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I have this friend, Y, who I get to see after a couple of years, but who I still feel close to, despite the distance. When we met at a sausage shack in Cubao last night I told him how we've actually met ten years ago online, during the heydays of blogging. We get to see each other once in a while: twice in a Korean joint near his university - when he was still a fledgling law student - while I was an advertising slave. I sometimes forget and had to remind myself that Y was one of those really quiet people at the get-go - laconic, if I may use the term. He needs some time to warm up to people. He's the type who wants you to do the talking at first, but alcohol loosens him up. He's still a smoker. We talked about a lot of things. In a way I always feel comfortable talking to him about things I would have never told anybody else - maybe it's the distance, that comfort you have with near-strangers. We went to two bars - one in Cubao, another in Timog. We talked about my family, his girlfriend. Our career. His car, a grad gift from his parents. Putting on weight. Past trips in Bantayan, in Bani, in El Nido, in Hanoi, in Osaka. Their skin regimen. Our bills and finances. We talked about our plans and dreams, our worst mistakes. When we saw a white Labrador I said I wanted to hug it. He said he didn't like pets in general. One difficult question: how does it feel to be a dad? I asked his opinion about the recent news about hazing in UST. His smartphone's wallpaper is an unflattering close-up of a very chubby face - his girlfriend's pic as a child. He never wears anything in his feet when driving - he wanted to feel the pedal. I had to bring up V and it fascinated him for as long as I could remember - When? How did it feel? What made you decide? Then there were more memories - my first cigarette, those night-outs we had with blogger friends in this bar in Katipunan, etc. Those were the days, I said, when we had so much time and little money.