World's Fastest and S.E.Asia's Longest Cable Car

I accompanied my children and grandchildren for a two-day trip to Genting Highland from 23 - 25 March 2009. I wouldn't miss the chance of having a good time with them. And it really was a good time when they tried out almost all the fun rides there were. I accompanied them on the less violent ones. After checking out in the afternoon of the second day, we decided to take a cable car ride to the bottom of the hill. For those people who love roller coaster rides, riding this cable car is peanut or "kacang". The trouble is I hate roller coasters or anything that spin and turn you upside down at break-neck speed. But curiousity got the better of me and I followed my two grandchildren into the gandola. The take off was scary. You just imagine jumping off a platform into a deep valley below your feet! If you are not a free fall enthusiast or parachutist, you wouldn't be able to understand what I mean. But never mind I'll tell you anyhow, how I felt. My gandola sped towards the end of the platform and suddenly I found myself hanging by a little cable in mid-air with a deep valley a thousand feet below! Suddenly I found so many questions crammed into my head: what if the cable should snap? What if the cable car fall off the tiny cable? Oh God! I don't want to lose my grandchildren! The fear was all very unecessary though. The cable car is built to last with the safety of its passengers foremost in the minds of the designers and it is computerised. Except for the take off, the ride was really exhilarating and enjoyable. As you glided over the thick lush rainforest far below, we were told that the cable car is the world's fastest and S.E.Asia's longest at about 3km. When we reached the other end, our bus was already waiting for us. Some of the beautiful and breath-taking sceneries.

Feel the exhilarating ride in this video

I'm Missing My Golf

I'm Missing My Golf I am missing my golf. I have not played for the past one year due to a very bad left shoulder joint. I did not know how it happened. I couldn't remember having a fall. I remembered the little nagging pain at first, when I did my morning exercises. It got worse by the day until one day I couldn't stand the throbbing pain anymore. Any little movement I made would send the sharp pain shooting up throughout the arm and shoulder. I had to go to the hospital (the new extension of Taiping Hospital mainly for the not- so- serious illnesses). I was referred to a physiotherapist. The place was new and she was the only one running the place. It was ok when I was alone but when other patients began to come in, she had difficulty attending to all of them. I remembered during one of those day, she was massaging my arm with a massaging machine. Another man was walking in and out waiting for his turn. She told him to do some workout on an exercise machine. Being new, the man didn't know how to use the machine and I noticed the physiotherapist was ignoring him. I didn't have the heart. So while I was being massaged, I began to give instructions to him on how to use the machine properly. After a few sessions I began to lose faith and decided to try the other one at the main hospital. That too did not last long. What they did was what I was doing at home - the warm/hot water bottle treatment. After a few months, it was getting better. Then one day on July 1, 2008, we had a reunion in Sibu. The next day we went up the Rejang River in a rented old luxury boat. With about 30 people crammed onboard, it was labouring up the mighty Rejang. It was keeping mostly to the middle of the huge river - a fatal mistake which almost cost some lives. Hardly half an hour later, the boat rammed into a sand bar in the middle of the river. It caught us off guard. Most of us who were sitting on the side of the boat were thrown off. Some were sprawled on the deck and others were thrown against the wall. I was on the upper deck with my grandson. He was thrown forward and if not for the raised floor, he would have gone through the opening and fell down to the lower deck. As for me, I was thrown against the railings at the opening. I was caught fully on the bad shoulder. It became swollen and the pain was excruciating. For the next one year I gave the shoulder a complete rest. No golf for me. Today, after a year, it has recovered by about 90%. That 10% seems to be very stubborn and there is no sign of complete recovery! I don't have the patience anymore. If it is not going to recover in the next one month, I'm going to a doctor to have it injected with pain killer. Anyone out there who have suffered the same illness and share your experiences to recovery?

A Prayer Answered? Telepathy? Coincidence?

A Prayer Answered? Telepathy? Coincidence? This is the letter that gave Singapore the win over Pedra Branca.

Call it what you will, but I was totally surprised by the little incident today (March 14, 2009) that involved the letter above.

Let me tell you how it happened.

I was trying to find an article I wrote and stored in my computer. Sometimes, trying to find them can be a headache.

I sort of "turned my computer upside down" and still couldn't find the article. I almost gave up. One topic caught my eye: The document that gave Singapore the win over Pedra Branca (Pulau Batu Puteh). I wanted to send it to my Extanjong Forum some months ago but had forgotten. So I decided to send it immediately.

A while later, Professor Hasmadi's email appeared. He thanked me for the document. He said he was awake till about 2 a.m. last night trying to figure out how he could get hold of this same document that I had just sent a while ago. He said it was an important document he needed very much for an article he was writing. (Professor Hasmadi, a Sarawakian, is currently with University Brunei Darulsalam and I am in Taiping, Perak.)

What do you think? Was that a prayer answered? Or was it telepathy? Or was it pure coincidence. For me, it could be a combination of all three. But what a bizarre incident it was for me that left me wondering how on earth it could have happened!

Solving Sarawak's Rural Electricity Woes

AN ANSWER TO SOLVE SARAWAK'S POWER SUPPLY WOES IN THE RURAL AREAS.

Development in Sarawak is seen and felt to be painfully slow. There seemed to be not much changes since it became independence within Malaysia 46 years ago. Before Independence, we were unhappy about 4 things - our roads, electricity, water and livelihood/economy. Today, we are still clamouring for the same thing plus an additional problem in the form of Native Customary-Right land (NCR)

Roads. The Kuching-Sri Aman trunk road was built in 1960. At about the same time a side road from my kampung (Lachau) to the many long houses deeper inland was also constructed. It made a big circle inland to connect the many long houses inside and came out to rejoin the main trunk road a few kilometres further up from the Lachau Bazaar. Whilst the upper half of this road had been sealed more than a decade ago, the lower half remained as it has always been. Although it was purportedly under the maintenance of CMS Sdn Bhd, proper and scheduled maintenance is apparently lacking judging by the uneven and rocky/stony condition which is hardly fit for vehicles.

Electricity and water supply. It is the dream of every household to have a proper TNB/SESCO- supplied power. We thought, the construction of the Batang Ai Hydroelectric Power Dam would solved this problems for the folks in the Second Division. We were wrong. That project is not for us. Today, we are left gaping at the sights of the pylons and high tension cables bypassing us overhead, bringing the power supply to Kuching. There is some comfort, though, as the long houses are given a generator. Soon, however, it became a burden. They have to buy diesel to keep it going. Even running it for only two hours each night, would incur our long house a diesel bill of RM400.00 a month. For a family who don't have even a small rubber plot and a fix income, the amount they would have to chip in to buy the diesel, though small, is big amount to them.

Turbine (red drum) and Dynamo (blue)

One end of the turbine, powered by water from a nearby waterfall. The water is channelled by pvc pipes into the turbine. The powerful water that turn the turbine spill down to the ground.

The water can be stopped by a vavle (the red lever)

Wilfred Sedau showing the vavle.

This is the picture of a modified Mini Hydroelectric power generator used by a Penan in his home. It is powered by a 3kilowatt dynamo which is enough for a home. Total cost is in between RM3,000 to RM5,000.

However, for bigger use by a long house community, I would suggest a more elaborate Micro Hydroelectric Power (MHP) which can supply generators ranging from 3kilowatt to 18kilowatt at the cost of up to RM30,000. Components which include turbines, generators and stabilisers are factory- manufactured which guarantee safety and dependability.

A dam, however, will have to be built and designed to supply the water to power the turbine. To save cost, it can be built by the long house people themselves.

There is nothing new about this technology. One has been built in Abok Mawang, Sri Aman by a group of UNIMAS students. I'm sure the hundreds of millions that has been allocated for rural development can be utilised for this.

The 76th Army Day Parade on March 1, 2009

At the Tea Reception, after the Parade, I took the opportunity to present the Army Chief, General Tan Sri Ismail Jamaluddin with my books. Contigent from the Military Police Corp. Contigent from The Royal Rangers Regiment

The Army Chief inspecting the Parade

A section of spectators from the Army's Officers Corp

Some of the PGB holders who could make it to the Parade. Notable presence was Captain Abdul Hamid SP. Kanang ak Langkau another SP & PGB holder couldn't make it.

Only twelve (12) SP and PGB holders were present to witness the 76th Army Day Parade at Sungei Besi Camp on March 1, 2009.

The riddle as to why I was never invited to the Army Parades the last few years is now solved. Since I moved out of KL to Taiping 5 years ago, they have not updated my postal address. The same goes to many other Bravery Award Receipients. The Army Secretariat could have asked for the correct address from the Veterans Department who keeps updated records.

For the first time we stayed at the grand new Wisma Transit Kuala Lumpur - a transit for officers, soldiers and their families, replacing the old Transit Camp at Ampang. It is self sufficient with its cookhouse, cafeteria and a shop to cater for soldiers needs.

With fully airconditioned rooms and fittings that you'll find in a 3/4 star hotel, it really is a luxurious treat for soldiers, who all these umpteen years have been given facilities well below par. They deserve such treatment. Well done to the Army.

My Golf Course is Attacked by Wild Boars

This is Hole No. 4, par 5 with Maxwell Hills in the background. The Detention Camp is on the right of the fairway.

These are the daily sights and conditions that we see

everyday on the golf course.

The wild boars come by the dozens at night to bulldoze the fairways and even the greens of KEM TAHANAN GOLF CLUB (KEMTA) in Kamunting, Taiping, Perak, in search of earthworms. It is a 9-hole golf course maintained by the detainees. Based on the entrance fee of RM200 and a monthly subscription of RM20 it could be one of the most affordable in the world and most friendly in this time of economic difficulty.

If you want to exercise, this is the place because there are no caddies nor buggies. You have to carry or pull your own golf bags.

There is no need to fix a flight in order to play. Just come to the club at about 7.30 a.m and wait for other golfers to arrive and fix a flight insitu.

During rainy days, the fairways can be very soggy and be prepared to lose a lot of balls, even on the the fairway itself.

The management have tried its best to stop the wild boars from coming in but apparently, they are fighting a losing battle. The Chinese here are not keen in wild boar meat. The Ibans from Sarawak said wild boars in Semenanjung don't taste as good as Sarawak's. No wonder, the Chinese here are not keen to hunt them. So with no dangers from hunters, their population grew and grew! I even spotted a few going along by my fence early in the morning!

Poetry: The Passing of a Teacher and a Friend

Poetry: The Passing of a Teacher and a Friend Mr James Foh was my woodwork teacher in Tanjong Lobang School, Miri, Sarawak from 1962 to 1967. He himself was one of the earliest students of TLS, when the school was set up in 1957. I met Mr James Foh once in Kuching in 1973. I was then serving in the Army and was doing operational duties in Serian District. Towards the end of the year, I contracted Malaria and was admitted to Sarawak General Hospital for about 3/4 days. That was when I met Mr James Foh. He was visiting his mother in the same hospital. He saw me and we chatted for a while. The next day he came again and brought me a hot flask of ginger juice. It was a kind gesture I always remembered. Thank you James Foh. Then on January 22, 2009, I heard the sad news that he had passed away in the same hospital, after being admitted to the ICU for a month. He was 73 years old. I wrote a poem, an eulogy, for him and it was passed to his children. They were grateful and thanked me for it. Here's the poem: The Passing of a Friend It seemed yesterday we were talking and laughing. The echoes in my ears are still ringing. The tears and glint in your eyes said it all. Tanjong Lobang imprisoned us all Tanjong Lobang is a bygone era. The memories, however, are still crystal clear. What magic? What power has Tanjong over us? Even after an eternity, we still have the crush? Today we received the sad news of James Foh’s passing. Seemingly, a page from our book is torn and missing. He was a teacher and a friend. Sad, it is a loss we could never regain. Dear friends all. Let’s wish him a happy journey. May he find the eternal peace and happiness, That we find so elusive on this Earth. For the rest of us all, Life must continue to roll. A given path we must follow, To complete and fill the hollow.