Tarot card reading in the hands of Piolo-lookie-lookie...
Last Friday, as Coulrophobic Clown and I were enjoying a meal and eagerly awaiting our past life reading; he was eyeing me... (ok, he was eyeing us...) Then, of course, out of my peripheral vision, I was already checking out his buff bod and nice, cherry lips. He definitely looks like Mr Dreamboy-Piolo Pascual! Then I could hardly believe my luck when the waiter said that the person who's doing the past life reading wasn't there and we were ushered in another table with Mr. Piolo. Ok... heart-a-beating.... thug-thug-thug... I calmly seated myself across from him and so began our tarot card reading session.
I can scarcely remember all that he told me but a vivid image was his very concentrated look and I can really tell he was having a hard time. Having only two words in my head clearly was of no help. During the reading the words "ANG GWAPO!" is running a thread in my cerebrum. I think he was able to read his mind.
In the love area, I remembered that he told me that my type in men was, "Clean, boy next door, choova..." It took a lot of mental effort to just blurt out.... "You, I like you!" I was only able to pick some words from my reading and Coulrophobic Clown had to reiterate what Lance (yup! that's Piolo lookie's name) mentioned in the various card spreads.
I think it's a crime to have a very pogi psychic tarot card reader... it's like having a beautiful and good looking priest during confession. There has to be psychic stall just like a confessional box to hide such beauty. And up until now I am trying to dig deep in my mind to remember his advices but clearly... all I can distinctly remember are his voice, his face and his hands! hayyyy....
But when it was Coulrophobic Clown's turn, his reading went smoothly. It must be the lust! That's the reason why I got a very mangled reading! hehehe...
Last Friday, as Coulrophobic Clown and I were enjoying a meal and eagerly awaiting our past life reading; he was eyeing me... (ok, he was eyeing us...) Then, of course, out of my peripheral vision, I was already checking out his buff bod and nice, cherry lips. He definitely looks like Mr Dreamboy-Piolo Pascual! Then I could hardly believe my luck when the waiter said that the person who's doing the past life reading wasn't there and we were ushered in another table with Mr. Piolo. Ok... heart-a-beating.... thug-thug-thug... I calmly seated myself across from him and so began our tarot card reading session.
I can scarcely remember all that he told me but a vivid image was his very concentrated look and I can really tell he was having a hard time. Having only two words in my head clearly was of no help. During the reading the words "ANG GWAPO!" is running a thread in my cerebrum. I think he was able to read his mind.
In the love area, I remembered that he told me that my type in men was, "Clean, boy next door, choova..." It took a lot of mental effort to just blurt out.... "You, I like you!" I was only able to pick some words from my reading and Coulrophobic Clown had to reiterate what Lance (yup! that's Piolo lookie's name) mentioned in the various card spreads.
I think it's a crime to have a very pogi psychic tarot card reader... it's like having a beautiful and good looking priest during confession. There has to be psychic stall just like a confessional box to hide such beauty. And up until now I am trying to dig deep in my mind to remember his advices but clearly... all I can distinctly remember are his voice, his face and his hands! hayyyy....
But when it was Coulrophobic Clown's turn, his reading went smoothly. It must be the lust! That's the reason why I got a very mangled reading! hehehe...
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