The MRT Experience

After a very long time, I once braved the claws of MRT again.

It was a Saturday and yet there were a lot of people rushing in and out of the train. MRT never fails to amaze me. So there, I hopped in the train at around 5:30pm and was bound to Shaw Boulevard to meet my friends. I was beating the 6pm call time so I would not be late. But it seemed to me that I was destined to be late anyway. What happened next was beyond my control.

When I reached Ayala Avenue Station, I started feeling a little uneasy. I started losing my hearing sense on my right ear and I started seeing an episodes of black out. But overall, I was still a bit okay. It was only when I reached Guadalupe Station that the symptoms persisted. I could not breathe anymore and with every breath that I took, all I could say was "Fuck!" The people in the train looked at me, but I could not see their expressions because my vision was becoming a lot blurry that it was. I could hear a buzz on both of my ears, it was crazy. I could catch some of the words that people in the train were saying, but I could not make sense out of them. I told myself that I could go through it until I reached Shaw Boulevard, which is only one station away. I could still stand anyway. But boy, I was wrong.

Guadalupe to Shaw Boulevard Station was the longest MRT ride I've ever experienced. The symptoms were getting worse. I could not stand anymore. I felt sudden weakness and numbing of my hands and feet. I started perspiring like a basketball player. Then a concerned citizen advised me to get off Boni station (station after Guadalupe) first so that I could get some fresh air. I conceded to his advice. When I got off the train, everything went blank. I knew right there and then that I passed out. Though I could still hear some of the voices that were talking to me, they were all hazy just like how it was in some movie scenes wherein a character passed out. I could not reply to their questions. I did not have the energy to do so. I was helpless. And that was the worst feeling ever.

I do not know how long I was in the hazy state of nothingness. But I can remember that there are still some people who have the heart to help other people in need. With that, I am starting to believe in humanity again. And yes, I am not going to brave the MRT again. Not ever.