Cold Chocolate Does Not Melt

I've had enough of shit.  Seriously.  Enough with all the shit.  When I got home the day before, I somehow found myself suspiciously stinking of it.  I had spotted some horseshit on the street some hours before and despite my best efforts, I must have been unable to avoid it, and I thought that was it--but lo and behold!  Apparently (no, I did not shit myself, though that would have been interesting), I had stepped on cow-sized-shit-dog-shit.  Half of my right shoe is covered in it.  So how the hell did I not notice?  It's been raining on and off and the soil has now turned soft enough to mold.  Yeah, shit in Cebu didn't stay wet long.   They dried up like polvoron and didn't pose as much of a threat as the moist ones.  Hmmm.  The things you miss.

They say it's going to get really cold this week.  I used to dream about living in a place that fogs.  I wanted fogs in specific.  Something about it felt ethereal [years of brainwashing (Tagalog films, Dat's Entertainment, Magandang Gabi Bayan, etc)].

Pirates of the Caribean one.  What a film!

So, what's better than death by chocolate?  Death by lechon kawali?  Death lechon?  Death by pinakupsan?  Death by buwad?