For all you health-conscious folks out there who are into fusion food, here's a new alternative which combines the best ingredients from the East and the West:

I haven't tried it myself, but the chef has raved so much about how heavenly this dish tastes, I think it is only right that I share the good stuff here.

Hopefully, one of you may try preparing it and someday give me an *ahem* independent opinion of how it tastes.

The chef has kindly provided photographs to supplement the recipe to this easy-to-prepare dish.

Point to note though: This dish is NOT for superficial people who judge books by their covers. Best savoured with eyes wide shut, nostrils wide open. (Scroll right to the end of this entry and you'll see what I mean. =P)

Ingredients:
Cold tofu
Peanut butter
Dark soya sauce
Sugar syrup (preferred)/sugar
Cooking oil
Sesame oil

Step 1:
Whack a generous heap of peanut butter into a mixing bowl.



Step 2:
Add a few drops of dark soya sauce.



Step 3:

Add a generous amount of sugar. According to the chef, this dish is supposed to taste sweetish.



Step 4:
Add a little cooking oil.



Step 5:
Add a few drops of sesame oil for fragrance.



Step 6:
Mix everything together like there's no tomorrow.



Step 7:
Peel open the plastic wrap on the tofu pack. Invert the pack and allow the tofu to fall nicely on a clean dish. Whack the brown mixture you've got from Step 6 onto the tofu, and voila! You have the sumptious and mouth-watering Peanut Butter Tofu ready for serving! Ideal both as an appetizer and a dessert.

Spent half my evening searching high and low for An Important Slip of Paper ("The Slip").

Halfway through, I instinctively told myself, "Why am I still ploughing through all these crap? Just press Ctrl-F, idi..."

I stopped short at the last syllable.

Once again, I've momentarily confused the real with the virtual.

Somehow, while searching for stuff, real stuff, I have this tendency to forget that they are not stored in folders, not sorted by file name (do they have file names in the first place?), and better still, I sometimes forget that things that I'm searching for may not even be files to begin with.

Gosh. It's worrying how my virtual habits are creeping into my real life.

Anyway, I still haven't found The Slip. Yet.

Maybe it's sitting in the bin somewhere. Gotta click Restore.

There I go again.

But seriously, wouldn't it be great if the Ctrl-F function worked in real life?

These couple of days I'll be tweaking with this blog's design.

Until I find The Perfect Layout. 

So if you happen to pass by and find this place shambles, it's just me carrying out experimental renovations. 

Blame this on the monotony of work. 

I need cheap thrills like revamping the look of my blog to inject some excitement into my life.

You spot your bus. You decide you refuse to wait. You make a run for it, sprint across the traffic light, realise you are making good time, so you double your pace. You never knew you could run so fast, and you beam with pride at your own speed.

Then suddenly all the fanfare dies. The music gets distorted.

You feel your left ankle twist.

Keep running, the bus is leaving!

Then you find the floor inch closer and closer to your face.

I can't be falling. Falling doesn't feel like this.

And you remain in this state of denial until you realise you're sprawled on all fours in the middle of Chinatown, with your lower lip kissing the ground.

What a way to display one's patriotism.

You look up and realise that your bus has left, your new shades are fatally scratched, and there's a guy standing diagonally in front of you armed with a video cam.

"Are you ok?" asks the video cam guy.

You detect an American accent. Must be an ABC tourist.

Amidst all the confusion and flurry, you do not forget to note that he's kind of cute.

You manage a weak "Yeah, I'm ok." as you pick yourself up and continued your journey towards the bus stop, this time with a hobble.

"Walk more carefully huh," the video cam guy continues.

"Oh I will. I just missed my bus," you lamely reply with a mock pained expression on your face. Actually you find the aftermath of falling pretty exhilirating. It jolts you out of your comfortable stupor. The scratched skin on your elbow gives you the high. Except for the pain in your left ankle, all your other joints suddenly feel more flexible. If not for that blasted left ankle, you'd break into a run all over again, just to feel the wind in your face, and to re-experience the burst of energy in your system as your legs pick up speed.

Then suddenly you remember the video cam.

And you wonder how your entire action sequence would turn out on screen...