The worst ever thing happened to me. And i puked, of all places, at toa payoh train station on my way home. i actually already got off at novena before that, sensing that i was about to puke. i managed to make my way to the toilet. But when i boarded the train again, it proved too much and i couldn't hold it anymore.
After puking my entire dinner out, no one came forward to help me. Everyone just stared at me in disgust as i bent over in pain. All except a filipino who gave me her medicated oil and a malay staff who brought me into their staff room. She was very caring and asked if i needed anything.
A chinese man came in after that and said in a nasty tone that i vomited a lot. He took my IC and said he needed to take down my particulars for formality's sake. Nothing else.
This whole episode made me wonder about singaporeans' attitude towards people in need. What happened to empathy? Or is it just how our society is? Not my business, don't care.
Sad to say, ugly Singaporeans.
