Strange friends, indeed.

So yesterday, I had a few interesting encounters that concerned my guy friends. Or rather, I became concerned about them. Extremely concerned for their sanity.

I think it all started after school, when my friends Heasu, Lan, and I were walking along the Grindlay side of school, and all of a sudden I see two figures standing at the corner.

So I say something along the lines of, "I spy with my little eye.... Richard's white jacket!" And he turns around, and sure enough it was him with my other friend Bryan. Richard always wears white. Perhaps to make himself feel more pure. Which we all know is a hopeless cause.

Heasu turns to us and says, "Dude, Richard's hair makes him look like....."

"A chick?" I supplied.

"Yeah!"

It was true. Richard apparently had gotten a haircut over break. It wasn't bad. I rather like his hair, and it looks nice shorter. But he had done some strange thing to it that made it look all combed over to the side. Which doesn't really suit him. At all.

Lan, of course, being who she is, thought I had called Richard something else that rhymes with chick. Luckily, she had not voiced this very loud and he didn't hear it. But it's not Richard I'm worried about.

As we were giggling, Richard's ride comes and he leaves. So we're standing with Bryan next to us for about a minute, and all of a sudden Heasu blurts out, rather innocently, "You know, I actually don't know what a dxxx looks like."

In the split second before Lan and I erupted into hysterics, we managed to catch a glimpse of Bryan's face, which was of course priceless. But that's not even the best part.

Bryan stood there shaking his head in disbelief. "You know, here I am doing something on my phone, and all of a sudden I hear Heasu saying she has no idea what a dxxx looks like," he says. "I mean, I knew you guys were messed up but not like this."

Heasu shrugs. "Am I not allowed to say it? I really don't know what one looks like."

Bryan gives her an annoyed look. "Would you like me to strip down for you?"

This, of course, sets off Lan and I again.

After we had all calmed down (Heasu had been positively scarred by the mental image of Bryan stripping), I asked him what his phone's name was.

It was only natural for me. I name everything obssesively: My shoes, my computer, my flashdrive, my iPod, and of course my dear cell phone.

All of them are male, except my computer (who is named Emily, by the way). I don't see it as anything different than naming a car. Most girls, when they get their car, can decide whether or not it's a girl car or a boy car. Guys, however, don't exactly have this luxury. It has to be a girl car or it just sounds strange. So I applied this same logic to cell phones.

"It is a she, right?" I asked him.

"Why nooo," sneered Heasu, apparently recovered. "It's obviously a guy phone."

"That would explain why you're so in love with it," Lan teased.

I was rather impressed with him for taking all of our crap. But honestly, he really did like his phone a little too much. I've seen him literally fondle it before.

"So, what's his name?" Heasu asked.

"Um..."

"It's Philip!" Lan said quite suddenly.

Now Lan and I (and Esther when she used to go to Oxford) get this great kick out of shipping our guy friends together. To be honest, some of them are such close friends it's like they're husband and wife already. There are quite a lot of variations (i.e. RogerPhilip, BryanPhilip, BryanRichard, HansolPhilip, BryanRoger, JonathanHansol, RogerPhilipBryan, BryanPhilipHansol, etc.), but BryanPhilip is one of my personal favorites.

Naturally, you might imagine how dreadfully we had shocked Bryan with Lan's little slip. Normally we like to keep our sick fantasies to ourselves. Because in all seriousness, if they knew what we secretly thought of them, they'd probably never talk to us again. (Yes, we're terrible.)

Ah, poor, poor Bryan. Luckily he was a good sport about it and if he was frightened (or turned on, if you think that's more likely) he didn't show it.

So, that's about it with my friends. We know we're strange, but we're also pretty kickass. And despite how weird or crazy or geeky (Number two in the nation!) we are, I couldn't ask for better ones.

This has been a cheesy ending brought to you by lack of sleep. Time to go to school and spend more time with these whackos. You know who you are.

Peace.