Chapter 5

Been a while since I posted here, so let me do a quick recap of another traipse.

No thanks to rerouting did a once simple trip to Eton Centris require me to take a train one station away, not counting the extra walking. The events place Elements isn't even close to the station, giving you an opportunity to look at how sparse the area actually is. You see, Eton Centris feels more like a company town or a stopover than a shopping center: Mostly outdoors, 24/7 open eateries, call centers, its location at a busy intersection nowhere near a residence compensated by a railway station. There are still shoppers to merit shops selling non-perishables, but most of  the patron you'll see there are taking a break from work.

Right, onto the event proper. Elements as a venue is a large version of a wedding reception or debut venue. It's large enough for a proper con but isn't really suited for it. This is my second excursion to this place, the first one also an art marketplace prompted by an artist's post on their social. Surprisingly I came in early enough to get in for free, so the next step is to look for the only reason I even bothered: a streamer I watch. My only hints are her username and art style, not enough information in a place where there are over a hundred other artists showing off their wares.

There's a lot of people, a lot of tables, I'd list the sorts of people that are in there but if I did I'd be put on a different list. To say I understand nothing about the fandoms and the witty quips on the typography would be an understatement, but then again this is how it usually goes for me. I have grown tired of the sassy statement merchandise to be honest, but a generation speaks this way and I worry.

Soon enough I find who I'm looking for, to be nice about this without disclosing any information: the usual discrepancy between an online persona and its owner is more striking if the former is in the form of a drawing. It's always a great surprise to introduce yourself as this and that, but you can only pull that off once. I bought a couple of commissions and a sticker, being the broke guy that I am, and went back on train to Trinoma once I'm done and had a late lunch.

The mess of construction in that area meant that the bridge between Trinoma and SM North Edsa has been cut off, now people have to cross the busy North Avenue, one of the many factors creating traffic in the already traffic-prone North Ave-EDSA junction. Road traffic is one thing, but both malls are also congested this weekend.

Now let me end with some observations coming from me who's fully aware I won't be there to sell my work: Every alley I've visited has always been the same: a bunch of small artists trying to get by selling not only their creations but their sentiments, it's a real gallery of both freaks and art, but ironically they all seem to be the same; the same messages ring in every other sticker, everyone seems to have the same disposition to life. At that point it's probably the nature of these things to attract such people (maybe also something about the artist psyche), but I do think, and I know what I'm saying, putting a bunch of relative weirdos in a room doesn't really result in a variety of people.

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Hello, we would like some curry

My birthday is a few days from now but a birthday celebration with, well, people in it could have only been possible about today. Before that my choice of place to eat was questioned, why CoCo Ichibanya of all places? What the heck can we even order there, and why is it only curry? I insisted on curry and a nice cake, simple if not cheap.

After some expected delay we arrive at the mall; the other family members haven't arrived yet. Let's check on our options for cake. Here's a Mary Grace, they make nice cheesecake, let's try that. Oh, cheesecake's out. Guess we'll go for the chocolate mousse then, we'll come back for that later though I'll check some other bakers- wait, I'm not supposed to say that?

We meet up with the rest of the birthday party contingent and head to the curry place. Most of the diners are eating in groups, but the place couldn't fit nine people. We had to wait for a group to leave and even then an extra table and extra seats were brought. Everyone seated, we peruse the menu. How often do we dine at these sorts of places? Let me give you an idea: there was trouble deciding what curry to order. The way curry is locally done is way different from the Japanese stuff, and the menu including rice and spice options didn't help with the confusion, but we finally got something we liked: pork cutlet curry of differing rice amounts and spiciness.

With the orders complete, let's check in on that cake- someone already got it? Now what? We'll just get that other cake then sure, we'll find a way to light the candle on our way back. As soon as the cake comes out of hiding the manager has to butt in about corkage. God forbid we eat something else in these hallowed curry grounds. This busybodying has soured things a bit that we managed to joke about having to pay to do things in there that aren't eating and complaining about it on the review form.

There isn't anything worth noting after that, but as of typing this my legs are sore from walking through three malls, again.

Quick con report

With the current state of my affairs, attending a convention ought not to be a priority, but I insist on going if only for the sake of commissions. Doesn't help that most of them have gone further than what my mother would allow me so far, but there's this one small event that's near enough that there would be no objections. Works for me.

Pinoy Otaku Festival is a small convention at Robinsons Novaliches. I do mean small, the entire venue is an open space hall at the corner of the mall's latest building. One can fit this space into any Megatrade Hall. Being a con of its size, the entrance fee is cheap but it makes up for it by being three days long. I opted to go on the first day, a Friday, being a day that I don't expect much to happen and mom insisted based on the idea that less people would be at a mall on a Friday compared to Saturday or Sunday. 

Whatever, off I go, a bit later than I'd usually go if it were on a bigger place. Somehow the place was still going quiet at noon. Some of the booths contain some interesting stuff: an actual art dealer, complete with sculptures; a couple of motel promoters; the Quezon City climate change commission to note a few. There are still vendors of figures, shirts, artists selling wares and professional cosplayers showing off their wears. Still, there wasn't much going. I did find a streamer, er, friend who had said on stream was going to work there, the second meet after that one free admission Otaku event at Trinoma. 

Not wanting to come out of the place empty-handed, I find a couple of the artists taking small portrait commissions. I opted to be a bit frugal and commissioned only one of my characters. I show the reference and because it's my detachable guy I got asked if I'm aware she'll only draw his face. Still, the people were interested enough to ask me more about him, which I did. Well, that's the commission settled, but with nothing else going for me, I started a bit of a walk across two more malls.

You see, after SM Fairview, Robinsons put up its own mall just across the highway. It started out as a supermarket that later had a mall added beside it. Much later Ayala decided to add to the mix with Fairview Terraces. They are placed close enough that you can visit all three of them in one day, if you're willing to walk up and down stairs and cross a road.

With not much to do there as I wait for my family to drop by after a house viewing, I walk to Fairview Terraces. Only planning to check the stores I usually visit for something to buy, I notice an interesting amount of children climbing up and down a series of escalators. I check it and floor by floor upward leads to more people, until I reach the top floor where the cinema and the majority of the people are. A walk into the cinema shows nothing short of chaos. Kids and their parents crowd the place, security try to keep the people from rushing into the theater. Somehow that place has more people in there than the convention I departed. Based on some observations the whole thing was likely a stage event by Commonwealth Elementary School, possibly a school play. 

This whole ordeal lead me to rush to National Bookstore to buy me a pen and a notepad, stuff I should always have on my person anyway.

What else is there... there was an interactive dinosaur-themed activity at that mall's event place. One had to buy tickets to get in just like POF, though.

I head then to SM Fairview. Nothing much to say, other than I caught sight of some cosplayers in costume on my way back to the con. There's something funny about casually going to a mall and just seeing these guys in silly garb walk around, now imagine just walking across a footbridge and seeing these guys.

Anyway, I return to the con and claim my commission, nicely waiting on the display rack. Then I wait for my family. There's an interview with a couple of professional cosplayers, though I didn't give much attention, I decided to try to ask when the host opened the front.

Before my question, someone asked how they separate personal life and cosplay life. One answered that she separates the two worlds, the other gal schedules her stuff. Now it's my turn, I ask how much preparation is done per costume. The former says it takes about two weeks to two months, giving leeway for some online orders, as for the latter she puts it at two weeks to a month, as there's also a preference for quality costumes and the competitive nature of cosplay to consider.

I waste my time at the media booth, between the art dealer and the climate change board. I also checked a booth by the Japan Foundation and took some nice leaflets and stickers, hopefully I can get myself to take learning Japanese more seriously with these.

Eventually I meet with my mom and the rest of the family, closing the day with a nice meal and a visit to the hardware store. With a change in financial plans I don't know how often I can go to conventions, but rest assured I'll be ready.

Chapter 2

Complete Course of Volapük: Pronounciation and Orthography

The Alphabet.

Eight vowels and nineteen consonants.

English sounds:

a — a in task, e.g. ta, against.
e — a in mate, e.g. te, only.
i — ee in meet, e.g. ti, nearly.
o — o in note, e.g. po, behind.
u — oo in soon, e.g. nu, now.

German sounds:

ä — ä, e.g. lä; at, near.
ö — ö, e.g. fö, in front.
ü — ü, e.g. büfü, before.

English sounds:

c — j in jet, e.g. cen, change.
g — g hard as in got, e.g. gad, garden.
j — sh in shame, e.g. jip, sheep.
h — fully aspirated, e.g. hap, harp.
x — ks as in expect, e.g. xil, exile.
y — y in yes, e.g. ya, already.
z — ts, e.g. zif, town.

Our hard c is rendered by k: kad, card.

The remaining consonants.

ba, da, fa, ka, la, ma, na, pa, ra, sa, ta, va.

The letter a, in the name of the consonants, is of course the English a in name.
The letters q and w are only used in proper names.
There are not diphtongs; two vowels in the same syllable are pronounced separately: laud, la-ud, a lark.
All the vowels are long.

Accentuation

The accent always falls on the last syllable, as in tikelè, to the thinker.

Proper Names

For languages with the Latin alphabet the spelling is preserved; for instance, we should write John, Jean, Johann, according to the nationality, and London, Rome, Köln.
Some geographical names are arbitrary, as Flent, France, Deut, Germany, and Nelij, England, and they are declined. (See next chapter).

A Reading Lesson

Plofed de literat äliladom vöno in klad funapükati fa Flëchier su Turenne.
Mayed stüla e subim tikas älegäloms julelis velik, e bal de oms äsagom kofiko nilele omik: "Kiüp okanol mekön pükati sümik?"—"Ven obinol Turenne," voik ägesagom.

Translation

A professor of literature read one day in (his) class a funeral oration by Fléchier on Turenne. The majesty of the style and the elevation of the thoughts delighted all the pupuls, and one of them said ironically to his neighbour: "When shall you be able to make a similar discourse?"—"When you are Turenne," replied the other.