life & hooters with old people

been calling sg a lot recently

manda, anne, ty, claire...

somehow i just need to know life's stable.
that the friends i've know for 10 years are still the same
and give the usual mumbo-jumbo advice to life's problems
and meddle with their love life

its odd how certain things have changed.
like we were all brought up in the same environment
look at how different we turned out.

new friends are good
old friends are better : )

but i still love the AH people.

haha. maybe i've used up my quota of close and true friends
like the kind i know i can depend upon.
so that's why i can't find any here.

there's a saying, if you want a friend, be a friend
maybe i'm just too tired to go and be one.

on a lighter, less emo note,
i have to submit a proposal for a restaurant set up in manly

and i asked bill for ideas

"hello?"
"help. i need a restaurant idea for manly"
"oh ok.... what does manly have then?"
"sun, sea, sex, sand? don't like beach theme though"
"ok so there's just sea. and sex....
...
how about... hooters?"

seriously, can guys ever stop thinking about girls in hot pants and tank tops???

i still haven't gotten a good idea yet.

i'm begining to think maybe hooter's might be a good idea
except for the fact that tourists that come here may be
...little old ladies
who decide 'oh my goodness gracious me, that place looks very lively. let's go there shall we?' but without their specs they can't see nuts until they arrive at the doorstep and the hostess greets them, then they may get a heart attack when they see her enormous perky bossom.

...and perverty old men.
then skarlley later all my waitresses zhao-ed because of sexual harrasment. like the perverty old men want to feel young again. so they go and take viagra before entering hooters. and then they rape my waitresses...

THEN HOW??? i will have to perform like, a zillion CPRs and a zillion more job interviews...

better not...