May 03

Sorry to disappoint, but no, this isn’t a post about freshbytes closing down. :p

No, this is just another weekly post in the freshbytes pile.

So anyway, change happens. Sometimes for the good, but sometimes for the bad. I think sometimes that because change is different it is often accepted poorly, but there are genuinely times that change is for the worse, or, it makes things far worse than they originally were – but that’s for another time. ;)

In any case, something recently changed in Kingston; the Cheesecake Shop closed down, and Dominoes opened up.

Now, when I say the end of an era, the cheesecake shop had a special importance to me, because back in Year 11, I managed to buy a chocolate mud cake for a very special person.

It was completely hilarious.

So on that ill-fated day back in 2007 (pretty sure it was a wednesday), I went for an early Maccas breakfast with some of the guys. It was also the day of the particularly special person’s birthday, so I knew I had to do something. The cheesecake shop was just around the corner from that particular Maccas, so off I went. Choosing some cake wasn’t easy – oh the sizes, range, types! Chocolate cake, mousse cake, there were so many types of cake to choose from!

In any case, I managed to walk out with some chocolate mud cake.

Upon my arrival at school, I stashed the cake in a teacher’s fridge, ready for the end of the day, and with it, last period maths method with Mr Lineage.

Last method maths arrived, and with it, the most excellent cake. I walked to maths especially early – the day before, I had told Mr Lineage that we were going to do something special, so he’d already setup a table and everything for the cake. I plonked the cake down, took my seat, and waited with bated breath.

(The day before I had also told Adam to bake a cake because Mr Lineage said we had to – by some miracle he believed me, and had also brought along a cake. That he baked himself. LOL.)

Anyway, the moment came, and the very special person walked in. She was taken by surprise, of course – never believing that anyone would have gone to all the trouble. Sure, I didn’t bake mine myself, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

I guess you had to be there, but it was pretty amusing at the time. She ended up eating the caked baked by her own cousin, instead of mine – and that mattered a lot to me at the time, but seems so trivial now). I ate some of mine – it was incredibly tasty and delicious.

And also a lie. (Oops, geek refence here).

Now the cheesecake shop is gone, and there will be no more cake buying for me… Aww. :(

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