So I spied a queue of people at 10pm last night in my neighbourhood. Not at the supermarket, but the bubble tea shop next to it.

On her way home from the supermarket, my mother passed by an old lady who was sitting on a bench, walking stick by her side. She waved my mother down to sit with her for a chit-chat.

The proper title for this article is actually “In defence of people who have to live in squalor”.

I wonder if it will rain today in the mid-afternoon. It usually does on Good Friday.

It’s stopped raining. The birds at the bird shop in my neighbourhood are in full chirp.

My mother has just made her way to the store to buy biscuits. Masked up.

Over three days 30 March to 1 April 2020, clusters of Covid-19 bloomed in three different migrant worker dormitories around Singapore.