I first met him in 2006, He was one of Chloebs' friends too. He was quite unlike any other friend I knew. We clicked right away. It was common interests (mainly fighting games like Street Fighter, and all other things Capcom) that kept us connected. Outside common interests, he never ran out of things to discuss. He was talkative and animated. He was definitely the embodiment of this Filipino word: "makulit".

For the next few years, we saw each other at conventions, and video game casuals. His friends and my friends became inevitably intertwined.

He loved robots, Kamen Rider, and the like. He played a mean Alex in Third Strike, and he was one of those rare kinds of players who was comfortable and did well at fighting games while using a pad. He liked to think outside the box. His way of doing things (and even videogames) was at times unorthodox. His way with the ladies, moreso. He was one of the funniest people I knew when drunk. Most strikingly of all, he liked to laugh and live. He didn't mind what some people thought of him, and probably didn't care if there were people who laughed at him, and not with him.

I last saw Kenneth a few months ago. He accompanied Mhien and her band. I had a driver with me, and we fetched them from Alabang. They played a few songs for my club's event in LB. There was a never a dull moment. He and his friends helped kill the time with stories and fooling around in the car. Regrettably, I didn't hear from him in person after that (only via Facebook). Then the news hit me. 

Thank you, Kenneth. I would have wanted to know you better. But you definitely touched my life in a number of ways. In the words of your favorite fighting game, Third Strike: see you next time, warrior.