The Architect in Me.

I have completed yet another project. In the pasts I had been working with models of 1:100 to 1:250, yet this one is different because it is 1:64. My expectation, like many other modelers do, is the level of details required when working with such scale. I put in a little twist here with some colors in the model. This is the first time I was working with this scale.

I have started this model about eight weeks ago, something I did to prove some points. Firstly, as a inspiration to a younger audience, especially my daughter. I wanted to lead by example to create some interest and do-able activities in the house itself. Secondly, I wannted to challenge my level of discipline and motivation. Not that I am not a discipline person, I just wanted to see how I am keeping my schedule despite my heavy day and weekend jobs! I wanted to more also, just to motivate myself to push the boundary further.

It wasn’t easy right from the thoughts of doing it! I try to recount here the journey that I have taken.

The thought of doing it.

The first thing was doing research on McDonald’s restaurants around the world. The most useful tool here is the internet, searching on how a common McDonald’s restaurant looks like. I wasn’t keen on the fancy types, the nostalgic feel, the strange looking type and those futuristic ones posted by so many people. I am more keen on a more representative one, one that is easilt recognizable as “McDonald’s”.

Searching for the right color schemes had enlightened me (honestly), with cherry red, black, grey, white, dark green and even yellow-orange colors seemed to be used in McDonald’s world wide! I was careful in using the colors to make the model real, downloaded most of the colors from Google image. Next was the logos; 20171016_180215ranging from the legendary “M”, “McCafe” and “McDonald’s” (all rights reserved by McDonald’s Inc); pretty interesting to note that they were necessary to keep the model real. (in this finished model, the “M” came from a fires box I cut)

Also, size matters. I did some research on a typical size for a McDonald’s restaurant. In Malaysia, they ranges from a thousand to three thousand five square feet. I have planned (from the begining of a three thousand four hundrred square feet. In scale of 1:64 would be a dimension of 12″x9″ (the completed model measures 13″x10″, something like three thousand and seven hundred square feet built up)

Giving a rustic look, I have planned to include some brickworks on the exterior, which turned out so well. In the finished product, I have used a pattern fill from the Powerpoint, clever ya?

Sourcing

Sourcing took me a few trips to places that I knew may help but I found what I want  from a shop furthest from my house. I have found some materials that was easy on the pen knife and not so time consuming to cut by hand. Yes, the entire model was build by hand. I found some PVC board that costs RM16 a piece measureing 3.5’x 2′. The tickness was about 2mm, easy on the pen knife. The  entire model has used one piece with some insignifican left over.

A pen kife, a good one with a matel body costs RM15. Over priced, but OK for an investment.

Planning

Planning wasn’t easy when you are working with scale models, everything you visualise will be 64 times smaller! I dis simple draft of the model I have wanted, believe me I am not even a draftsman. But using my eyes, I manage to figure out the necessary components of a McDonald’s restaurant; from the kitchen, sitting area, outdoor, drive-thru etc. I was quite an experience and fun doing it.

I have also planned a couple of features, including a section 20171017_171711for community involvent. An open space for the community and an opportunity for McDonald’s to engaged  themselves in. More like a space for the community interaction. In their corporate website, McDoonald’s is constantly promoting community involvement.

 

 

 

In sustaining the environment I have also planned the usage of solar power to harness the solar heat from the roof. 20171017_172441The 250 Watts panels, all 78 of them, are capable of supplying at least 4,000 kWs; something like 20% energy savings for the restaurant.

The tower (red one here) that also houses the signage has been intended to be rainwater harvester and can store and clean rainwater for restaurant cleaning usage. The tower is planned exceptionally large to store thirteen thousand gallons at any time, a great recycling opportunity for McDonald’s to save 40% of general cleaning water. (12’x12’x15′)

Two windows for a drive thru experience was planned, nicely tucked in a the rear of the restaurant. The challenge here is to make the real, I have to plan some contours to the building, planning where to put the brick walls and strategically placing exterior glasses.

Building

The model building is the bigger bulk of the work, of course. Measure and cutting the PVC board by hand really require accuracy. With my older pair of eyes, it was really stressing my focus but the excitement and enjoyment of doing it superseeds the stress. Keeping them (the PVC) upright perpenticular to the ground is really a challenge, I have to use some square blocks in addition to my naked eyes. 20171017_175008.jpgThis will make sure the walls looks real. Any slanting bits will have effect on the other parts of the building and I try to minimise those errors.

The most difficult part is the exterior walls and to keep them up straight, I have to put in feeder beans inside to support them. They are enclosed and cannot be seen, but they work!

Gluing them together is not difficult if you use the right type of adhesive, those that neither too liquid nor too tought. I use a lot of weights to keep the locked. LOL, I have used type dispense, a power bank and a heavy laptop battery to keep them glued, sometimes overnight!

Result?

Here  it is (99% completion). Till the next project and of course, I am not an architect (or something near). I hope you have enjoyed the view.

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Did I cross your path by accident?

It is midnight now in my country and I am tucked in my bed but I couldn’t sleep. Not that I am having trouble with my life or job, not even near to a trouble. I could not sleep because there is some joy in my heart and soul.

Today, I receive numerous text on my smartphone telling me good news about them passing their very demanding Chartered Qualification. They were in cloud nine and the most joyous moment in the lives perhaps. They share with me their joy. They thank me and other colleagues for making their dreams come through. They openly cry their heart out with joy, pleasant and jubilation. I can see, I can sense and I can undertsand their joy!

Part of their joy is with me now. I have stolen some of the joy they have shared with me. I sensed some achievements in my part to! I am jubilated and I can’t sleep because, like them I want to cry out the joy! I want to tell people I have succeeded too. I feel happiness in me because I have part of their success! I am part of their success! I am so happy with their success that feel jubilated, liberated from my responsibilities of taking care of their success. An accomplishment.

What has started twenty two years ago in my career to share my knowledge has prompted some hard thought on me over the years. Have I crossed their path by accident? Annually, and over the years I have good memories of jubilation of these sort. It kept me going over and over again with more enthusiasm, eagerness and continued hunger to share. Their success have powered my inner believe of doing more for them. For whoever I come accross. Am I crossing their path because I choose to? Or because they choose? Is that by design? By whom?

Why have they choose to work with me for their success? Why have they trusted me and my colleagues? The degree of trust they have making them do as instructed, study as adviced and even think like I do! Have I been mean making them believe what I believe, just to attain some success? Have I altered their belief for their own good. I hope by doing so, I have made good some souls that much need help. I guess that is the reason our path crosses.

Yet I am amazed, why them and not many others? Has my life over the last two decades designed? Was it my choice, my belief and my instinct to assist, share and help that have made the difference? What would I have done differently without these instincts? Will my path be different, passing different experiences and stories?

I guess there will be no answer but I know, today’s good news from the graduates have definitely pushed me, encouraged me and spurred me to do more like a hungry leopard.

I have enjoyed every bit of the last two decades, thank you all whom have crossed my path. Thank you for sharing a bit of your success. I honored.

Cheers!

photo credit: nationalreview.com

Malaysia Ku.

Isi hatiku buat Hari Malaysia. Hayati isi kandungan pengalaman saya sejak Merdeka.
Malaysia wasiatku

Ku ingin dan ku berharap

Negara muda berpanjangan  umur

Jajahan, kongkongan telahku tewaskan

Pelangi cerah awam ceria, penuh bererti
Ku lihat  dan ku sambut

Negarawan berusaha bangsa dibina

Aman simpati taat berfahaman

Negaraku berasas makmur dan sihat
Ku fikir dan ku bertutur

Pemimpin mendengar ku berpendapat

Ku bahas negarawan berikhtibar

Negaraku aman makmur dan jaya
Ku nasihat dan ku larangnya

Kaya raya negarawan lupakan asal

Dasar dan tuturan bertukar haluan

Ditindas ditekan jiwa rakyat sakit
Ku imbas dan ku soal

Dewasa kini ngapa bongkak berfitnah

Korupsi luas berufuk politik

Ditindas sakit dipenjara dihantui bertubi
Ku bertanya dan ku celaru

Anak cucu di siang hari mana bergantung

Di malam nyenyak tak lelap

Nasib mereka tak menentu lagi
Ku juang dan ku nasihat

Ku dah beruban usia sakit belakang

Nasib bangsa tak terhirau tak terbela

Pergiku hanya sekeping wasiat, Malaysia tanah untuk mu.
Mu bela kehendakmu

Itu tanah mu.

Driftwood drifter

via Photo Challenge: Transient

Am I a drifter? Like a driftwood?

Sometimes I wonder if it is good to be drifter, someone that wanders aimlessly from place to place; perhaps like a “globe drifter” would be ideal. Seeing places, meeting people, building friendship, try new food and culture, understanding geographical issues and the list just go on; perhaps they can only fit in an encyclopedia. Moving wherever I would like to bring myself to, nothing to worry for and just focus on learning new stuff. Or reporting what I have seen and learn in my blog, sharing and inspiring others to do the same; living a free willy life seeing the globe.

I know we are drifters in many ways, some are time drifters (would that be a “wait to see what happen”?), some are peers drifter (doing what peers are doing and just follow aimlessly?) and some were just plain life contented (nothing really excite them all the time, business as usual I guess).

But like the driftwood, drifting from shore to shore, leaving waves that washes them whenever the wing blows or the planet moves; would be interesting. I akin the driftwood that travels and sees shorelines and beaches, letting the waves to polish them before sending them to dry on the beach. Some will half buried by sand and some totally washed ashore. It is like life, drifted by circumstances, sometime it polishes us and sometimes sending us to the most difficult corner of life. it is also unfortunate that in most cases, you have no control over the circumstances; just like the armless driftwood or marine debris.

I know what you are thinking or responding now. Having control over your life!

I knew that, it is just my thoughts being free to drift across the globe, learning and experiencing. I would like to do that when my financials are of no worries! What’s your take?

It would be nice to document the drift journey of a lifetime! I have very high admiration for the many that travels the globe, some walking, some cycling, some on motorcycles and cars; and even on planes. They seems to have high priority for seeing and learning, something I really love to do and I hope I can just carry my knapsack and just go!

That’s my exact thoughts in this picture. Good luck, the drifter in me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trapped

I am writing this in condemn of the attack in Manchester. As I am writing this, two other attacks were launch in Jakarta, news from the morning papers. Cruelty to mankind has conquered the minds of the attackers. I pity the attackers as they lose their mind further. Remembering the sadness of the victims’ family, I can only offer an advise for the attackers.

Sound of comfort is soothing

Mesmerizing the soul in contend

Calm and unsuspecting

Trust and friendliness, the beginning

 

They bash you, in kind and love

Unsung affection binds the soul

Knowing no wrongs the soul believes

You have no return, just trust

 

Dwelling deep, comfort overrides

Soul lost and rational gone

Orders rule the head in despair

Own life in danger, in honor

 

Unlike heroes, you are trapped

By your own greed of comfort

We have no comfort for you

Only advice, stop the senseless deeds!

 

 

 

 

Seeds of life

A seed dropped not too deep,
nurtured and fertilized,
by the guardian ground
grows into a handsome tree.
Leaves grew by the day
changing colors to inspire
some stay and otherwise
drop to add nutrients
Soon the tree grew old
branches losing leaves
dry, cracking and falling
onto and feeding the ground
Yet the tree has not died
her leaves and branches nurturing
another small seed
waiting to grow like another good tree. ~heng sum

Supermom

The SuperMom
Supermom has an ability to do wonders, usually at the most unexpected time and situation.
She can cook you the best food you want, for example she will go all out to buy a chicken to cook your favorite chicken curry.  She knew your favorite are the wings and you ended up with THREE chicken wings in the curry. It is amazing!
She works faster than any dhobi would. She knows when you need that clean pair of pants and as you return from work, the pair looks brand new, iron and folded! Amazing!
She somehow has the super memory even Intel could not possible proviides without the best programmer in the house, but she can locate the smallest pin whenever you desperately needed it. Amazing!
She has been using the same pot that boils your soup for the past twenty years, and yet our break pads on the car couldn’t possible lasts two years, With some rafia strings, the handle still holds and the cover knob somehow is a spare part from undisclosed source! Amazing!
As you are reading this, I am confident to tell you that you are reading old news. She somehow has the intelligence that can match the FBI or CIA, connecting you and your siblings better than Facebook does and tell you something more accurate than Utusan would! Her source of information, somehow remains a mystery! Amazing!
Now, get your butt off the lazy chair and buy her a cake. It’s MOM’s day!
Happy Mothers Day Supermomm!