Tonight, an interesting question has been brought to my attention… once again. Then I thought “Hell, I’ll give it a shot.”

“*KingTut: lol im lookin at ure fotos, ure pants r so tight, how do u breath?”

Well, it’s easy. The breathing part, that’s a given. See, oxygen is processed primarily in the chest area, where the lungs are. Cooperating with the lungs are the nose, mouth, and the tubey thing that goes down your interior. I forget the name and can’t be bothered to look. If anyone knows it, please by all means, comment.

Exhibit A: Skinny Leg Jeans

[Regner Ramos is sporting a grand pair of Lee Skinny Leg Jeans, topped off with a gray American Eagle shirt. Joixa Hernandez, his roommate, is by his side. Picture taken in Old San Juan.]

Having said all this, I think that people misunderstand the reeeaaal problem with tight jeans. It’s not breathing, my friends. It is not. Ask the ladies who wear them. Ladies, do you have problems breathing with tight jeans? No? Ok, I didn’t think so.

Corsets, that’s another issue. They come in direct conflict with the CHEST area (you know, where the breathing thing gets done). Jeans go on the pelvis area. There are OTHER organs there that come in direct conflict.

We won’t go into much detail, but yes, organs and tight jeans can be a tricky thing, you just gotta know how to work it, sista. Just. Strut. It’s the sacrifices you make, that shape you into who you will be in life.

For example, say you’re barely 5′8″ tall… wearing baggy jeans will make you appear shorter due to the excess fabric. Sacrificing things like… bending your legs (With Skinny Leg Jeans, sometimes it is very hard to bend your knees) and getting a pair of skinnies will help SHAPE you into a seemingly taller human being.

Exhibit B: Human Height

[Regner Ramos is wearing his friend Saha Hari’s red jacket, and his other friend Gingina’s gray hat, and skinny leg jeans. Ricardo Curet is wearing Regner Ramos’s scarf, shirt, and jeans. Maria Vazquez looks stunning as usual. Picture taken in Regner Ramos’s apartment.]

Notice how in this picture I look muuuuch taller than I really am. In comparison to my bestest friends, Maria and Ricardo, I appear to be… a giant. SURE, it’s hard to bend my knees, but heck they look good.

Exhibit C: Unbendable Kneecaps

Please notice how I seem to be unable to bend my legs properly. I like to think that I do this on purpose… it’s a different form of LEANING back. However, thinking back, I am not sure if I do this out of style and grace, or simply because my jeans won’t permit anything else.

Moving on to the REAL problem with jeans: Heat. Heat my friends. That is all.

I have discussed this with you all, on various ocassions, so I don’t think it’s necessary that I repeat the Old San Juan tale. But yes. Skinny leg jeans fuse to your thighs, calves, and ankles. On hot, humid days, while walking under the sun, jeans can be quite problematic. It is normal, my wonderful friends, that a feeling of DESPERATION consume your entire being. Worry NOT. This is what is SUPPOSED to happen. You’ll get over it with time. If you find it gets too hot, then hell, just STOP WALKING and find yourself a nice big shadow and hide under it until you feel the sweat evaporate. It won’t take long, I promise. So far, I have never had to stop walking, but this is because I am a professional and know what I am doing.

Don’t be embarassed to stop and let the sweat dry. Do not. Oh, I should also mention that the jeans… are so tight that they won’t allow sweat to leave your leg’s pores, which is grand, so don’t worry about having sweaty jeans. :) This is just a bonus.

xReggles

“Two babies, no albums and one Kevin Federline later, Britney’s got no more Guinness records to bask in.” I read at the AOL website.

Ok, wait, what? Britney Spears has two babies? I was aware of little Preston’s magical appearance to this world, because all hell broke loose when Britney Freaking Spears became an official MILF [google it, if you don’t know what MILF stands for] but there is ANOTHER offspring? I had heard the rumors that she might have been pregnant, but that seems like what? Two months ago. But apparently not. Time has either gone by rather quickly or Britney Spears is much more special than we all really think.

She carries babies for lesser time than most (or shall I say EVERY OTHER) woman on this planet. You know how different animals have different development periods for their babies? Well this is what’s happening with Britney. Manatees, I believe, have their babies inside the womb for like a year or some shiznit like that. Whales carry their offspring for a heckload of time also.

Now women of HOMOSAPIEN character are expected to give birth in 9 months. Until now.

-Enter Britney Spears-

The first woman to give birth to a full grown human in the very short period of 2 months.

Hello, everyone. Ahem. BIG day tomorrow for oz and I! We will be premiering the FIRST episode of The Easy Vibe series. It’s REALLY exciting. We cannot wait for everyone to see what an awesome time we had. We recorded a GREAT deal of our experience, and we’ve been working hard on these episodes, so we’re sure you guys will love them. Check back tomorrow for the premiere! If you have any questions, you know how to comment.

xoReggles

Here’s the promo:

September 4, 2006: Oz’s plane lands in Puerto Rico. I anxiously await the moment where I first lay eyes on my best friend. See our INCREDIBLE experience, as two people who have never met, become brothers for life. See the first episode of The Easy Vibe premiering TOMORROW on Youtube.com.

Check out our channel on YouTube and keep looking for the new episodes. Please remember to Subscribe, rate and comment on our videos!

www.youtube.com/easyvibes

88 degrees farenheit in San Juan, Puerto Rico, according to the weather guide. Eighty-eight. Umm, that’s a lot, and also, completely incorrect. Had it been 88 degrees, I would not have broken into a puddle of sweat two minutes after leaving my apartment building. Seriously, I don’t know who decides to rate these temperature-telling devices, I’ve been told it’s thermometers, but I do believe we are in dire need of some serious fine-tuning.

I was walking to school today and quickly noticed that I was in fact 75% water, as scientists say. I began perspirating and perspirating and perspirating. GOODNESS, it’s late September, when will the temperature change, you know? Enough is enough, Lord. You’ve made your point with this heat, now can we pleaaaase move on to December? I cannot continue walking to school with wet clothes, I cannot. I’m sick and tired of it, and it’s cruel and unjust. Sure, I could DRIVE, but I’d be contributing to global warming as I’d be using my car innecessarily. There’s also the fact that the parking here sucks and that gas prices are not people-friendly. I’m currently undergoing a difficult time in my life where I find myself unable to spend as much money as I would like. This includes gas. So walking it is.

I’ve always walked to school. It’s just easier. “Easier” I should say. It’s rather uncomfortable to walk by people who do not seem to sweat at all, while you, yourself, are wet from head to toe. And I wasn’t even wearing my tight jeans today! Ok, they’re a little tight, but they’re not tiiiiight. Wearing tight jeans in high temperatures? Not a good idea. I first realized what a stupid idea it was the day I went to Old San Juan with my friends. You guys should remember the entry. I even added a slideshow, so you better remember. If not, look it up in the August archives. So yeah, anyway. That day was quite hot and I realized and TOLD myself, “Regner, you may never again wear skinny leg jeans to go to Old San Juan.”

A world of good that did me.

When oz came to Puerto Rico, we indeed DID go to Old San Juan during the afternoon. While the sun was setting. Beautiful afternoon, yes, but what was Reggles wearing? That’s right. Skinny leg jeans. I think we all know what happened. Puddle of sweat. You can ask oz, who was dying too. We had to go get something to drink.

So here I am in the library writing this entry, while casually glancing to the side. I am furthermore able to appreciate the beautiful day that we are having today and I’m thinking to myself “You have to walk back to the apartment now.” On my way there, I will sweat like a mutha aaaalll over again, and the story will repeat itself until May cometh. When classes end.

Which reminds me, it’s only September, I have not taken ONE single quiz/test, and I am already looking forward to May. There is absolutely nothing that can console me. Except the thought of December vacations.

Ah, Winter Wonderland. The stunning temperature drops will cool as ALL down, for instead of it being 88 degrees, we will be exposed to, a plunging, 85 degree weather. I hear it might snow this year, but we’ll see.

xReggles

My pretties. Oz here right here next to me, so you can all say hi to him.

~pause~

Moving on. We’ve had an awesome time here, and we’ve recorded like… every second of it. For your benefit of course. Ahem. Yours. We’re currently under the movie-making process (which takes hours) and have decided to put up the series’ trailer. We hope you enjoy. Hell, you better enjoy.

Just so you get the jist of it, the trailer is meant to expose the aforementioned differences between he and I. My stuff is on the right, oz’s stuff is on the left. There will be more. And I must say… they are brilliant.

xReggles [and oz]

-Reggles: I don’t eat in the morning.

-Oz: Nor do I… Let me have a poptart to quench my hunger.

4 hours later.

-Oz: I never got a Pop Tart! Can you believe that? In this day and age. Honestly.

I think I’ve developed an aaaall new laugh now that Oz is here. It just sounds different, you know? I’m like HOH HA HO HA HA HOA HO HA. I don’t really know why this is happening but yeah, it has. Sometimes, I’m sure he’s a bit freaked out by it at times. It’s just EXPLOSIVE, so out of nowhere, I’ll just burst out with my “HOH HA HO HA HA HOA HO HA.”

“Whut are you laughing at?”

”Nothing.”

Lots of videos and pictures to show the world… but is the world ready for dis? ~shakes ass~ Oohhh yes. Oz tends to record completely uninteresting things. He finds them interesting. I do not. For example, this afternoon, Mr. Oz decided to follow a lizard around the hotel pool area. A lizard. I’m like “Oz, stop recording the lizard, no one wants to see that.”

He doesn’t listen, though. Last night, he waited for lightning flashes with the camera on, so that he could record the lightning flash. Wasted film, honestly.

The experience has been simply awesome and very much surreal. It’s very interesting to see him right there next to me, because I’m so used to seeing him on my computer screen, you know? It’s almost a bit celebrity-ish-ish.

Yes, it’s awesome. It’s strange. It’s fantastic. Every day is a new experience. Every day is a new story, a new chapter in the Easy Vibe book. With every morning, comes a new adventure, and with every moon there comes a new conversation. I find myself wondering sometimes “How is this possible?” This friendship, this bond. Beyond a friendship, more like a brotherhood, the Easy Vibe has found a balance in Oz and me meeting.

At times I find myself simply staring at him while I watch him do his own thing [I don’t want him to get bored of me lol]. He plays around very freely and in that, I find amusement. Today, as I watched him run around the beach making different figures as his feet hit the sand, it hit me. And in that moment, I understood… how lucky I am. He helps me be me. He is one of the most inspiring people I have met, and probably will ever meet. I realized how impossible it is for Oz to be a coincidence. I am further able to appreciate and understand that this friendship was meant to happen. We’re two different people, from very two very different places. Somehow, we found each other. And when I look at him I am amazed… because I found a best friend.

And as we walked on the beach, I would look at him and there he was, Oz, my friend from the internet. There he was, in all his 6’1 splendor. Only, he wasn’t just my friend Oz from the internet. It’s as if we’ve known each other for years. I realize, everything has changed. I will never be able to look at Oz the same way, nor think of him the same way. I’ve met him now.

I’ve always thought that when you become such good friends with someone online, the friendship is always going to be very different and feel very different. Because of a simple reason… you’ve skipped a step. A normal step: meeting the person. Now that I’ve met Oz, things have changed. Obviously, things have changed for the better lol. Our friendship is solid, and in that, I find great comfort.

We’ve waited for this moment for a long time! And here we are, at the Hyatt in Dorado, Puerto Rico. Finally! The memories will last forever. This has been the most memorable, incredible thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve made sure to treat it with the utmost respect, care, and importance. And if ever we forget something, there will always be pictures to remind us of the moments spent, of the conversations had, of the people met, of the things done; of the things eaten, the jokes made, the smiles expressed, and the beauty that I find in my friendship with Oz.

I have arrived! We were finally united late last night after my epic 12-hour [completely inefficient] journey. You see, for some crazy reason, I was taken on three airplanes going all the way to Philidelphia from Atlanta, GA THEN back down on a 4hour flight to San Juan. That is where we met. And it happened thus:

The suspense was unreal, surreal. There I was waiting for my bag to be ejected onto the baggage carousel. It happened to be one of the late ones. But at least I had it now. The first worry was over. The next was figuring out where on earth I was, besides from San Juan. I had no idea where we were meeting! So I kind of casually browsed outside through the windows of the terminal as people stood looking in. I did not see Regner.

I was heading towards the next “meeting area” when I just had an urge to go out the exit nearer to me, where the people were waiting. Upon attempting to exit a woman grabs me and proclaims in Spainish something I could not comprehend [I do not speak spanish]. Therefore I assumed she was a taxi lady or such like. But in fact she wanted to check that the bag I had struggled along with was mine. So I had to route for the barcode thing for it, which I did promptly as I was eager to find my brother. Who I did not yet know existed.

[OK I did write this post like yesterday but the laptop died and I thought that I had lost the whole thing. It just had enough juice to boot back up and allowed me to save it for now. I am in a hotel/resort called Hyatt something or other, running on FREE Bribed internet from our buddy ‘Miggie’. We befriended her and convinced her to talk to her manager to get us a free pass to it, which costs $5.25 normally for the 15 minutes we have obtained! Yeah, Miggie is hardcore.]

Anyway more will come in good time. We have LOTS of footage and photographs for your future viewing pleasure. We love you. 3 minutes left. Adios.

Oz’s flight arrives in exactly 3 hours and five minutes according to US Airways!! I DO hope he’s in the flight. Otherwise… yeah. No oz today.

Well this is it, he’s almost here! I’m going crazy and also, I’m getting a little sick lol.

Last time Oz went away on vacation, I told him over the phone “Don’t worry about Oziz while you’re away. I’ll blog and hold down the fort.” Immediately after that, Oziz’s bandwith was exceeded and the site was down for like 98732 days. Do you remember? Right then. I was like “OH NO, Oz is going to kill me! I exceeded the bandwith!” and then after that, there were earthquakes and tornados, plagues and disease, the moon was covered in cheese, and the polar ice caps melted completely. It was utter disaster.

Well Oz is away in Georgia, so this time I didn’t actually say “I’ll hold down the fort” as though not to jinx it. And here we are. So Oz comes next week and I have a kajillion things to do. Paint. Paint is dire. See, my apartment has these two horrible maroon walls that. don’t. really. match.

And they need to die.

So I shall go hunt for the perfect color (although I already think I have found it) and buy paint to kill the evil maroon wall because, let’s face it, it’s truly evil. Was looking for a shaggy carpet. That went well. Apparently a 4′x6′ shaggy carpet is only $395. I could buy a sheep and shave it myself for that much money. Granted, it wouldn’t be QUITE the same thing, but hey. Shag is shag. So we’ll make do without the shaggy carpet. Until I can steal one or something [I am KIDDING, father.]. My dad is reading Oziz and now I must be extra careful so that he doesn’t think I’m a delinquent. I have no plans of stealing a shaggy carpet. Ahem. However, I AM trying to find someone who steals chandelier lamps. :) I would like an early birthday present, thank you.

Moving on to cleanliness. My apartment doesn’t have a VISIBLE carpet, but I’ve come to find over the last few weeks that it does, however, have a camouflaged carpet. Of dirt. It is impossible to walk barefoot in my apartment now-a-days as your feet would acquire a… hmm… BLACK hue. I kid you not. Soooooo, Reggles has brought mummy’s R2D2 Vaccum Cleaner to scoop up the black dirt “carpet”. I am very much looking forward to the cleaning that I will have to do. Ahem. Not.

So I was wondering, does anyone want to come over and clean for me? I’ll give you soda =)… Yes? Message me, please and thank you.

xoReggles

I shall be GOing to America tomorrow morning as the first leg of my adventure to Puerto Rico. First I’ll be in Detroit for a family wedding. Then heading down to Georgia with my family again. It is from there that I head to Puerto Rico to shake hands with my dude Regner, on September 4th! It’s going to be awesome.

So far I havn’t packed much, so I must get on it! Might see some of you soon then… can’t wait x