i was 20 minutes late than the usual when i arrived at the mrt station. good thing, i still have my stored value card which saved me from the edsa-long pile of passengers waiting to buy a ticket ride. when i stepped on the escalator, i saw people starting to swarp up on the other side above. this only means one thing, the train already arrived.
i then immediately rushed up to catch it. i forgot how many people i boxed-out off my way. i really didn't care anymore. i was scared that if i will miss this trip, i'll be late for work----again.
then i heard the train doors' buzzer giving its ear-wrecking alarm. but i was still half way up. when i arrived at the end of the stairs, the door already begun closing.
my adrenalin rushed. my thoughts were then just focused on getting inside the train before the door completely closes. my feet flew faster than i am actually pushing it. but the door was almost half close.
voices began to appear telling me, "you can't make it, ewik! stop it now! the door is almost close and you might either get crush between the doors or crash yourself at it." while the other voice is telling me, "of course, you can make it. just believe in yourself! you are almost there. run faster! RUN!"
time was not enough for me to come up with a decision. so choosing the best out of two evils, i opted to push myself in. i didn't really care what might happen. all i could think of was i need to get into that train or else i am doomed!
then i felt the thick metal flooring beneath the sole of my right shoe. i checked if something hit my sides and there was none. everything seemed to be okay. when i have confirmed that both of my feet are now stepping on the aisle of the train. i cried "SUCCESS!"
i made it. i was able to catch the train by almost a second. i felt so proud of myself that i wanted to raise both of my arms and make a graceful bow to my watchful audience. i thought, probably, i wow-ed them with my stunts. but when i turned my eyes to them, i felt something weird. there was this unsual feeling in me telling me that something was wrong.
it actually took me almost 20 seconds standing in the middle of the train before i have realized that all the passengers looking at me were women: darn, i got inside a segragated cart.
although there were still available seats left, i slowly walked away from the aisle and chose to stand up near the door and pretended nothing really shameful happened.
from there, i beared the embarassment while thinking that i still have 6 stations more before i could step off of this awkward situation.
lesson learned: don't rush into things too much. hhhmmmm...