<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:08:10.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few years later . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/clickwhirr.jpg"&gt;

adios amigos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-108670560242552180</id><published>2004-06-08T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:30:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im closing this blog down kids, if you hadnt already guessed. Its been good, its been fun. :) Just so you know, I update my lj a lot:http://www.livejournal.com/users/slambradleypeace out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/108670560242552180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/108670560242552180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670560242552180' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-107735673718298343</id><published>2004-02-21T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T01:47:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God,I need help re-learning my High School math for an exam I am about to take. Would you be a pal and help me out in any way?Thank you.Chris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107735673718298343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107735673718298343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735673718298343' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-107552519361859982</id><published>2004-01-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T21:01:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is pretty stupid, but kinda funny too. MINAS TIRITH (AP) – The city of Minas Tirith has been abuzz today over the news that 'The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King,' while receiving 11 nominations including Best Picture and Best Director, did not receive any nominations for acting."Eleven nominations?" said Pippin Took, of the Shire. "Well, that's good news."His friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107552519361859982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107552519361859982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552519361859982' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-107487614195840587</id><published>2004-01-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T08:49:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AROUND THE WORLD IN 3 WEEKSthere are links to pictures all over this entry! please do take a look, I spent a lot of time uploading them. :) no india pics though- accidentally deleted those.Africa is almost the exact opposite of India. India is very cramped, due to its population density. Africa's population is spread out, and you will never have the problem of bumping into people while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107487614195840587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107487614195840587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487614195840587' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-107485161392051162</id><published>2004-01-23T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:56:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three months ago . . . this idiot:driving this:crashed into our car:only one good thing came out of that accident.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107485161392051162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/107485161392051162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107485161392051162' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106995948919732841</id><published>2003-11-27T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T10:58:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106995948919732841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106995948919732841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995948919732841' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106836580526201803</id><published>2003-11-09T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T00:16:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I couldnt have said it any better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106836580526201803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106836580526201803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836580526201803' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106727211772127984</id><published>2003-10-27T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T08:28:37.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is just too funny.(taken from Rich Johnston's Lying in the Gutters)Mark Millar's wife's sister loves the TV show, Angel. Badly. When Joss Whedon got in touch with Bryan Hitch about buying the HULK WANT FREDDIE PRINZE JUNIOR page from Ultimates as a present for Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddie Prinze Junior's wedding, Bryan Hitch sold it to Joss on the condition he got David Boreanez to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106727211772127984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106727211772127984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727211772127984' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106693701982356731</id><published>2003-10-23T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:28:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's always been wait and seea happy day and then you payand feel like shit the morning afterbut now I feel changed around and instead falling downI'm standing up the morning aftergoodbye E.S.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106693701982356731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106693701982356731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693701982356731' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106605396934375638</id><published>2003-10-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T07:07:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106605396934375638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106605396934375638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605396934375638' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106596143113721788</id><published>2003-10-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T05:23:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell is up with the guards over at NAIA? Actually, the question should be "what the hell is up the asses of those guards at NAIA?"I dropped my mom off at the airport today. It wasn't an emotional farewell, as i'm gonna see her in a week, but the mood was generally somber. Katie, my older sister, is leaving for the US soon, and Maggie will leave a few days after she will. My other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106596143113721788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106596143113721788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106596143113721788' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106535135099825017</id><published>2003-10-05T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T03:57:17.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey Blue Eagles, hold your heads up high, were all still proud of you guys! :)and if youre gonna be in the area of Pearl Drive anytime soon, first round is on me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106535135099825017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106535135099825017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535135099825017' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106503358794407358</id><published>2003-10-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T11:40:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my+new+hair2.jpgguess who? clue: she used to be KULOT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106503358794407358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106503358794407358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503358794407358' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106495140753043675</id><published>2003-09-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T12:50:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. what a game. the blue eagles rock. you guys do. my voice is hoarse, my right arm is killing me from raising it during the alma mater song, but damn if it all wasnt worth it! victory is sweet indeed, but i dont think id be half as satisfied if we had just won against anyone else but lasalle. on to FEU!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106495140753043675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106495140753043675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495140753043675' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106461788922044706</id><published>2003-09-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T16:11:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106461788922044706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106461788922044706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106461788922044706' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106402948812117692</id><published>2003-09-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T20:44:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106402948812117692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106402948812117692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402948812117692' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106329532129772211</id><published>2003-09-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T08:48:41.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . . and I'm off to Hong Kong. See you kids on monday. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106329532129772211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106329532129772211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329532129772211' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106293529570012002</id><published>2003-09-07T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T04:48:15.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGGIE!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106293529570012002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106293529570012002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293529570012002' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106241599528816463</id><published>2003-09-01T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T04:33:15.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're moving soon! Goodbye Pacific Place, hello Alexandra! (yup, you heard me right. it IS a big move. right across the street.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106241599528816463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106241599528816463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106241599528816463' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-106005914223395963</id><published>2003-08-04T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T21:52:22.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>click here for more keka goodness!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106005914223395963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/106005914223395963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106005914223395963' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105998455635413664</id><published>2003-08-04T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T01:34:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"KEKA JOSE! KEKA JOSE! Tandaan mo and panganlan ko, putang ina ka, dahil yan ang huli mong maririnig na salita!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105998455635413664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105998455635413664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105998455635413664' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105924535707728039</id><published>2003-07-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T11:49:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>august 20, 2003. mark your calendars.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105924535707728039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105924535707728039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105924535707728039' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105924407317490173</id><published>2003-07-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T11:27:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NU 107's NotRadio is dead. and i missed the final episode.change isnt always good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105924407317490173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105924407317490173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105924407317490173' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105854855148069386</id><published>2003-07-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:26:22.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME: Heights. Blood. Failure.THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH: Easy. Katie, Colleen and Maggie.THREE THINGS I LOVE: Film. Music. Drawing.THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:Balay Daku. Why Joey loves it.  Joey. THREE THINGS IN MY BAG:SLR Camera. A ballpoint Parker pen that Jomi gave me for my birthday. My Keka script continuity folder.THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105854855148069386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105854855148069386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854855148069386' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105699583775407473</id><published>2003-06-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:57:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realized that by August this year, Ill have shot for Lav Diaz, worked under Marilou Diaz-Abaya and Quark Henares and acted for Tikoy Aguiluz. In the immortal words of  Keannu Reeves: “Woah.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105699583775407473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105699583775407473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105699583775407473' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-105699573235281954</id><published>2003-06-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T00:28:03.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An actual text conversation between me and my cousin Enrico:Me: How are you doing boy?Rico: k lang how bout u ang daming nagkagusto sa akin na 3rd year 2nd and 4ourth astig no.Me: hahahahahahahahaha. Yabang natin ah. You better  be a good boy and study hard this year.Rico: anong mayabang? Of course I will study hard to make my parents happy and 2 impress the girls.Later on . . .Rico: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105699573235281954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/105699573235281954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105699573235281954' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-94866788</id><published>2003-05-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T11:23:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no, alexis, i dont look like my cousin enrico.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94866788' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-94866491</id><published>2003-05-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T11:19:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keka's first day today! from what i've seen, its going to kick so much ass like you wont believe.YOU reading this, tell someone you know about how great Keka is going to be. lets start the hype. you wont regret it, trust me.-----------and in other news, VIVA HOTBABE hazel has this to say about her lineage:"I am huff Filipino, huff American and huff Spanish." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94866491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94866491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94866491' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-94746016</id><published>2003-05-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T10:30:41.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is just too bizarre. Ive been stuck with this horrible, horrible cough since last week and have tried evreything to get rid of it--or at least soothe my throat: benadryl, strepsils, ginger tea (which made me hurl), hot water, robitussin, asthma inhalers, you name it. Ive upped the ante and gotten a more potent drug recently; solmux broncho, and its this disgustingly thick, orange flavored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94746016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94746016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94746016' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-94403557</id><published>2003-05-15T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T11:31:02.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cousin Enrico says to me on the way home from "Matrix Reloaded:""I like all your friends. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94403557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94403557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94403557' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-94341533</id><published>2003-05-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T11:35:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was 12 I found a broken slingshot (the rubber had snapped) on the street on my way home one day. I had a friend replace the band and began practicing. I wasn’t a good shot; it seemed like I couldn’t hit anything farther away than 5 feet. I kept at it though, loading it with pebbles, pulling it as far back as it could go and releasing it with an exaggerated flourish. I brought it to school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/94341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94341533' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-93697971</id><published>2003-05-03T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T02:33:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who wouldve known that Hell actually exists right here in the Philippines? Where, you ask? In a tiny dental clinic along Magallanes corner EDSA. My dentist=Satan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93697971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93697971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93697971' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-93603317</id><published>2003-05-01T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T09:51:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like I’ve once again fallen into a routine-driven existence. Wake up, watch TV, read a book, eat, sleep, watch a movie, read, eat, watch some more TV, sleep; repeat. I never really enjoyed summertime here in Manila, it’s much to hot to do much of anything. Back in Cagayan, 70% of my summer was spent outdoors. Id go out and ride my bike around the city, walk around the school grounds and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93603317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93603317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93603317' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-93337331</id><published>2003-04-27T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T04:46:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a month later . . . The Sun is a giant ball of hot burning gases. The Sun's temperature is 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit at the surface and 27,000,000 degrees Fahrenheit at the center. The average distance from the Earth to the Sun is 93,000,000 miles. It takes light eight and a half minutes to travel from the Sun to the Earth. That means that when you look at the Sun (which would be a stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93337331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/93337331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93337331' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91711858</id><published>2003-03-31T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T07:26:03.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91711858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91711858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91711858' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91711443</id><published>2003-03-31T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T07:18:29.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Comic Collective project "Graphic" is now available. Its great. Everyone should check it out. It's stocked at CCHQ on Katipunan, and is well worth your 60 pesos. It features essays, comics and an interview with "Wasted" creator Gerry Alanguilan along with  original art by Arnold Arre, Carlo Vegara and yours truly. :) For more information, visit this blog, by the person who singlehandedly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91711443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91711443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91711443' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91710055</id><published>2003-03-31T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T06:53:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im 8 hours away from Boracay, and surprise, surprise, i've actually never been there before, taking into consideration the fact that i love the beach more than anything. well, maybe not more than Dr. Pepper, but you get my drift. Im hyped. I need some vacation time to get away from all this work-related stress thats been keeping me up at night. (which is ironic, since its been a while since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91710055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91710055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91710055' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91267859</id><published>2003-03-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T23:54:06.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's what Michael Moore had to say backstage ater he won the Oscar for Bowling For Columbine and gave a very controversal, anti-war, anti-Bush acceptance speech: Q: Why did you do what you did? "I'm an American." Q: That's it? "I'm an American, and you don't lose your citizenship when you enter the Kodak Theatre." Q: Half the audience wanted to carry you on their shoulders and half wanted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91267859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91267859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91267859' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91267744</id><published>2003-03-23T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T23:49:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whoa. On behalf of our producers Kathleen Glynn and Michael Donovan from Canada, I'd like to thank the Academy for this. I have invited my fellow documentary nominees on the stage with us, and we would like to - they're here in solidarity with me because we like nonfiction. We like nonfiction, and we live in fictitious times. We live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91267744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91267744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91267744' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91117131</id><published>2003-03-21T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T03:10:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My recent concerns seem so selfish and petty and materialistic once seen from a larger perspective, and it shames me. Earlier today, I woke up with a hothead because my Sony airconditioner conked out during the night. 10 minutes into a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, Hormel Bacon and Florida's Natural OJ, I turned the Panasonic flatscreen T.V. on and discovered that a group of civilians were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91117131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91117131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91117131' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-91046156</id><published>2003-03-19T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T23:43:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sen. Robert Byrd: 'Today I Weep for My Country'By Thomas Ferraro WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The oldest voice in the U.S. Congress rose on Wednesday to denounce as misguided President Bush's march to war with Iraq."Today I weep for my country," said West Virginia Democrat Sen. Robert Byrd. "No more is the image of America one of strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. ... Around the globe, our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91046156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/91046156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91046156' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90969953</id><published>2003-03-18T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T20:30:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this has to be the best ad i have seen in a looooong time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90969953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90969953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90969953' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90811051</id><published>2003-03-16T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T10:12:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It’s 2 hours and thirty minutes into March 17. St. Patrick’s Day to all you people in the know, and more importantly, the U.S. deadline for Iraqi disarmament. So let’s all raise a pint for every innocent man, woman, and child who will soon be caught in the crossfire.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90811051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90811051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90811051' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90601367</id><published>2003-03-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T11:04:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know how some people can say "hate" in regards to other individuals so casually.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90601367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90601367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90601367' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90601221</id><published>2003-03-12T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T11:01:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can now say that I have shot for Lav Diaz. Sure, sure, I was actually only a 2nd camera operator, but technically, I would be telling the truth if I said that “I, Chris Costello, have shot for Lav Diaz.” 	On one of their occasional talks over coffee, Lav mentioned to Alexis that he needed a camera operator for a shoot the following day, for his 8 hour opus “Ebolusyon.” Alexis mentioned my name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90601221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90601221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90601221' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90190115</id><published>2003-03-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T11:43:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear, so many people mistake my shyness for snobbery. Im honestly sorry, but you should really take it as a compliment. If i dont talk to you, its probably because i feel that you intimidate me. Im just like that (pathetic, as a few have phrased it). It takes a while for me to warm up to people i'm not close to. But trust me, its a good sign whenever i get quiet: it means that I want to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90190115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90190115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90190115' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-90127389</id><published>2003-03-04T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T11:34:13.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Give out the OscarsNo, I haven’t seen every single nominated movie/ performance this year, but I’ve seen quite a bit. But to be fair, I am only going to cast my vote if I have seen three of the five nominated films/actors in each category. Please bear in mind that these are my own personal picks, and not those which I think will eventually win the award.  It doesn’t really matter, much really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90127389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/90127389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90127389' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-89846285</id><published>2003-02-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T08:54:58.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet one more. I'm submitting this one tomorrow. look, mark, no lens flare. ya happy now??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89846285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89846285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89846285' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-89846091</id><published>2003-02-27T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T08:50:54.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“The road to Hell is paved with good intentions . . .” C.S. Lewis’ words have never been so apt since the publication of his novel “The Screwtape Letters.” &gt;“El Crimen del Padre Amaro,” Carlo’s Carrera’s film about an idealistic young priest who is assigned to a parish in a modest Mexico provincial town, is based on an 1875 Portugese novel of the same name, and has been duly updated to fit the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89846091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89846091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89846091' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-89495488</id><published>2003-02-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T06:23:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally done. whew.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89495488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89495488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89495488' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-89146179</id><published>2003-02-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T08:08:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: SPOILERS (hey man, i tried not to, but i cant rant properly without em)Just saw “Daredevil.” It’s pretty bad. What a disappointment, too, with Director Mark Steven Johnson claiming to have a profound love for the character. Well, I’m probably not a “passionate” as you say you are, Mr. Director, but I do know one thing for certain: Matt Murdock would never, never, (let me say that one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89146179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/89146179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89146179' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-88849235</id><published>2003-02-10T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T09:48:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that telephone cord wound around your neck? check to see if its marked KEKA.aw yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88849235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88849235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88849235' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-88806718</id><published>2003-02-09T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T10:35:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my sister Maggie has just directed her first short film. Its based on a short story by Adrian Tomine entitled “2 a.m.” I’m so proud of what she’s done; she wrote the entire thing, and totally reworked the plot and the dialogue to fit the setting and the actors; and set everything else up: the cast, the place, borrowing the camera and tripod, the editing, etc. She took charge of everything, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88806718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88806718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88806718' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-88522852</id><published>2003-02-04T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T01:39:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think of a witty headline chris, think . . .oh diba. standing in. glorious job.jodie: stop taking pictures of me . . . uh, what'd you say your name was?dina to jean garcia: just act natural. he's at it with the camera again. hhhmmm. can't think of anything funny to say about laurice guillen sleeping on the job.sige, emote ka pa dyan john llyod.woah. you can act, sing, dance and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88522852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88522852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88522852' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-88200275</id><published>2003-01-28T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T21:31:29.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from a friend . . .Hellow! Star Cinema Productions Inc. is looking for more brainstormers! Just thought you might be interested... Or please pass this around. Anyone from filmmakers, to writers, teachers, students, media practitioners, theater artists, poets, actors, lawyers, athletes, housewives, priests.... as long as you have a good knowledge of Filipino movies and cinema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88200275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88200275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88200275' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-88097299</id><published>2003-01-27T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T06:36:13.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo! more MORAL goodness!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88097299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/88097299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88097299' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87908563</id><published>2003-01-23T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T09:44:05.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, ok, i gave in, so what . . .name : Michael Christopher P. Costellobirthdate : June 21, 1980birthplace : Cagayan de Oro City current location : my living room eye color : dark brown hair color : really dark brown, bordering on black righty or lefty : right zodiac sign : gemini/cancer; yes,  im schizo. so am i. innie or outtie : innie..series two// favorites music : U2, elliot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87908563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87908563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87908563' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87830654</id><published>2003-01-22T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T00:16:06.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember how the name of the computer in 2001: A Space Odyssey was H.A.L.?take the next letter in alphabetical sequence of those three letters and add em up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87830654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87830654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87830654' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87829905</id><published>2003-01-21T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T23:46:40.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a little high on the sopranos . . .Episode 1Uncle Junior: You may run North Jersey but you don't run your Uncle Junior. How many f**king hours did I spend playing catch with you!?Episode 1Christopher: Louis Brazzi sleeps with the fishes.Big Pussy: Luca Brazzi. Luca...Christopher: Whatever.Episode 1Dr. Melfi: With today's pharmacology, no one needs to suffer with feelings of exhaustion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87829905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87829905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87829905' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87626095</id><published>2003-01-17T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T21:15:25.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you twist and turn away.It you tear yourself in two again.If I could, yes I wouldIf I could, I would let it go.Surrender, dislocate.If I could throw this lifeless life-line to the wind.Leave this heart of clay, see you walk, walk awayInto the night, and through the rainInto the half light and through the flame.If I could, through myself, set your spirit freeI'd lead your heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87626095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87626095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87626095' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87362562</id><published>2003-01-13T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T10:05:35.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im tired. mentally and physically exhausted. i feel old, and i think my body's giving up on me. ive got creaky joints and a sore knee. oh, and i have to get up at 4 a.m. tomorrow. goodnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87362562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87362562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87362562' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87258450</id><published>2003-01-11T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T01:21:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY GOD.RETURN OF THE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87258450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87258450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87258450' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-87148795</id><published>2003-01-08T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T20:30:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is christmas . . .(this is something i wrote a few weeks ago, but didnt publish immediately because i thought it was too sappy. But i decided too, anyway--obviously)It seems so much more peaceful over here in. Its a very small city, and extremely simple, and this is exactly itsallure. I walk to most destinations, rely on ice-cold showers and don’t really feel the magnetic pull of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87148795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/87148795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87148795' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-86995207</id><published>2003-01-05T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T22:33:00.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im in a bragging mood. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86995207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86995207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86995207' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-86871066</id><published>2003-01-03T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T02:18:52.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2002 wasnt that bad a year. i have some regrets, yes, but i still think i will remember most of it was positive. I must say, 2003 hasnt started out too well though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86871066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86871066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86871066' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-86748590</id><published>2002-12-31T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T02:22:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the F-?What’s the deal with presentations during family gatherings? Its always eat, eat, "and now for the next part of our program . . ." as if the annual Christmas dinner is something to be broadcast all over the Philippines. Then we are forced to sit through countless dance numbers by cousins and relatives swaying their hips to The Ketchup Song or belting out "Someone’s Always Saying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86748590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86748590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86748590' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-86747788</id><published>2002-12-31T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T06:24:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i heard that Mano Po won best movie and decided to give it a fair chance and watch it before crying "foul!" The best thing about Mano Po is the opening credits. Most everything else is a joke. Joel Lamangan isnt as capable a director as mother lily assumed: he tells us a story of a chinese family by showing us mao shirts and red dragons sculptures and burning incense and penciling in fake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86747788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86747788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86747788' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-86620375</id><published>2002-12-28T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T01:29:40.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspired by a recent thread on the Hey Comics! Forum, I will thus revert into the drooling, maniacal and insatiable fanboy that I really am, and I humbly apologize to all you non-comic readers out there for this outburst. Superman is the first comic book hero, and up to today, is the one every super-powered individual measures himself up to. Yes, he of the cleft chin and the ever present </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86620375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/86620375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86620375' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-85987216</id><published>2002-12-14T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T03:00:31.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many people continually dismiss Stephen King as nothing but a horror writer. I actually consider him to be one of the greatest authors living. I have read 19 of his books, from “It,” to “The Shining,” from  “The Stand,” to “Needful Things,” from  “Insomnia” to “The Green Mile,” each one as distinct and as powerful as the last.  I can enumerate numerous continuing themes that run through his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85987216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85987216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85987216' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-85985877</id><published>2002-12-14T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T01:31:45.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHAMELESS!  and proud . . .i dont know . . . i think its becoming a habit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85985877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85985877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85985877' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-85630806</id><published>2002-12-06T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T23:25:05.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spam mail of the week:I'm trying to find my mother's childhood friend. She goes by the name Chis and my mother's name is Kimberly Fleck. A couple of years back she lost touch with her cause she had moved and lost her address with the Christmas card that she sent to her. I know that she would really like to get in touch with her again, cause alot has happened since she talked to her last. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85630806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85630806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85630806' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-85412166</id><published>2002-12-02T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T19:24:54.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on set, I work with a guy named Christian Vallez. for some strange reason, direk has started calling him Chris, and I have been relegated to last name status: “Costello! make that baby cry!”So you can realize me and my overly sensitive nature reacting to the fact that someone else stole (haha) my name from me, even though I had claim to it at least 1 year before the second chris came along (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85412166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/85412166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85412166' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-84928522</id><published>2002-11-22T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T08:19:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you like them apples?DOWN, by the Pin-up Girls won the NU rock award for best video of the year, much to the chagrin of all the *cough*jologs*cough* present in the audience, and my god, is that saying a lot. and who did they cheer for? oh yeah, that utterly forgettable slapshock video for that song no one really remembers, and that cheese video that causes projectile vomiting after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/84928522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/84928522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84928522' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-84653382</id><published>2002-11-17T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T07:17:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now able to scratch an item off my list of things to do before i die . . .with her fiery and all-conSuming pAssion foR the beAuty of creation, micH remains one of the philippines’ Most dedicatEd artists and undIsputably, its grEatest up-and-coming fashion designeR.  laboring tirelessly at perfecting her craft, more often than not, one finds her hard at Work, her masterpIeces fiLLing her scaled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/84653382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/84653382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84653382' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83999693</id><published>2002-11-04T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T03:59:06.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the last time I dressed up for Halloween was when I was four. I was a cowboy, katie was a white lady and colleen was a clown. maggie was stuck at home being a baby, because well, she actually was. this time at least. I don’t remember it at all, yet I do know that it did happen, as I have a faded picture of it hidden somewhere.  Hemingways (hahaha! I love FLIP’s letter column), I don’t regret </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83999693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83999693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83999693' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83999046</id><published>2002-11-04T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T03:35:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as you all know, I have been extremely busy working as a production assistant on the set of marilou diaz-abaya’s “moral now.”"ok, now when i say 'action,' you guys start making out . . ."as of right now, I am having so much more fun on set than I did during the filming of “bagong buwan.” now that I think about it, its amazing that most of us didn’t go insane by the end of the third week we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83999046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83999046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83999046' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83818688</id><published>2002-10-31T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T03:27:11.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"when i was a child i dreamt of childish things . . ."what i wouldnt give to be six years old again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83818688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83818688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83818688' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83347859</id><published>2002-10-22T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T05:27:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SNL's Tina Fey on Christina Aguilera's video "Dirrty:""Has anybody seen the new Christina Aguilera video? I think it gave my TV genital warts." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83347859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83347859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83347859' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83257001</id><published>2002-10-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T10:50:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was having this discussion with a friend the other day: what movies make you cry every time? and at which scene specifically?i can answer that pretty easily. I start tearing up at that part in RUDY, where sean astin, after 3 previous tries and failures, finally gets into Notre Dame. its also because of a personal reason I guess, cause my dad went to ND for college, and was on the track team. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83257001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83257001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83257001' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83214739</id><published>2002-10-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T08:17:58.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going through my photo album from new york recently, and I was feeling a little sentimental about the whole experience. I got out my list of e-mail addresses of the friends I made there and wrote them all a semi-long letter, and ended it saying “please write back.” does that sound pathetic? well, I just don’t really wanna lose touch with all of them. they were the nicest, most patient (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83214739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83214739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83214739' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-83025536</id><published>2002-10-15T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T11:52:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very few things shock me. princess diana's death did. so did the attacks on september 11th. finding out that harvey updated his blog was a big shocker too. but my god, what happened today made me jump off my couch and start screaming expletives at the television screen, prompting a few neighbors to complain about the noise level.it was a routine basketball game, something i wouldnt really watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83025536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/83025536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83025536' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82926889</id><published>2002-10-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T12:00:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82926889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82926889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82926889' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82723213</id><published>2002-10-08T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T10:51:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so im torpe. lets all laugh about it now and then not bring it up anymore, please?--------------oh, so jamie lee curtis could actually be "james lee curtis?," ahnuld, you made out with A MAN!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82723213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82723213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82723213' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82586820</id><published>2002-10-06T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T00:51:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vengeance is a bitch------------------HOW SWEET IT IS!!!! one big FIVE? more like one big joke. and that doesnt even make sense. way to go Ateneo! my throat is aching from all that screaming yesterday, and my shoulder is sore from keeping that raised fist up in the air that long. but who the hell cares? we won.  we won, and i was there. i said it once, and ill say it again. im so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82586820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82586820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82586820' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82510235</id><published>2002-10-04T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T03:50:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"it's ok sweetie, it happens."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82510235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82510235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82510235' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82370887</id><published>2002-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T09:44:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>joey picked me up at my place last night at around 2:30. we drive all the way to araneta, and move in to park the car when we notice a crowd of people lining up for UAAP tickets. me: "hey, at least we know there really are insanely loyal people like us out there."joey: "i wonder if there are more ateneans than la sallites in that crowd?"as we draw closer, i start to notice things. the crowd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82370887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82370887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82370887' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82270821</id><published>2002-09-29T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T07:38:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got home from the game. heartbreaking. still, you can say what you want about the blue eagles, but they played with all their hearts today, turning a 20 point deficit into a difference of three points at one time. good hustle, guys. im still proud of you.------------there are two notable blogs you guys must visit. one is by a guy who is this close to putting out his own eyeball. just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82270821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82270821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82270821' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82048167</id><published>2002-09-24T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T09:02:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since i quit my job at juice a few days ago (for a number of reasons, including the fact that i cannot afford to not be paid anymore, and moral 2002 is in its pre-production stage), i havent been able to use my spiffy calling card (haha) so here it is:-------------had yet another pre-prod meeting today. we discussed the scheduling of the big name actors (lorna tolentino, gina alajar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82048167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82048167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82048167' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82003128</id><published>2002-09-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T11:01:04.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do i hate thee, slapshock? let me count the ways . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82003128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82003128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82003128' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-82002906</id><published>2002-09-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T10:55:46.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hhhmmm. what to talk about. ---------------my last moral meeting was long and tiring, as usual. mainly consisted of direk assigning positions and odd jobs to us, questioning inconsistencies in the script ( a 1 year medical student does not dissect frogs. come on, that shit is done in high school.), me reading comics under the table, hiding from boss allan's stare, darwin slapping me on the back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82002906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/82002906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82002906' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81951616</id><published>2002-09-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T08:31:47.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess who just passed 1,000 page views? :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81951616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81951616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81951616' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81830670</id><published>2002-09-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T10:44:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wonder who this girl could be talking about?Don’t always assume that you know people. I, for one, have always known that these people aren’t as superior as they think they are. To start of, they all keep web blogs.Oh that’s not so indie of you, is it?oh you guys. i didnt know you were so superior. i know for a fact that im not. hahaha. and if you wanna know who said this, text me, ill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81830670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81830670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81830670' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81824250</id><published>2002-09-19T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T11:20:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my epic battle with noel veraover at www.pinoydvd.com is a very interesting thread about the movie signs. what started out as a generic opinion board has mutated into a full blown word war. and i started it, due to something mr. vera said about the movie. his quote and our dialogue follows: Noel:  "The characterization is equally odd if not odder. Joaquin Phoenix lives with Gibson, and for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81824250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81824250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81824250' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81728830</id><published>2002-09-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:51:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my sisters left early today at around 4:30. we all brought them to the airport. and just as predicted, i had a very hard time fighting back the tears. i miss em already. and just to get a comments thread started . . ."legs" de veyra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81728830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81728830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81728830' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81668299</id><published>2002-09-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T10:01:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha! nicely done . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81668299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81668299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81668299' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81629107</id><published>2002-09-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:37:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just developed my latest roll of film. so now ive got a shitload of images to post, covering dates and occassions ive been referring to for a while now. ill elaborate with each picture.-------------as ive said before, paul e. invited us to his despidida, our last chance to mingle with him before he hits greatness. heres the loveable genius. and that's paul on the left.and just look at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81629107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81629107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81629107' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81591979</id><published>2002-09-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:41:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> just realized the funniest thing. our dear friend mookie katigbak looks exactly like avril levigne, she of that musical opus "complicated."and if that picture doesnt convince you, this one will. hahaha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81591979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81591979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81591979' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81466646</id><published>2002-09-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T23:46:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exactly one year ago, i was in new york with some friends for a film course when two planes slammed into the world trade center, resulting in the deaths of over 3,000 people. i sent the following email to my family and closest friends one day after it happened. (the pictures are all mine, taken around 10 minutes after the second tower fell).-----------------Hi guys,first off, im safe, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81466646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81466646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81466646' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81313908</id><published>2002-09-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:38:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its the worlds most addictive dance! doing the OZZY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81313908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81313908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81313908' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703858.post-81306906</id><published>2002-09-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T00:03:24.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its my little sister maggie's birthday today! happy birthday! and she's going to  loooooove my gift. hehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81306906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703858/posts/default/81306906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81306906' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177180639492167041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
