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.

[I ordered these really nice glasses last week. They are totally awesome and unlike any glasses I’ve seen on other people, which is why I got them. That, and because they’re ALMOST perfect. I’m still waiting for them to arrive, and when they do, I will post a picture that shows their awesomeness.]

Moving on to some recent undesirable news.

Today is definitely day one of my diet. I’ve been trying to get on the diet for like 4 failed weeks now, but it’s coming to the point where if I don’t do it, I’ll soon have to trade my Jeep for a bigger car. Possibly an airplane.

I exaggerate, I do. But in all honesty I do need the diet. Partially because yesterday was a bit of a wakeup call when I looked in the mirror and was like “GAH, this isn’t what I looked like 2 months ago.”

When I lookin the mirror, I position myself in different angles because then I get to see what I look like from every angle. In the bathroom, we have two mirrors. One mirror faces my front, the other faces my back. Therefore, when I move, I can see myself from every angle, depending on my position.

Normally, I can be content with myself when I look in the mirror because I just go, “Whoop! Can’t stand like THAT anymore…”.

See having these mirrors helps one actually be able to see where your bad angles are and such things, so that when stumble upon their discovery, you can immediately find how to hide it. Got it? Good. Yesterday, however, I was unsuccessful at hiding things. Unless I sit. Sitting makes you look thinner. Especially if you lean forward while sitting. Trust me. I can prove it:

With the discovery of my newest adquisition, the double chin, I am forced to diet. Being big isn’t a bad thing. It’s just that I used to be really fat when I was younger and then when I was 18 I lost alot of weight, so now I don’t want to have gone through that in vain lol. I want to keep the weight off, even though I was NEVER able to be thin. All that work will not be for naught! I refuse to be size 38 again.

I … refuse.

Just thought I’d catch up on my life events, only quickly. I don’t keep a diary and in a year or something I’d like to look back on what I wrote about/was going on, because I have a bad memory. So yesterday I finally finished all my exams. My last one was an AEA (Advanced extension award (for clever people)) in Geography, because I thought it’d help with my Oxford application. But since I was rejected, and really do not want to go to an elitest institution anymore, I never pulled out of this 3 hour extension. It ran from 1.45-4.45pm. However I think it went quite well, considering I didn’t have a clue what it was and stuff. It was on the Asian tsunami (2004) and then I wrote for an hour about how global demand for freshwater is expected to exceed supply. Yeah. That was fun! I’m glad I went on that Water-Aid march, threw in a few facts I picked up from that :)

So yeah, anyhow. They’re all over. And so is school, forever! I have 14 months of complete freedom to look forward to now - involving loads of travelling and a business project here and there to keep me afloat. I’m really excited about what this year will be like! Going to Spain, to catch Jess, on the 15th July for ten days. Detroit and Georgia (USA) late August and then, of course, a trip of destiny to Puerto Rico.. just to see this kid called Reggles. Also hoping to trip up into Japan, Norway and a eurotrip at some point :)

Yo. It’s going be to cool.

Seeing as to how I’m not good-looking enough, nor talented enough to be a Hollywood actor, my dreams of being on tv are reduced to Reality Television. Ha! I joke. No, but seriously it seems most anyone can be on TV nowadays, just as long as you are a REALITY TELEVISION star.

Exhibit A: Flava Flave.

Flave used to be a rapper way back in the day. The 80s, I think. However, after VH1 resurrected him from burn-out obscurity on their show “The Surreal Life”, a monster was created. I think this picture speaks for itself. He’s absolutely grotesque. And he has golden teeth. That can be removed.

Exhibit B: Ana Nicole Smith

The definition of a lady, Ana Nicole Smith. She used to pose nude for Playboy and things of that nature. She has little to no grace, Ana Nicole lol. Also, a resurrection from obscurity, Ms. Smith won popularity again when E! gave Ana Nicole her own show, “The Ana Nicole Show”. Or something like that. By the show, she was quite heavy. Which brings us to her next and latest tv exploitation. The famous American gym, Balley’s, hired Ana Nicole as their spokesperson. And that’s when she got “hot” again.

Exhibit C: Adrienne Curry

After winning the million-dollar contract in the first cycle of America’s Next Top Model, it seemed like Adrienne was on her way to becoming the next Tyra Banks. Or so we thought. That is until we saw her fall in love with freakin’ Peter Brady on VH1’s “The Surreal Life”. And even though she IS a model and WORKS as one, I think all of America is pretty disturbed on a weekly basis when we see her on “My Fair Brady”. ALSO, VH1’s creation. It’s about how much Peter Brady (Cristopher Knight) and Adrienne love each other. It’s basically them fighting over wedding plans. And, of course, whether Peter Brady will have a vasectomy or not. On a side note, I think it’s pretty clear that Cristopher Knight needs therapy, as he makes poor Adrienne cry daily. Cristopher, if you’re reading this, please treat her right. She’s 21 and stupid, and is still completely oblivious to the fact that you treat her like crap. You old, old man.

I think we’re in dire need of some quality reality tv shows, here in the United States (with the exception of some wonderful shows. Like MTV’s “The Hills”). I, pesonally, am starting to believe that VH1 should relinquish it’s right to reality television shows, as they are not that great. MTV, however… that’s where it’s at. Which brings me to my next point.

Getting to know my very good friend Oz, has been really significant in my life. He’s one of the greatest guys I know, and I’m thrilled to have his friendship. Back when we started talking, I always thought of how awesome it would be if he and I had a show that documented our experiences as friends when we meet someday. Now that this idea has become a bit more tangible, I decided I would have nothing to lose by emailing MTV.

And here is the letter I sent. lol.

Why hello there… I’m well aware of the fact that you might be looking for people in New York, but let’s try something else. lol. May I share something with you? Thank you kindly.

Hi, My name is Regner :)

(Yes it’s a weird name, I’m aware. And yes, it’s a guy’s name lol.)

A few months ago I received an infamous Myspace Friend Request from a guy named Oz. We immediately hit it off and since then, have become hardcore friends. I’d do anything for my bud, and I’m sure he’d do the same for me. So here we are four months later after that first myspace message was sent, planning something really awesome, something really special. Something that will change everything, due to one tiiinnyy little reason.

Oz and I have never met.

Having a best friend that lives in England while you, yourself, live in Puerto Rico (in the Caribbean JUST IN CASE, holla what) can get quite tricky at times. See, it’s not only the PERSONAL differences, but also the cultural differences that make the friendship that much more interesting and that much more unique. We haven’t known each other for that long, but our friendship has grown so much that we have both decided we’re going to meet by the end of this summer.

Soooo, Oz will be visiting the island in September. It should be nothing short of amazing meeting my friend for the first time. I imagine our friendship will be so much more solid after this. When he arrives, I’ll be giving him the Puerto Rican experience, showing him the ropes, our cuisine, our culture, our spirit.

Then in winter, I shall be off to beautiful England to go roadtrip the United Kingdom with Oz. As part of our trip, we’ll be checking out the University of Manchester, where we both plan on going to school; Oz to pursue his bachelors, while I’ll be going after my postgraduate studies as a Master of Architecture. Bua ha ha, fancy no? lol. It sounds awesome, though.

This trip is going to be crucial! If all goes well and we find it right, I’ll be joining Oz at Uni of Manchester in Fall of 2008, going on my first year of Masters. By then, Oz will be going on his second year.

So… why me (or US, rather), you ask? Well… During the course of these past four months, Oz and I have found something really special in our friendship. What I share with him is unique and I find it hard putting it into words, as it is something you just feel! Our friendship is almost like a fusion of two completely different cultures and personalities that are just… connected.

We invite you, MTV, to document our experience. From the moments where we prepare for our trips, to the moment we step foot on each other’s countries. We invite you to capture the moment where two friends meet for the first time and see each other’s faces live and up front for the very first time. Come tour Puerto Rico and England with us, as Oz and I discover not only what our friendship is about, but also what WE’RE about.

x Regner

A pleasure sharing my story with you; although this isn’t what you guys are really looking for, I wanted to send the story just in case it interests you. There are no Casting Calls for something like this yet. And there should be lol.

So yes, I emailed MTV at various addresses. I also went to NBC, UPS, and some other stations to see if they had any Show Suggestions, but alas they didn’t. Oz doesn’t seem too fond on the idea of having a show, but you know what? It’s ok, because we’re not going to get picked anyway lol [and of course, I say this with hope in my heart that I may be oh-so wrong].

If any of you can make this happen, then e-mail me, sexies. Don’t let oz know, though. Also, if I see a tv show like the oz and regner show, and WE’RE not the people on camera, I will submit a NEW story line to MTV. It’s about this boy who embarks on a quest to find a thief and dump him in the sea for plagierizing his original show idea. Also reality television. lol. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to look at myself in the mirror and practice my smile.

So, I guess like most people you’d like to retire at the ripe young age of 30 after you have accumulated a few million dollars in your interest happy bank. Once you have read this “How to” perhaps the prospect of actually earning a million dollars, on the career path, isn’t so appealing. To acheive early retirement you need plenty, and plenty, and some more motivation and commitment to your one vision. You must sacrifice your soul, until you hit 30, as a slave to the high-flying but extremely punishing career. Alongside that, no kids, no partner and no luxuary items.

There seems to be a small major contrast in interests here. Spend over a third of your life slaving away to earn some money, then spent the rest of it doing nothing. I don’t think I could cope with that massive change in lifestyle. Nor could I have the self-discipline to live a ‘modest’ life. Go it on your own. Invest what money you have in a small business or capital stock and grow it from there yourself. It’s not a race to 30, take your time. Enjoy life. Maintain the easy vibe.

(edit: yes, read reggles’ post below, the funniest thing like ever!)

“If this is happening to you here, wait until you get to England, Regner.”

This is what my mother told me when I called her up this afternoon to tell her about all the trouble I was going through, trying to get myself something to eat. See, today I decided I was going to spend the whole day at our beach apartment (and no, I’m not rich people.). In the afternoon I got hungry, because poor little Regner hadn’t eaten all day, so after procrastinating for hours, I decided to go buy something because there is NOTHING to eat here. So I drive all the way to the nearest shopping center to buy myself some food. When I’m waiting in line something in my brain goes Ding.

Ding.

My wallet is inside my bookbag.

My bookbag is in the apartment.

I have no way to pay for food.

So I had to drive back to the apartment to get my wallet, right? I’m starving at this point, by the way. How I managed to survive is beyond me. As I arrive at the apartment, I wait for the elevator. Please allow me to talk a bit about this elevator.

The apartment complex has 6 stories. The elevator takes approximately seventeen years to get from floor to floor. It is the slowest elevator I have ever come across. So after waiting 102 years for this elevator to reach the ground floor, I’m forced to wait an additional 102 years for it to take me to the 6th floor. This makes me the first human to go without food for over 204 years. I’m quite special, scientists believe.

BACK to the story. I go inside the apartment and look for my bookbag, and after rumaging through all its contents I notice that my wallet isn’t inside. This meant it was in my car all along. It was under the seat. Insert stupid face HERE. Thank yaw. You know how sometimes you feel like you’re being so stupid, a mysterious force should release all its wrath upon you and kill you? That’s what it felt like this afternoon. If you haven’t had the pleasure of feeling this way, then lucky you. This just probably means you carry your wallet with you at all times, unlike some other people. Holla what.

So yes, I called my mother to tell her and she found it amusing to see me going through so much trouble finding food in my own island. I guess she’s right. If and when I move to the United Kingdom, these things are bound to happen with ever increasing frequency. The whole dollar/pound/euro thing is going to catch up with me eventually. What will happen when I only have quarters on me? I’m sure the Burger King people will not be too pleased, as they will want me to pay in pounds or euros. I will have to resort to the noble art of tap dancing on the street. It’s good pay for not that much effort. All I need are tap dancing lessons. That’s it, I’m making a list.

-Tap dancing lessons (so I impress people)
-Hat (so people can drop euros or pounds in)
-Tap dancing shoes (because Lord knows you can’t tap dance with colorful Pumas)
-A good fan base (that have my back and throw me money when Reggles is in need)

Be my fan?

=) xReggles

For some reason my father has been incredibly generous lately. I’m a little worried to be quite honest. See, I being the wonderful driver that I am, had a car accident last week. I thought for SURE, my dad would kill me. I thought for SURE that all hopes of my England trip with oz would be cancelled.I was happy to find out that my dad DIDN’T want kill me when he found out about my accident. I was even happier to find that he is more than willing to send me to England to go meet up with oz and check out University of Manchester whenever I wanted to go! It’s amazing, honestly lol. Dad’s grand, God love that man. So yes, I cannot wait for winter, when I go see oz and get to see the United Kingdom.

This comming year should be spectacular, I do believe. Speaking of spectacular, I did this little strip of pictures with my face. They’re like… for everyone to see how different I look in pictures.

I’ve been told I look different in every picture. And you know what? Two of my family members have told me I look different every day. My GODFATHER told me “Regner, if I were to see you on the road, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you at times. So if someday you think I’m being snobby because I don’t say HI, it’s because I don’t know it’s you.”

o.o

So yeah. This is what my life is like. It’s a good thing though. I like being a chameleon.

Almost half way through my final A level exams which started 9th June and finish an age after on Tuesday 27th. I’ve already been off school for well over a month - for ’study leave’. On average I’ve been clocking up around two hours of revision a day in preparation for these exams; some days none at all. I had six hours of exams last week in 24 hours; two Geography exams followed by Economics and Religious Studies modules the following morning. THAT BLEW! Geography was ok, economics was also alright but RS was a bit of a joke. Havn’t been taught amazingly for that module so I flunked it. Even though I revised what I could. It didn’t help being the last exam of that set.

Anyway, I have six more exams to take; 3 of them start of this week and 3 the week after. And even though they are so close I cannot revise. Physically cannot bring myself down to revision, especially for religious studies as I despair with those exams.

God it’s so hot.

Anyway, now I can’t revise I’ve been watching pretty much every World Cup match, that’s three a day. It’s becoming a bad habit. I just cannot wait to get exams done with. They are so tiresome. Plus I can’t wait to meet up with Jess in Spain in a month from now. I need a fucking break.

A woman born weighing 6lbs 6oz on 6 June at 0600 BST, and who is 66 on 6/6/06, is refusing to drive on her birthday to help avoid accidents.

Mrs Dumas said she had come through her 26th birthday in 1966 without any problems and added: “I hope [this birthday] passes just as well.”

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I had the worst night’s sleep in a long time last night. I had a shower just before I went to bed which seemed to rejuvenate my whole body. Yesterday was a plain old Sunday so I didn’t actually go out of the house at all yet I had been consuming quite an amount of caffeine and glucose during the day. Add to the fact that I slept in for an hour or two in the morning, and I think I developed the perfect recipe for a long night of fidgeting and frustration.

So it was past midnight, and I was still trying to coax myself into a lame dream.. going through every experience I could think of in a vain attempt to latch onto a metaphysical world to which I could peak into and then escape. It became 1.45am and I couldn’t believe I was still wide, wide awake, raring to go out for a bike ride into town as fast as I could. My legs would just not keep still! So I jumped out of bed and violently shook my arms along with systematically lifting each leg up in turn. To be honest, I think that made it a whole lot worse.

Time for some music. Jack Johnson was in the CD player so I switched him on. I managed to listen to the whole album consciously. On came the fan, speed 2. Then an old secret of mine… wet my eyes to make them heavy (it never fails). But that all failed. I don’t even know how I eventually drifted off, I must’ve given up trying to sleep and it just happened. How ironic. All I know was that I spent 4 hours in and out of bed in sheer desperation to delve deep into a coma.