In an unexpected twist of fate, our two heroes meet.

As told by Anthony Sim of Horse on an Arrow himself:

"I met Hendrix on a recon mission back in '87. The Cubans had Hendrix captive after a failed mission 2 years prior. My team infiltrated the camp where he was located and found him lying on the ground asleep with a beard as long as his hair. We've been friends ever since!!!!"

It didn't happen exactly like that, but it's an accurate depiction.

Snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers.

Rule: Write a statement intended for 10 random people and never tell which one is intended for.

01. You confuse me. You know you can't have what you want, yet you press on toward it, embarrassingly and without a hint of subtlety with the hope that perserverance will be the determining factor in all this. All while trying not to look so desperate. Maybe one day you'll either take a chance and move on, or finally take a chance and aquire what you've been pursuing. It looks as though taking a chance is imminent either way. And I honestly don't know which path you should take because persistence is good, but to an extent. But where is that limit line? My best advice to you is to continue to be patient, not try so hard, and keep your options open. As hard as that may be.

02. You are gorgeous, and you've got a smile that kills me everytime. I feel like an idiot when you're around. Imagine a boy full of nerves. I've got all the words at the tip of my tongue, but everytime I go to say them, they slip down my throat and I choke. I know you know but I don't. I'd stop writing about you, but then this journal would be unsatisfying and boring. I hope you don't mind. I can't (but you can) help that you've got qualities I've always looked for. You've got a heart for serving God. You're incredibly intelligent and kind, strong-willed and determined. At least these are the things I percieve about you. I don't know you and I won't pretend that I do, but I would love to get to and find that all the perceptions I have about you are true. In the same manner, I hope all the perceptions you have about ME prove false.

03. Yeah buddy. Thank you for always being there no matter what. I've been praying for you and am overjoyed and relieved to know that Jesus Christ is your Savior. I'll be here to answer any questions you've got and to listen whenever you need someone to. As always.

04. Come back already. Crap.

05. You're an awesome girl. So please stop being a whore.

06. Life is more than just sleeping, schoolwork, and books. All this time, I've wanted you to just have fun, relax, and be able to not stress out over things you will inevitably forget. Lately you've been choosing research papers over me, which is why I've stopped calling, but remember: You won't be this young forever, so please enjoy it while it lasts. You'll regret it if you don't. Call me sometime because I DO miss hanging out with you.

07. Things are pretty much back to normal between you and I. I mean, except for the hanging out everyday part. Nonetheless, I love how it is right now. Jerk.

08. I am proud of you and the person you've grown up to be. But sometimes I wish you wouldn't see or talk to me as if I was inferior to you. Because I'm not.

09. You've put yourself into this situation, and I hate the fact that you haven't manned-up to your responsibilities to your family. Grow up. You've forced yourself to have to.

10. I love how faithful You are to me. I don't deserve a thing. All I can do is hope and pray that I can return the favor as best I can. Nothing I could say could ever describe exactly how I feel in my heart. Just as well though, because You are the only One who could ever know that.

Best guesses go to hendrix.derosas@gmail.com.

Church hopping.

Since PCC was still having their family camp, I didn't have a church to go to this morning for worship service. Fortunately, I mentioned this to Cathy(Stephanie's friend) on friday, who then invited me to her church. Long story short: It was incredibly surprising and hilarious how their vietnamese church and our filipino church have so much in common. Services, sunday schools, and even the people reminded me of our church. I had an awesome time and even got to stick around with Cathy in their leader's meeting. I was blessed and I'll keep that church in my prayers. God's using them mightily. To Cathy(if she ever reads this): Thank you for inviting me and being a great host and tour guide.

By the way, Gil Grissom and the rest of the CSI team are my heroes.

Blindfolded.

"So now I've made the decision to walk behind you in the dark for the rest of my life. And I'll never show my face again because it's too scarred and bloody to be enough and I don't have all the right stuff. All I have are empty boxes to carry away your heart. And I think that tonight, I will sneak into your house and I'll sing songs and wake you up and I'll take you blindfolded dancing onto bridges and you'll say that you don't want to be with me. Because no one ever does, and no one ever thinks of me that way. But I will still drive you home if you never let me forget about you and if you promise me that I'm good enough for someone. Because I've got to be good enough for you, and someday soon I'll get it right and then you'll see just how good I can be. So don't ask me about forever because I'm feeling lost. But there's got to be someplace for me because where will I go? Will there be some place for me and will you be waiting there for me? If and when we get there, please catch me before I crawl all the way home, but I won't stop until you do."

This doesn't relate to my life or anything. I just really love Saves the Day. Ahem.

Lighter notes.

So I woke up this morning(9am) and read my own entry from this morning(3am). I couldn't help but think to myself: I would so hate to be you. You put up with so much and I don't know how you do it. Your patience(or at least your composure) is admirable. I've no intentions of making things awkward or weird. The previous entry was merely an amalgamation of thoughts, feelings, and emotions put into lowercases and capitals that I've had bottled in for God knows how long. I won't delete it, but I hope we can proceed going on with the way things are now, because I love how all of it is. High five me with a sincere smile on your face when i see you next.

Haha. I titled this lighter notes but lately, every entry I've planned to type has not come out as intended. Chalk it up to ungodly amounts of CocaCola and screamo. So ON A LIGHTER NOTE: Sunnydaysafterrainydaysmakemesmile. I've just purchased the Underoath CD/DVD and I'm in love. I was immensely upset at the fact that the TBS show at the HOB was sold out. But I talked to one of our Starbucks regulars last night, and apparently, he might have two extra tickets. If his friends bail, he's willing to sell one to me. I'm not getting my hopes up yet though. My journey through the book of Galatians is a total blessing, as well as an eye-opener. I'll address that in a future entry though. Miss Heather Peraza and I have made plans to see Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins at the Glasshouse. Can't wait. I'm still sick and I haven't got a voice, but I detect hints of wellness. I think that's all I'll type for now. I'll close with some Underoath lyrics: "Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger. Hey ungrateful, I will teach you to forgive one another. Hey unloving, I will love you."

God's good all the time. And I absolutely adore Christian screamo. Gah.

Dear polygraph machine: Pretend you don't know me so well, I won't tell if you lie.

Did I mention that brutal honesty is in in 2006? I'm caught in utter denial but I've always known, so that probably doesn't even count as denial. I've been telling myself "meet new people" or "try to find an interest in just about anybody" in attempts to get over you. And I know that that seems irrational and immature and incredibly pathetic. And I'm always trying so hard not to look so desperate, to no avail. My ideas aren't always the best. Or the most intelligent. I just desperately need to find a way to make any feelings I have for you somewhat neutral. But nobody I've ever met compares to you or every aspect I admire about you. And I despise the fact that you inspire paintings, sketches, journal entries and any and every ounce of creativity I possess. And the fact that you haven't and may never feel the same about me. It hurts, but if I've learned anything in the month of February, it's this: God has a plan for me and has my perfect mate in mind, and will intercede at the perfect time because He is perfect. So I guess my prayer requests will consist of: patience, strength, guidance, and to continue to keep Him in focus and as top priority as I live the life He's given me the privilege of living. But you'll constantly be in my prayers. And dreams. At least for now. And we all know that I know that you know that this is to you. Subtlety is so 2005. Pleasedon'tkillorhateme. I just want to get all this out in the open. I've got hopes that this entry won't be regrettable.If anything, just

don't believe a word I've said because I think I'm high off this cough medicine.

Remember that one time at Red Robin?

Drama fo' yo' momma tonight. But only the false kind. And idiocy again prevails. But it doesn't beat that one time at Rubio's. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. You've gotta love PCC and the people in it.

And man, I'm full.

Breakdance. Not hearts. (The ins and outs of 2006.)

In:
-Falling in love with complete strangers.
-Drama and gossip.
-The music.
-Waking up at 9am.
-Huge watches that hurt wrists.
-Love.
-Brutal honesty.
-Real life friend deleting.
-You.

Out:
-Falling in love with your best friend. That is so cliche.
-Keeping secrets.
-The scene.
-Going to sleep at 9am.
-Huge belt buckles that hurt waists.
-Lust. To an extent.
-Lying.
-Myspace friend deleting.
-You.

Keep these things in mind. Unless you don't want to be cool.

The great Anaheim Hills fire of 2006.

Driving down the 91 east at midnight, admiring the reddish-orangish glow in the distance, just over the hills. Such a beautiful sight, yet in the back of my mind, I can't help but think about how the very thing I am in awe of is destroying any and everything in it's path and how I have to keep a distance. Clinging to familiarity is what I do best, but it's a new year. Let's experiment with new hobbies, discover new people, and get out of comfort zones. That's something I've always been inept at. There's a bigger picture. Paint it. And lastly, don't believe the hype.

Brains are incredibly sexy.

This smooth ride surprisingly ended in wreckage.

This little deviant is back. I'm preparing for all the inevitable "I-told-you-so's". And ironically, yet not surprisingly, the first one's from myself. Things are going SO well. Things are going SO bad. All at the same time. And I don't know how/what to feel. This is my mood at the moment. "Complicated" comes to mind. I'm still waiting for life to turn around, look at me, yell "Sike!" and make everything perfect. Or at least the way things SHOULD be. Because right now, things aren't. As soon as I figured myself out, I forgot it all. Please send out my "piss off and drop dead's" and "I miss you's" accordingly.

I'm chemically unbalanced. I feel like breakdancing. No I don't.

You make dreams nice.

Today was littered with 605s, 405s, 55s, and 10s. I wish I'd OBEYed, but your presence alone was enough to make this not a waste of time. I never know what to do with my hands. I awkwardly put them into my empty pockets, but with the hope that someday I can place them in yours. Nervousness overwhelms any eloquency I may possess when I'm with you. I'm always clearing my throat, but I've never got a thing to say. And there's a whole lot I want, maybe need, to communicate to you, believe me. When or how, I've no idea. I figure that maybe it'd be best to just keep my mouth shut and just enjoy your company because to be completely honest, I don't know what I'd do without it for too long. These kinds of decisions in these types of predicaments absolutely kill me. They've done so for years. You probably hate me for the innumerable entries written about you. I don't blame you because so do I. Stop being so pretty, and lose the great personality. The thing is though, when you're next to me, I'm caught in a moment that says, "no matter how things turn out, it'll all be okay."

Dashboard singalongs with you help keep me alive.

I don't know what's in store for me, but what I do know is that it's beautiful.

I long to rejoice in the trials I face. But difficulty ensues in these trying, dark days. I pray for a way to obey what You say, but it's hard to stay faithful, stay joyful always. Yet, I will do my best and I'll run in this race, and I'll keep my pace steady, 'cause I know your grace pays. In the end, I'll defend, like a bestest best friend, You my God, who forgives everytime and again. And again, I am grateful for that motivation, to apply what James 1 says, to also have patience. To pay close attention, the work to be done, not conform to this world, and to live as His son. Like the Son, like the sun, try to shine like the light, in the darkness I'll fight, with His might, the good fight. And I'll fight for the One who created this earth, and who died for my sin, I won't belittle Your worth. Though it hurts, sometimes, I will follow Your plan, and I'll stand, be a man that's molded by Your hand. And I can, say I can't, I won't quit, I'll defend. Live life, love, and God. Now I'll end with "the end."

Written because/in spite of current situations. Why in rap form? No idea.

Salsa lessons.

Dressed to kill, but you're the one taking my breath away. And cliche is what I so am. But so is everyone else in one way or another. I'm always attempting to prove that I've got something or anything to prove but all I've ever proven is that I don't. Nervous smiles, hopeful eyes, and unimpressive footwork. I haven't got all the right moves. I might actually possess all the wrong ones. I'm no genius, artist, singer, or savior. I'm just another messed up kid who'll probably turn out to be at least okay. Thing is... you aren't just another gorgeous girl.

What did you think of tonight? "It was okay," she replied. At least.

December makes me forget everything that doesn't matter.

Winter's come. It gets dark before I even get to wrap my head around the day. Everywhere I go, decorations of festive red & green, while jingles and melodies of Christmastime fill my ears, soothing and warm. The cold weather and brisk air brings me to life. More so than in any other season. Let's put on our warm jackets and scarves, take long walks around the neighborhood, crushing fiery dead leaves under our feet, stopping only to admire gorgeous houses draped in radiant light that reflect this time spent with one another. Let's talk, laugh, sing, and scream until our voices go out, so that instead of words, are just visible wisps of warm breath. I'd mouth "Are you okay?" You'd gaze at me with beautiful, violent eyes that leave me paralyzed, and smile that sincere kind of smile. The kind that says, "Yeah, I think we're okay."

This one's in the works. I need chords.

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.

I could do without all you self-righteous attention whores galavanting around in the world. I do not have sympathy(empathy?) for you. I hate the way you expect it. At the very least(or most), you're a form of entertainment for me. I have a good chuckle at your antics, at your expense. I'm not even going to mention it's gossip factor. Whoops, I guess I just did, but I won't go into detail. Starving for an audience, saying and doing things that'll get you noticed, though they also make you look like an idiot. At least do it with more poise than that. If you're going to do something stupid for attention, don't compromise your beliefs or yourself, especially when you judge other people. If you're gonna preach, for God sakes, preach with conviction. (On a tangent, but wouldn't it be God's sake?) You're a walking contradiction most of the time, and people hate you for that, and what little respect I DID have for you no longer exists. Here's another tip: don't go HALFWAY between subtlety and radical. Dying would actually do you some justice. And the sympathy you so desperately long for. Lastly, and probably more importantly, you are a moron.

Mama said knock you out. Ergh. Belligerence is evil.

This is your first Thanksgiving in Heaven. This is my first without you here with me.

I miss you to death. As soon as today kicked in, I was reminded of you. Right about now, you'd be here, arriving with your famous baked ham. We'd converse about work, family, about my current romantic interest; we'd joke about past romantic interests, and of course we'd fill each other in on all the latest, juciest gossip. I still hold all your stories, anecdotes, and life lessons in my mind, while I keep the memory of you close to my heart. You are my second mother, a beautiful woman of God. I hear Heaven's pretty awesome. When I get there, we'll have a good, lengthy conversation. What I wouldn't give to hear the raspiness of your voice, or your laugh, bubbly and fragile. I thank God for the privelege and blessing of knowing you. Happy Thanksgiving.

You've got a knack for being lovable that I miss and wish I could inherit or learn.

"We're driving to the driving range to go driving?" -Steph B.

If we had prepared an itinerary for today, all it would've said was "Have fun, because this day was made for it!" So it went, and we followed it to the T. Beautiful weather. Tristan Prettyman with the sunroof open and all the windows down. Krispy Kreme. Stuck car windows. The driving range at Pacific Palms. The "get as many balls in the lake as you can" contest. Mark's happy gilmore drive. The million dollar mate conversation. Colima burger. Shaun of the Dead. 25 mph drives(next one will be better).

Mama said knock you out.

Let the stars chase you away.

I love how autumn feels on my face. And how the oranges and yellows burn the leaves on/off the trees. And the fact that scarves and sweaters will be the new daily attire soon. The world has a funny way of playing tricks. One day I've got everything so figured out, and the next I'm a trainwreck. And the realization that time has been passing so quickly lately doesn't help. It's almost time to send cards out about on the holidays. Sometimes I wonder if the words I write in those letters are actually sincere. Or if it's all just thoughtless, unmeaningful, yet uplifting babble. I hope it's the former. Because I like to think that I do care. I'm kind of rambling on, and it's 3:23am, so I'm sorry if this is difficult to decipher. I spend these nights awake fixed on thoughts of certain moments and hopeful ideas. On questionable actions and whether everything or anything matters. You are my deepest and my darkest. You always have been. Whether you always will be is to be determined. These words are poor substitute for my emotions. Take my word that I'm smiling. I think I'm crazy. But then the best ones always are. Let's listen to The Spill Canvas and fall in love with each other again for the first time, because you are beautiful. This is to everybody. And somebody. And nobody.

This is my mood right now.

The world's not waiting (for five tired boys in a broken down van.)

The cast: Hendrix De Rosas. Matthew Van Sickle. Anthony Sim. Jake Hammack. Zachary Nass. The setting: Old Town Pasadena. The premise: Five exceptionally dressed young men(boys) have plans for sushi and a night on the town. The conclusion: After a beautiful and satisfying meal and plenty of pictorials, our five heroes paint the town red, laughing and loving every single minute of it. Times like these are a rarity, which is unfortunate, but it's that fact that makes us enjoy each other's company all the more. Sincere smiles, not wearing thin.

"This might just be a waste of time, but there's no one I'd rather waste my time with than all of my best friends. We'll all take turns but not for the worst. We're all has-beens and never-were's, and we're all in the back smokin' just watching life pass us by. As if we cared enough to try and catch up. Enough to make up for lost time. We've been down, we've been out, we've been hanging around... Let's tip our glasses to having no direction. Let's waste this night."

Falling in love doesn't always necessarily mean "falling in love". Because I'm in it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It comes out November 18th. Yummy. I'm amazed at how interested I am in J.K. Rowling's creations. I always told myself that I wasn't going to be one of those "Harry Potter freaks". I didn't even want to watch the first movie, because i thought it was strictly for children. But here I am, thoroughly obsessed with wizards, witches, muggles, Hogwarts, quidditch, Slytherins, and three extraordinary kids with overwhelming and interesting adventures. This is storytelling at it's best, so it's no wonder why there are so many fanatics about. The books are told so vividly, it's as if you're watching a movie; while the movies are fantastically and accurately made to detail(although certain parts of the books are left out, the sets and visuals are amazing). Read the books and watch the films.

"Mischief managed."