standard that they practice right now.

As what I always tell to my subordinate
'Think safety, work safely. Because simply you don't have another life to spare'

ZA

Comments

Al-Manar said…
Once upon a time I was in that kind of industry where safety must never be compromised under any cicumstances. Safety first and customers are always right were the mottos. It is a shame to hear what happened.
18:34
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Unconfirmed rumour that the gas from waste water treatment plant as the culprit for the explosion. Ground was seen shaky seconds before explosion. PETRONAS should produce the report right after investigation pronto.
09:17
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