Sunday morning in Cubao. Early risers leave beds unmade, contemplating whether they should go back to sleep after their first cup of coffee; the sweet dreams they had at dawn still linger in their minds. The streets are quiet, stalls open shop late. Even the pets raise their heads briefly and then lower them to their blankets once again. Everyone is thinking of repasting at lunch rather than breakfast. Only the sun is raring to cross the sky and get the day going.