When Shakespeare said "if music be the food of love, play on", he definitely wasn't living in a house full of teenaged boys with a whole band set up in the spare room.

This post is dedicated to the senses... i'll let you piece together some of what is being signalled to my brain right now.

Sounds:

Tooting horns and the constant grunting of engines from the never ending flow of traffic.

Chickens squabbling. Chickens are also the only birds that seem to be around.

Children at play.

Rhythmic bouncing of basket balls off the concrete.

Constant shouts from strangers of, "Hey Rastafarian", "Do you know how to sing 'Frozen'?", "Hey Bob Marley's sister", "Are you Jamaican?".

Boys on musical instruments... with a house full of music loving teenagers the place is always booming.

Taste: 

Fresh Tropical fruit! need i say more?

Mayonnaise- its currently my favorite condiment.

that burnt sweet taste of caramelised bananas on bamboo skewers.

Touch: 

Humidity hanging around you like a shower curtain.

The suns warmth radiating radiating through you.

Dust setting it's self on you like a new layer of skin.

The wet droplets of sweat as it forms on your skik.

Smell: 

That pungent smell of urine in the alley way. 

Clammy body odour. 

Air laced with burning fuel. 

Fish frying on the street side.
Sweet smell of freshly sliced mangoes

That sticky sweet scent of caramelising sugar.

Sight:
Teenage boys lounging around in front of the telly or out under shade with earphones plugged it their ears, lost within the trance of music. 

Bustling market places full of trading stalls.

Open gutters

Uneven pathways

... the above is just an inventory of some of the hustle and bustle of life here in the Philippines...