Firstly, if you've ever heard
"Better late than never",
you'd better believe in it.

You won't wanna know why, but I'll just repeat my bitter experience to comfort my sore heart..
I was supposed to meet up with kaki at Novena MRT at 1.30pm to get some stuff, and as usual, I woke up pretty late(1.20pm, haha).. I rearranged with her to meet at 2pm instead cus I thought I could make it if I rushed. When I arrived at the station near my house, the LCD TV screen read that the Boon Lay train just so coincidentally pulled in not long ago and is about to leave, with the next train coming in 8 minutes. Of course, I wasn't gonna let some train timing schedule mess up my day. In a fluster, I hurried up the escalator and just when I was about to reach the top, the accident happened. My right leg was not lifted high enough to overcome the next step and unfortunately, the sharp end of the step sorta sliced through the flesh of my big toe. I fell, obviously, on my knees, in the middle of the still moving escalator, my whole body, immobilized, travelling up and up. I practically blacked out for a moment, with the attention of everyone behind me totally captured. I bounced up instantly, brushing the matter off my mind, and scrambled into the train just on time. Inside, I panted profusely, refusing to even glimpse at the damage my toe has gotten into. I thought it would be a few minor scratches, until when i looked down, I saw a pool of red liquid forming on my slipper. Lifting my toe up slowly, I witnessed drops of blood dripping down onto the silver surface of my slipper. I was completely stunned. I really didn't know what to do. There wasn't any seats available in the rather crowded train and I did not wanna attract anymore unecessary attention by asking for help. I hastily took a piece of tissue out from my bag, hoping to bend down and let the tissue absorb all the blood before it overflows and drips onto the ground itself but there wasn't any chance. I was already desperate and there was nothing I could possibly do. Then, I alighted at Lavender Station, limping helplessly towards a bench. Without anymore delay, I slipped the tissue below my toe, allowing the blood to soak it whatsoever, and grabbed another, pressing hard on the wound to cease the bleeding. I left it under that poor toe and rummaged through my bag, searching for a plaster but to no avail. At that moment, I realized what misery felt like. I never felt that way before- so lonely, so vulnerable. I guess no one will ever understand how I felt at that juncture. Singaporeans aren't very helpful either, many walked pass, basically just staring at my actions, and the blood, and did not offer any help. Fine, I thought to myself. Whatever, I shall be independent. At least I know that I would help someone in need whenever I see one, not like those unfeeling creatures. I sat there, waiting for the intense pain to settle. For fifteen minutes, I watched people walk pass happily, in and out of the trains, and I really hoped someone could come and help me. But yeah, I didn't expect much from anyone. Those people sitting around the bench didn't even offer their place to a pregnant lady who was busy finding a place to rest, much less ask me if I needed any help. But I couldn't bother much about that cus I did not even know what was I to do? I was alone in this place I hardly knew. Gawsh. Then, kaki called, telling me that she might not be able to meet up anymore and I just went sick.. Deciding to head back home, I boarded the next Pasir Ris train and hobbled spiritlessly back home.