Tongkat Ali

Finshed Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. I thought that the conversation between the narrator and the taxi driver about where the ducks go in winter uproariously funny

Bread have moved from their place next to the socks shop to the Burmah Road entrance where Kenny Rogers used to be. We used to go to this place at One Stop for cheese cake and coffee after the Artist Gallery. They have now on sale home made kaya, very good but it has a lighter colour than the traditional and is more eggy in taste. While having coffee we noticed four men, real hulking hefties with two girls, one scantily dressed. They were obviously night club thugs escorting the two girls on their afternoon off.

Bought another copy of Lucy, a great book on her terrible life recalled without bitterness, because someone has borrowed my copy and I don’t remember who.

Had a look at the Spirits of Music dvd that I bought the other day. I thought Vivaldi’s concerto for two cellos with Bobby Mcferrin miming the second cello was cheeky but highly successful. He seems to be well known to the Leipzig crowd, the square filled to the full with a standing crowd.

Had five days of tongkat ali pills and the terrible knife pains on my broken left leg came back to rob me of sleep. I tried panadol to assuage the pain and resorted to visiting various places in town to distract me from the killer strikes. Went back to the powder form morning tongkat ali coffee and now after three days peaceful sleep has made a welcome come back. The tongkat ali pills did me no damn good.