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I really miss the easters of the past... I remember back when i was a bit younger and my parents would actually set up an easter egg hunt for us kids; sadly those days are gone. Way back then, i was a champion. The living room would be rigged as the battleground, the place where i came alive. Eggs were hidden in, over, under and around everything; and no one could dig out as many as me. Maybe it was just because no one else in my family had the same driving hunger as i did for the chocolate. They would take their sweet time and lazily stroll around grabbing any eggs they just happen to see. But me, I would pull out my trusty treasure map, kept and kept secret through the ages, marked with all of the greatest hiding places that i had discovered and would be repeated each year. With my trusty map, i would never fail at claiming the regular egg stowed out of sight in the stationary drawer each year. But it wasn't just my map. If anyone ever came close to my eggs, i would tackle them out of the way and stuff them down my pants, claiming it as my own. I'm a nasty egg-hunter. I wish we could go back to our old ways. I miss the chocolate hunting.

I was in Markham this weekend to visit family for easter. On the way to my grandma's house we came to a busy intersection. The lights were just changing, and a middle aged chinese woman was making her way across the road. As she noticed that a glowing red hand had replaced the white walking sign, she began to trot in hopes of making it across the gap in time. Unfortunately, her trot was actually slower than her regular walking, and used more energy . By the time the opposing light had turned green, she hadn't finished crossing, and so began to once again trot back to the center curbed-island at the intersection, where she planned to take refuge from the passing cars. My little brother and I both found it rather amusing that the distance to the center was greater than the distance it would have been for her to complete her crossing. It became even more comical to us when we saw the dejected look on her face as cars passed her on both sides, and she was stranded, having failed. I laughed for a while. I'm going straight to hell.

We got to my grandma's house where i discovered my 6 year old cousin's toys left on the table. Bakugans. If you've ever heard of them you would know like i do how stupid these little toys are. They're basically yu-gi-oh in the form of plastic toys that can fold into a ball shape so you can roll them. When i saw that my cousin had left them out that day, i scoffed and thought to myself how juvenile these toys are, and how any grown person in their right mind would never fall for the fad. I then proceeded to play with the toys until i went home.