In BRUG We Trust: Spreading bacteria, one word at a time. - After five million years of no-show writer's block entries.

Describe your neighborhood.

Well, well, well.

Honestly, I don't live in a castle with golden gates and laser locks or live with 47836483 slaves and gigantic menageries. Although I make it seem like I really do, well, I just have a wild imagination.

I grew up in a sorta low-middle class neighborhood. There are no parks, no huge trees, no clean, spacious driveways. Garbage is a constant problem and roadkill and/or animal waste is just an ordinary sight. I never complained though.

My house is pretty much a far cry from the street. Its like an office stock room. We have papers from everywhere. We do have our share of pests but I never really freak out. Its a normal thing. There are also toys and dvds EVERYWHERE.

Our friends like to hangout here because its cozy and fun despite all the mess.

We may not be rich but we know how to live with what we have. If ever we do have a few luxuries, we like to share them.

No matter how disgusting the street looks, no matter how the messy the flood gets, no matter how it seems like entering hell hole...


This is where I grew up.








and I'm proud of it.

*brugudug.HOMIE*