As I was riding a cab from Ortigas just a few minutes ago, I found it amusing how, at two in the morning, the city still buzzes with life. People were loitering outside their buildings, perhaps taking a break. A spa was still open. There were people eating hotdogs at 7-11.

And I -- I was coming from a hotel where our producers are spending the night, and clutching a voice-over tape ready for editing at the office where I was headed to. I was one with the city that is busy at night.

Just a quick reflection: what could be the concerns of other people who work at late-night? The concerns of young men like me--having no family to feed--are a lot more different than people whose families depend on them.

The city that works at night is perhaps a sign of the times: we live at a time when days are not enough. To feed the family, to simply survive, we've had to squeeze what we can even from hours that prove ungodly--or, if it were just possible, even more than 24.