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Pug Angels
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Check out a website I just did...

http://www.pugangels.com

All for a great cause:

A little bit about them:
Pug Angels is committed to animal welfare and the well being of all animals breeds by providing financial support to challenge animal protection laws and raising awareness through educational tools. Pug Angels was formed by a group of like minded people who own and love pugs. Everything is run by volunteers.


August 4, 2008 | 8:32 PM Comments  1 comments

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e's first blog post
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below is e's first post... his side of the story as he explains it to my bro...
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Haha our weekend got really interesting last night at around 10:30. We were driving back home from my parents and you know how they live up there in Stoufville area with no streets lights or anything. It was pitch dark and raining. So we were driving and all of a sudden I see this pick up truck in my rear view mirror. So I speed up a little then he changes lanes and tries to get beside us driving in the other lane. So I thought he wanted to go at it. So I floor the gas pedal and before you know it I was doing 120 in a 50 zone (at one point I saw 120, it could’ve been more)

So then the pick up truck gets behind us and as I’m trying to make a left turn I see all these lights go off on his truck. So I’m like “ohhh shit, it’s a cop”

But he had a pick up truck and not a normal cop car and it was dark so I couldn’t see if he had any police signs and such on his truck.

So anyways I pull over and he stops behind us and at this point Monica’s freaking out and we’re wondering if it’s actually a cop or just a random sick person trying to play a game and there were no cars or lights where we stopped.

So then I see a flashlight in the mirror getting closer to the car. So this guy (in a cop uniform) asks for my driver’s license and insurance and at this point both Monica and I kept telling him that we weren’t sure if he was a cop or just some guy trying to chase us or something, that’s why I was speeding to get away from him.

So he goes to his car and comes back after like 5 mins. And then Monica told him that we were on the phone with our Moms wishing them a happy Mother’s Day and weren’t watching how fast the car was going. So he said it would cost us $240 and 4 points for this. And in my head I’m thinking “I need a ride to work tomorrow morning” because going 70 over speed limit is considered “racing” right? And they’ll take your car away? Haha

But anyways, he said he’s being nice to us and we’re free to go. But that was a pretty freaky few mins for both of us.

So that’s the story.

May 12, 2008 | 11:33 AM Comments  0 comments

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ankle sprain and past thoughts
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e and i were just going over some past blog posts of mine and ... wait.. hold on.. rewind.. e was just playing a basketball game on playstation and i was reading out loud my past blog posts.. and we both came to the conclusion that it was great of me to keep record of stuff that happened.. in everyday errands, you tend to forget the little details of what goes on in your life.. not that you want to forget because its still stored away in some corner of your mind.. but its just that life gets busy and u get stuck making new memories. tonight i realised that blogging was really worth it. i also realised how much better my writing habits were. u dont have to be a great writer to blog. anyone can do it. the more you practise it, the better you become at telling stories. e's watching jay leno and its sort of blocking my thoughts from coming out beneath my fingertips on the keyboard. im remembering that course i took in university. the best course by far. even better than all my design courses. the creative writing online course at york really helped to bring out my inner blogger. notice how i said blogger and not wrinter? times have changed.. change is good donkey! each day we were given a half hour (yes it was timed online) to type .. and type. we were told by our proff that we couldn't hit the delete button. what a great concept! you might think something you typed was boring.. but to someone else.. its part of the story. in that half hour we were asked to type whatever came to our minds. anything at all really.. there were no restrictions.. whether you wanted to talk about what u ate for breakfast, what u had planned for the weekend, what you dreamed about last night.. etc. our proff and classmates were open to anything. "look at ur face!" says emad... hehe im concentrating really hard now. and there is a perfect example of what my proff wanted. change in writing.. u could be talking about one thing in a sentence.. and then the next sentence u could be talking about something totally different. this keeps the reader interested. so today's good friday.. not for me though. i celebrate easter at the end of april. by the way.. i dont think ive blogged about our new house yet! yes we bought a house! and were moving soon. were super duper excited!!! today ppl came over to our condo to check it out. i think we've found potential renters! we can finally finish up what we slowly started--packing. oh how fan eh? NOT! ive never moved in my life.. and lemme tell u.. it is quite an experience. ill prolly cry when we leave here.. i get attached to things easily. im attached to teddy now.. were sitting right next to eachother.. his foot is up. ohhhh here is what my subject line says.. e sprained his ankle! get this. he was trying to act like his boi lebron james.. and he tried to dunk really kewl... and he fell on his ankle and sprained it. he comes home and ices it on wednesday night... when we woke up on thursday he could barely walk on it.. then he went to work.. and then that night we went to his parents house to celebrate persian new year.. happy narooz btw. oh shoot i keep forgetting! its spelt norooz! see how im not deleting? because i dont care.. i have nothing to hide! so anyway today (friday) comes. oh wait it will be saturday soon because its 11:57. anyway. we went to the hospital.. we checked in the emergency room.. the nurse asked if it was sprained or broken.. at this point we figured it was sprained. "still typing babe?" says e.. YES!!! back to my story.. so she took his temperature by sticking this long thing under his tongue.. then she took his blood pressure.. everything was normal.. his temp was i think 37.8? and then get this.. we waited 4 hours.. FOUR hours to see a doctor! i understand that its good friday and most ppl aren't working.. but still.. 4 hours man! in this long period of time we saw yucky stuff.. old ppl, young ppl, babies.. nothing was pretty. i hate hospitals and today reminded me how much i hate being there. hahahaha theres a new michelina's commercial.. heeeyyy michelina's. eww there was this old woman who came in by herself.. and she was baaadly burned in the face. there was a really nice big fishtank in the waiting room.. that was the only nice thing.. the nurses and doctors were a little on the mean side. i feel like im not getting anywhere.. i feel like i need a whatsitcalled to this story.. a climax i think its called. why cant i write about a climax? it seems like each story should have one. so the doc took x'rays.. turns out its not broken.. but its all bruised and black'n'blue. u can see the pic ive uploaded.. please just refer to that. and then after the hospital we rushed home to meet up with the potential condo renters.. my mom came too. and then we went over to my parents house.. and my bro and chrissy were there.. it was good to see them :) he's moving too! and uhh now were home.. somewhere in there is the climax and i guess its e's ankle. he's eating cheese again. haha speaking of cheese.. those cheese commercials are so cheesy! getting actors to sing about cheese.. haha but they make ppl laugh. im tired of typing. kiko is on his spiderman bed trying to sleep.. i duno why that little guy scratches his bed and turns round and round until he finds his special spot to sleep in.. he is such a character. tomorrow we have lots to do.. maybe ill write about it.. tomorrow.. or today.. its 12:05 and im done my blogging. out.