Fellow readers, I know Oziz was down since the 15th of July. That’s a long time, I know. Sorry! It’s just that a certain someone left for Spain and the whole world went into chaos. We apologize.

I’ve been meaning to post, but seeing as to how I wasn’t allowed to do so, I’ve had to hold it in all this time.

Moving on.

Did anyone happen to watch the Miss Universe pageant on Sunday? Why, you ask? Because if you did, you would have seen how Puerto Rico kicked the universe’s ass. That, my friends, is why.

Here. Look at the picture so that you have a feel for what I am talking about.

I would like to point out…:

-…That all five ladies were quite beautiful, in all honesty, but not all of them were stunning. Ahem.

- …That Switzerland looks like a freaking Barbie doll with that lame dress. Switzerland, it’s the Miss Universe pageant, ok? Not a twelfth grade prom. Nice girl, bad dress color. It’s like “whoa” and it’s why your girl lost.

-…That, apparently, Paraguay is the land of giants. Beautiful giants, granted. But giants, nontheless.

- …That there is absolutely no flaws to Japan’s girl. Everything was perfect. Her dress, her look, her hair, her smile. Everything was flawless and I BOW down to Ol’ Japan. Kurara, darling, if you’re looking for an exotic island boy, come to the country that kicked your ASS. I’m here, waiting. okthanks.

- … That USA and Paraguay have the most Coutoure-ish gowns of the night and they looked goooood. You both may have lost, but you can still strut down a runway like no other.

- … That Puerto Rico’s boobs are like… undergoing some serious pressure in that metallic dress. Just look.

In all honest, I was very skeptical about the representative Puerto Rico sent to the pageant this year. I didn’t think that she was too special and I most certainly didn’t think she’d be one of the favorites up to grab the coveted crown. The crown looks like it’s inspired by a peacock’s feathers. Just thought I’d point that out cuz it’s pretty cool. Although… feathers on the head is way too Vegas Showgirl-y, come to think of it. This is besides the point. The point is I was a bit surprised and quite thrilled to see our girl be called into the top 20 and even more surprised to see her make her way into the top ten and then top 3. I thought for sure that’d be the end of her, because let’s face it… Japan’s queen was absolutely stunning to say the least.

So there I was with my friend Ricardo [and my sister’s kitty, Camila] watching the last three girls with my mouth open, as usual. At this point every person in Paraguay, Puerto Rico and Japan was hoping to win the crown. So yeah. As Paraguay got her ass sent home, it was between our lovely lady and the goddess from Japan. So I said, “Goodness, Japan is SO going to win.” and my friend agreed. I was just impressed with Japan [And it’s not like I have this huge crush on the Asians, because I don’t. But this girl was quite beautiful]. And then they said it. “The first runner up… is Japan!”

And that’s when pigs flew.

Apparently Ricardo and I are both little girls because we were all giddy and laughing and celebrating when we won the crown. “We won!! I can’t believe we won!! I’m so happy!”. Yeah. Psht. We’re allowed to celebrate, so stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking. I think that our girl didn’t expect to win either! She was crying before they called out the country’s name. She was being all nice to Japan and talking to her like giving her support. And, then, when they called out my country’s name, there was this look of INCREDIBLE disbelief, shock and overwhelm. She was just shocked like a mutha. It was grand. She made us all believe she was going to lose. That little actress.

Winning Miss Universe is always a big deal here in Puerto Rico. It is. It’s because we’re festive people lol. We celebrate everything. Everything. So when we win the fifth Miss Universe crown, we go into a state of ecstasy and then wonderful things happen. We’re just beautiful as a people. We just are. Apparently.

By the way. Miss Puerto Rico, please. I don’t ever want to see that face [the one in the picture] again. Please, just don’t do it. It’s not a very pretty expression. It’s like “Gaaah, I’m going to eat you, look at my big mouth and how I will swallow eevveerryyy other country here. Let’s try to tone it down a bit. You don’t want to do it again, trust us. This ONE time, we, as your people, will let it slide. But only because you were in outright SHOCK. This picture will haunt you for the rest of your life. And now WE have to deal with it. THIS is the face of “the most beautiful woman in the universe” and as Puerto Ricans, we all look like schmucks due to your lack of voluntary jaw control.

xo Reggles

Tomorrow, at last, I will be treking to (near) Malaga, Spain to stay with Jess in her villa for ten days! I’m quite excited :) First I have to make it to Liverpool airport tomorrow morning by public transport. Yeh, hmm. I hope I make it ok because then this time tomorrow I will be so happy in sunny Spain, probably still in the sea! Woo. See you soon x

Hypothetically.

You have a friend who just happens to be your housemate. She lives in your apartment and pays rent for her bedroom. I feel the sudden urge to further reinforce the fact that she lives in your apartment. When I say “your” apartment, it means your father bought it for you. It’s your private property.

Now I don’t want to sound like a crazy freak who has to be in control all the time. I promise, my power trips are limited nowadays. Addicting as they are, they only make people like you less, and that’s not my purpose in life. Other times, they are needed. Like when Joixa bought plants for the apartment. Good God. They’re not even plant-like, I swear. She called me up and was like “Oh Regner, I was at this festival and they were giving away these plants so I got three for the apartment.” And I was like “Well you can keep them in your room, because they’re not going to be up for exhibition in the living room, dinning room, nor kitchen.”

And no, they’re not visible to the public. They are currently trying to grow inside of her room. Thank you, kindly.

Company is another big deal because, hell, it is my apartment. I want to know who goes in my apartment, even if you’re paying rent. I’m responsible for my stuff, not my roommate. I am a good person though! I don’t mind her having company over. In fact, I like her classmates. Well… the two that I’ve met. They’re nice.

This is the problem with roommates nowadays. Living with someone is not easy, my friends. It’s all sorts of things into one. Two people with different lifestyles and different habits, and different diets have to be tolerant. Different alarm clocks. All sorts of things. Granted, I’m not the most perfect roommate, but I’m pretty easy to live with. My wonderful friend, Joixa, is my roommate and we have never had any problems. Which is grand. We’re just tolerant mofos. We are. And then there’s this:

“Bebo” says:
Hey Regnus, I cleaned your room up. Hahahaha.

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
whatever do you mean?

“Bebo” says:
I was at your appartment cause I visited Joixa, and I cleaned up some of the stuff you had thrown around.

“Bebo” says:
It wasn’t much. And I didn’t stay in your room for long. I also cleaned the cealing fan in the guest room.

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
there IS no guest room.

“Bebo” says:
You know, the living room. Where the sofa is.

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
that’s like not a bedroom

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
and also, what stuff in my room?

“Bebo” says:
By the way, nice sofa.

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
thanks. did you sleep there?

“Bebo” says:
Yes I did.

“Bebo” says:
And I just organised the pillows on your futon and I folded a towel I saw there. I also noticed your bed was a little wierd so I smoothed it out. And one or two tiny things. That’s about it though.

“Bebo” says:
By the way, have you spoken to her lately?

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
i’m speaking to her right now

“Bebo” says:
Oh ok… Damn.

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
yeah i’m not too happy right now

“Bebo” says:
Why?

[reggles]- The Boy Who Lost says:
Joixa didn’t tell me she was having company over for the night. And because her visitor finds that it’s ok to waltz in my bedroom… and then “clean” things up.

Ok what? So let’s review. You’re meaning to tell me that someone has just slept over in my apartment without my knowing it. And also that my roommate’s ex-boyfriend thinks that he’s my new MAID. Last I checked, I had no maid. Not to mention the fact that this visitor has more than likely slept on my sofa. My BEIGE sofa. My sofa that I adore and prefer that it never be used so that it’s never ever ruined. See, having people AROUND my sofa makes me nervous. One time, my roommate and her friend put their feet up on my sofa.

I freaked.

So yeah, when someone tells me that they slept in my living room it makes me rather uncomfortable for various reasons, one of them being my sofa. Moving on to a more pressing point. “…I cleaned your room up”. Yeah, what?

At this point, my mind is racing back to how I left my room. I’m desperately trying to remember under what conditions I left my bedroom last time I was there in June. Oh that’s right! I remember:

~Insert Heavenly Choir Note here~

Perfection.

That’s what my room achieved before I left. Except for that one pesky towel I left lying around. Dagnabit! That towel must have been one very disturbing mofo, for Bebo to just have the *urge* to pick it up and FOLD it! It turned him into maid-boy, that towel. Goodness. And now I begin to wonder… WHERE did he put the folded towel? Like seriously, where? If the towel was SO out of place, it would look out of place wether it be folded or NOT. So now I have to assume that he probably opened my closet door to put the towel there.

I keep my towels next to the underwear shelf. How grand. He probably rummaged through my closet. He probably saw my underwear. Good! Now my privacy has been completely invaded for the summer, yay.

Honestly. Closed doors have a meaning. I wouldn’t go inside other people’s room without permission (unless we were really close friends, and I knew they wouldn’t mind, obviously). But I wouldn’t go to my roommate’s exboyfriend’s room and “clean” things up! [Ok seriously, I might because I’m nosey like that and I like me an adventure, but no one would find out, duh. I’m not retarded]. AHEM, forget I said that. So yeah, for sure! Closed doors have a meaning! Please don’t tell me I’m going to have to resort to LOCKING my bedroom door. That’s just ridiculous. I shouldn’t have to worry about Joixa’s company waltzing in my ROOM. That’s just a given. A given.

Children, respect your roommates [and their privacy], for this is good.

Well, check this out.

Have you ever had the feeling that you were doing something in vain? If you haven’t and are interested in trying it, I have a suggestion. Would you be interested in taking Physics 2 for an entire month for six hours a day? You’ll learn aaaalll sorts of things! Including electromagnetic fields! You’ll learn how to calculate many many things, including how much energy is being exerted on a single particle! It’s great. I will use this EVERY single day in my architecture career. Because architecture is JUST like electrical engineering. Not.

So last night I was sleeping and I was woken up by a text message on my cell phone. It scared the beejeezuz out of me. I’m serious. I was just being a peaceful little Regner, minding my own dreams and then BAM!

~tingling sound~

This is my face at this point:

=*O

It was so freaking loud, I don’t understand it. Then I replied to it, fell asleep again and BAM! Again. I LOVE text messages, I promise you I do. But last night was scary for me. What? It was. You know what else can be scary? Alarm clocks. I think it’s a mixture of things, alarm clocks. I think it’s a combination of “I HATE waking up.” and dreading it mixed with the actual sound. I have come to the conclusion that there is just no pleasant alarm sound. Why? Because people hate waking up. It’s the truth. I don’t care if the alarm clock sounds like the magical twinkling of stars or of it sounds like an agonizing cat. Alarms. Aren’t. Cool.

I think that perhaps the only alarm sound that can be a bit more easy to deal with, is waking up with music. But then it’s just a mess and you have to be careful. Because you know what? Sometimes the actual music fuses together with your dream and you dream you’re playing the violin in front of your school church and people are delighted at your natural born talent, and then you don’t wake up. Because, hell, you don’t know you’re supposed to wake up. You’re thinking you’re playing the freaking violin in your school and all is right in the world. How are you supposed to know that Sarah McLachlan’s “Building A Mystery” is your alarm for the day?

Whatever. Wake up however you want to wake up. Truth is, most of us humans don’t like to wake up to crazy sounds. But you know what? Crazy sounds get the job done, I guess. The louder and more abrubt, the sooner you’ll find yourself at your feet. I guess for those of us who have things to do, this is a good thing. Sarah McLachlan invading my dreams again, simply won’t do it.

But if any of you feel like text messaging me or calling me in the middle of the night, I seriously don’t mind. It might scare me a little bit, I won’t lie, but psht. That’s a part of life. It actually helps life. Your heart starts pumping that blood faster and your circulation starts doing its job really really really well. All of a sudden your complexion is porcelain-like. So yeah, I guess call me and make me beautiful.

This video created by Matt Harding on his spontanous trip around the world has generated over a million views on YouTube and almost 6000 comments. In the meantime StrideGum have taken it on as a marketing campaign, sending him off for 6 months again, all expenses paid.

Where the hell is Matt?

This video was one Matt pointed out as his favourite reponse to his own.

What a match. Germany 0-0 Italy all the way up to the 119th minute, with the high-tempo match ending in 2-0 to Italy. Grosso broke the stalemate as penalties loomed, with Del Piero cleaning up just one minute later. I’m happy, if surprised, for Italy but also I really feel for the German team and the fans. Hopefully the final on the July 9th will be just as enthralling.

You want to know how you know if you’re boring? You go check your “Favorites” folder and see if you have a webpage to convert Farenheit to Celcius on your list. That’s how. Also, you’ll find a webpage like www.dailyconfessions.com, where people post their sins and do an online confession. Thank, you but God doesn’t really DO online confessions. Moving on to pressing matters.

I am a nerd. Ever since the whole England trip has become more concrete-ized (it’s a new word), I’m worried about temperature changes. And since Regner is unfamiliar with the Celcius (lol I totally had to check if it’s written CELSIUS OR CELCIUS just now) scale, I have resorted to consulting the internet for any temperature related doubts. It’s important to know the equivalent of Celcius in Farenheit! Not many people appreciate this, but it’s true.

It is.

Also, at some point, I would like to know exactly how many U.S. dollars to one Euro and how many U.S. dollars to one Pound. I think I need to know these facts, especially since I might be tap dancing for cash.

I don’t want to be taken for a sap. You know? I imagine all sorts of things. Adventures, if you will. Cons, to some people.

-”That’ll be 2 pounds, sir.”

-”How many U.S. dollars is that?”

-”Uh….. where are you from?”

-”Oh! Well! HA! I’m from Puerto Rico!”

-”Puerto Rico you say?! Ah well, mate, a special price for yer! 10 U.S. Dollars!”

-”Golly, Mr… Thanks!”

-”Pleasure doing business with yer, island chap!”

Thankfully I’ll have oz and the gang with me and they’ll be like “Whoaaaa there”. I use the term “the gang” like I have a whole-lotta-posse ova thea in England. I don’t, really… Be that is it may, I find great comfort in thinking that “the gang” will be watching my monetary interests for me. They gots my back, these imaginary friends. Close to my heart, I hold them all.

I think that they way Yoda speaks is sooo unique. But that’s just a random thought that we will push aside. It’s not really important.