Since my elbow is killing me, couldn't do any class that involves any significant amount of arm work, so I opted for my LEAST favourite group X class, RPM. It's sheer torture, very little pleasure, in fact, non at all, except the feeling of triumph at the end of it. And for some reason, my seat wasn't locked in properly. Its so exasperating, coz once your shoes are locked into the pedal, it's so mah fan to unleash the darn thing, and get off the bike. Sweat was in my eyes, so I couldn't see where I was going, fortunately the bike's stationary, if not I'd probably have hit a dog and injured myself. Forgot the water bottle, so had to rehydrate by licking off the sweat off the face. (kidding la). Oh, instructor very cool. Herny. Heard her name many times. She reminds me of someone. Can't think who at the moment.
Had lunch with young lawyer at Chef and Brew. It's in that new building in Plaza Damansara. Food not bad, reasonably priced too. Wasn't intending to eat there, had packed lunch, but had some business to attend to.
Nothing very exciting. Wedding anniversary. Had to assist at home as mother was hosting her BEC group. Prepared Eve's pudding, the one with apples at the bottom and sponge on top. LUCKILY got custard sauce, a tad to dry to me.