-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.

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

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.

No, I’m not going to be making it a habit to put animal names on my titles. It’s not my fault, but I apologize. Or as SOME people say… “apologise”. I honestly don’t know what the correct term is, but in the US it’s “apologize”, though both may be allowed.

Dictionary.com, people.

It says both are correct. Rationalise and Rationalize are also correct. I DO hope all you wonderful English-speaking folk will be able to look past these small cultural differences. I mean no disrespect to your language. lol.

Moving on! Yes, my colorful sneakers. I don’t know, man. They seem to steal the spotlight all the time. I thought it was really flattering when people complimented me (or gave me evil snares, and yes, I HAVE gotten evil snares), but now I’m beginning to envy them.

When I went to New York, a lot of people would talk to me because of my shoes and stuff. I found it really neat lol. I was walking down the street in wonderful NY, and I hear this woman say “Honey, look at his shoes.” Since I obviously knew she was talking about me, I turned around and alas there was this young woman and her boyfriend/husband looking at my shoes. So, she sees me and goes “I like your shoes!”

“Thanks!”

It hasn’t gotten any better. Last Sunday, one of my friends introduced me to her boyfriend. He speaks English only, and since I know English I decided to be nice and talk to him so he could feel a bit more comfortable in this Spanish-speaking island.

-”It’s nice to meet you, Sam!”

-”You too. Nice shoes! They’re like 0.0″

O.o

And that’s when I realized I was being used by my sneakers. All this time, I thought I had chosen THEM, but in reality it was my sneakers who had chosen me. They had chosen me since the beginning of time as a mere tool to take them places. They use me to meet people and to get compliments. It’s all about them. People don’t really care about what I’M like, they just like my shoes. Life is so superficial like that.

SOOO… I’ve decided to donate them to someone who doesn’t walk alot. That way those stupid evil Pumas won’t be able to go on with their master plan of conquering people’s attention. They will die old and new-looking inside someone’s closet. With a little bit of luck, I will be able to find someone who works at a farm. That way, the Pumas will have to work around animal feces all the time. They would stink. And no one would care about them. THEN, they’d be sorry about using me.

And since I feel like a mad man, talking about inanimate objects as something with a mission and a plan, I will say goodnight to everyone. Sleep deprivation can do strange things to a person. Also, it’s the fact that my brain hasn’t had rest since January. Which really sucks. So yeah, in conclusion, my shoes are not evil, they do not have a plan to conquer people, they do not use me, and I am not giving them away. They are just attention-worthy. It’s probably because very few people on this island walk around with multi-colored shoes. lol… suckers all of them. They know not what they are missing out on.

Updated 6.25.06: Here are the shoes/sneakers/trainers. Since I am from Puerto Rico and am educated under the United States’ variation of English, I will call them as I wish.

…. and this one was taken in New York, the same day the girl on the street complimented me.

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.

86°F? Are you kidding me? Ok, I’m just checking the temperature on America Online… It is NOT 86 degrees farenheit. It’s impossible. It’s like 96 degrees. I’m going to go check on the weather channel because this is just unbelievable. It’s a real shame the internet is so slow today. Plus, I’m on DIALUP. So it’s taking forever.

86°F according to weatherchannel.com… it says “feels like 95°F”. What’s THAT supposed to mean? If it’s 86, why on EARTH does it feel like 95? If it feels like 95, then it’s probably because it IS 95. I no longer trust any sort of temperature-telling devices. I can’t tell temperature to save my life, but I KNOW when my skin is melting, thank you very much. Skin doesn’t melt at 86°F.

Ok. I just converted from Farenheit to Celcius. Oz was telling me that it’s 30 degrees over there today. And that’s EXACTLY what 86 degrees Farenheit is. So I guess Chester and Aguada are equally as hot. IF we trust these temperature-telling devices. I still hold true that it’s 95 degrees. Thank you that will be all.

Today I went to what seemed to be the longest Mass EVER. I was soo hungry. See, when I get hungry I get nausciuos. My friends, I don’t know how to spell the word nauscious, and I don’t really feel like looking it up right now, so I’ll do that later. K?

Thanks. Also, I was watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tonight… I was able to see the graveyard scene finally. I’ve been scared to watch it cuz it’s just a horrible, horrible story. Whenever I’d get to that part of the movie, I’d turn off the DVD. But tonight, I saw it. Oz reminds me so much of Cedric. It’s scary.

So apparently my Design “Professor” is completely dimwitted. He gave us all “C”s for our final grades. See, I don’t know how you guys over in the United Kingdom are evaluated, but over here, we get A, B, C, D, and F. A being the highest.

I may be repeating what you guys already know, but better safe than sorry. It would suck if I were talking about something that didn’t make sense to you, my fellow and lovely readers. ANYWAY. YEAH, that moron gave us all a C. It was really unfair because he had us all convinced we were doing really well.

The day of the final presentation, we flopped. My group and I were completely humiliated in front of the rest of the Third Years, which was really really really aweful. But what can you do? I was shocked at how we were insulted and verbally abused. lol. I’m not kidding. Architecture Professors are really horrible to students. I had never gotten such a bad critique in my three years. It’s not my fault our “professor” doesn’t know how to teach. No, seriously. He doesn’t know how to teach. It’s so unreal. We learned nothing this semester, which is why we all did so horribly on our final presentation. Even the other Third Year students noticed our professor’s complete lack of professionalism and intelligence. I hope he gets sued.

I have a meeting with him on the 17th to discuss my grade. I hope he gives me a higher grade. Pray for me please. If he doesn’t, I won’t be able to post for a few years, as I will have been convicted of first degree murder. That man is going down. Kidding.

I know how sometimes when people DIE or get KILLED, the reporters all seem to go check out said person’s myspace page or his/her blogs. I totally don’t want to be seen as a “crazy man with murderer tendencies/desires” if something SHOULD happen to me. I’m not going to kill my professor, people. There are far worst things. Like being fired. Especially when you have a little daughter to take care of. :S

MOVING ON!

So Regner is going to have no summer this year. I have to take classes on both, June and July. This means I’m going to be completely miserable every day until December comes. I don’t have class in late December, so that’s going to be a nice little Christmas present. I DO hope I can visit the wonderful UK soon. I need a vacation and I would like to celebrate my birthday in January out of Puerto Rico. My father must be pursuaded though.

If I DO go, I want to meet everyone. Maybe a party? Yes? With lots of lights hanging from trees, very Bohemian. And I could bring some conga players and stuff so that we can have a taste of the Caribbean in the UK, yes? Dress nicely. January 13, write it down somewhere.

xo Reggles

My friend, Alex took a picture of this sign he saw. I don’t know if it’s in the UK or in Spain, but he saw it and took a picture for me lol…