5am. The normal people are just waking up. I can hear the clang of the dishes and pans, the dog barking, the lone rooster crowing…and the swish of my neighbor’s broom outside.

Ah. Normal people. It’s been a while since I’ve considered myself a normal person. I work the graveyard shift, been doing it for almost 2  years  now. So when most people are about to start their day, I am about to end mine.

I spend most of the day sound asleep, waking up only when really necessary. My days start when the sun’s no longer out, when most people are just about to have their last meal of the day.

If it’s my rest day I would wake up around 10 pm, or if I’m really tired, around 11 or 12 midnight. It’s almost like your normal schedule but on a different time line.

I wake up, take a bath, and forage for food. Since there are no malls or vintage stores open at this hour, I am left with the following options:

1. Turn the tv on and channel surf all night.

2. A DVD marathon with any series I’m currently interested in. The last one I watched was The Mentalist, Season 2. I’m the type who wouldn’t leave the screen till I’ve watched all episodes in the disk. Yes, I have that much energy. Lol.

3. Tinker. I have a budding interest in web development so there are nights when all I do is tinker with my existing projects, go over code, and drown myself in countless tutorials from blogs and youtube.

4. Net surf/chat/telebabad. Some of my friends have adapted to my weird schedule. Calls and chats about what’s going on in our lives are done in the wee hours of the morning. Even the ex had to adapt to my sched. Teehee.

5. Drink and be merry. On rare, okay, not so rare occasions, I would go out with friends, hang out at a bar and drink. Depending on the group I’m with it could be drink and videoke, drink and dancing, or just drink and conversation. The latter I usually do with friends from the university, something I don’t get to do a lot nowadays.

Sometimes I think of leaving this job and get the usual 8 to 5pm job. Would a regular job chase away the restlessness that I feel? I have been thinking of moving to a new place but I don’t really know. I thought of Baguio but that plan didn’t really work out. Cebu, maybe?

Makati’s okay, I actually like it here… but there’s this yearning to see and move to another city, another place. A friend said all I needed was a new job, a change of scenery… Maybe she’s right. I’ve outgrown the account and it’s time to move on to greener pastures. Problem is,  I just don’t know where yet.