
What was supposed to be just a chill night out with friends turned into something surprisingly spiritual-ish. My Britney Army friends and I decided to head to Malate for some ramen cravings, and of course, we ended up at the ever-reliable Erra’s Ramen House—cheap, tasty, and perfect for late-night catch-ups. 🍜💬
But here’s where the night got... interesting. As we were slurping our bowls, a random palm reader—or should I say aura reader—approached us and offered to read our fortunes. One by one, habang may sabaw pa sa bibig, we had our palms read.
At first, it was just funny. We were giggling, making jokes, and poking fun at each other’s "fate." But then, some of the things he said started hitting a little too close to home. 😳 Personal stuff. Past events. And yes, even some truths that we didn’t expect him to pick up on. Coincidence? Intuition? Hula-hula magic?
When we got back to my condo, we couldn't stop talking about it. Half of us were spooked, half were amused. Was it legit? Or was it just a clever hustle? Either way, it made our ramen night unforgettable.
Lesson of the night: You can’t always tell where a good bowl of ramen (and some Britney vibes) will lead you. 🔮💅
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Would we do it again? Maybe. But next time, we’re paying closer attention to who’s reading our aura… and our reactions. 😅