I’ve been watching a Canadian TV show lately called “Being Erica.”
(Photo Credit to Miquiel Banks)
The main character, obviously named Erica, is annoying. But she gets progressively less annoying as the series goes on. “Being Erica” begins with Erica’s messed up life, until she meets a therapist called Dr. Tom.
And of course, the story twist is that Dr. Tom is not your average therapist. He has a tormented past, and he has abilities to return Erica back into her past, inside her past self to revisit all her biggest regrets in life.
Pretty nifty, isn’t it? The ability to redo the huge regrets in your life. Lucky Erica.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a Dr. Tom in my life to turn me back in time. The show made me a bit wistful. It made me wonder what the biggest regrets of my life is.
I would love to redo the stupid mistakes I made at the LA Times, but then I wouldn’t have learned the importance of fact-checking, nor would I have eaten that fat piece of humble pie (FYI, it was kinda bitter).
Of course my eating disorder history is an undesirable part of my life, but then I wouldn’t have learned compassion, love, pain and all the meaningful things in life.
It would be great if I could unwind the tumultuous relationship I had with my cousin, but then I wouldn’t have understood the devastating effects of hate and rivalry, or the glorious grace of Christ’s blood for a sinner like me.
Regrets. We have them, but if given the chance…would we really go back and change things? And if we did, what changes would it have brought to our life? Would we be a very different person now?
It’s a tough question, but I think for me, I would leave the big regrets alone, and just breathe a sigh of relief that Thank God, they’re over. If I could undo my regrets though, I think I might undo a few tiny ones. Like the time when I got cranky and snapped at a friend, or all the times when I said “no” to a social invite because I thought I was tired and would rather stay home, but end up sleeping late anyway.
Speaking of social invites. I’m almost never saying “no” these days. I’m realizing how much of an extrovert I am. Even when I’ve had 3 hours of sleep and am dozing off in the middle of the afternoon, the moment I meet my friends for dinner, my energy level shoots up.
Social time? It’s my non-caffeinated energy buzzer.
No more regrets on that regard now. If I’m having a downer day, I can always count on my friends to perk me up by the time we sit down to order.
Four Leaf is a tiny tea-and-crepe cafe in Little Tokyo. Although it’s located at Little Tokyo, I heard that the establishment is owned by Taiwanese owners, and the Taiwanese influences are reflected on the menu.
First of all—wow. Freaking cute cafe!
If you’re an anime-enthusiast, you probably know the expression “Kawaii-nae!” I find it terribly annoying, but if there ever is a time to squeal it, it’s when you step into this cafe.
Kawaii-nae! I call it the Hello Kitty of creperies. Just take a look at the forest-themed decor. It’s like an enchanted forest.
Look up, and you see carved wooden birds pecking at clear feed boxes swinging gently from the ceiling.
That’s a cute idea; I would love to have a few of those hanging over my bed.
You’ll also see sculptures of white birds flitting about on the warm brown walls, next to the emerald walls with evergreen leaves.There’s more artworks on birds sit on mantels next to artificial flowers and gift sets.
Besides for the birdies, there’s also ideas for gifts, like these tea sugar and raw tea honey:
I like that the giant menu is a light green see-through with pictures of leaves and stick-on magnet models of ladybugs and dragonflies. Wish I had taken a closer picture of those insect magnets.
And don’t you like those giant globes of white mesh for light sources? That mesh encircle light bulbs, and sometimes they spiral gently to cast a series of entangled shadows on the walls.
Okay. Time to order. It was late Wednesday night, but the cafe was surprisingly packed. What’s with Asians and late nights?
There’s Lindsey observing the menu.
The menu is international. You’ve got your requisite Asian beverages like bubble tea and chai tea, and then you’ve got your savory and sweet crepes that have been influenced by multicultural flavors.
We had a lot to eat at the wine tasting event, so most of my friends stuck to bubble tea:
That’s Tracy’s jolly engineer friend who helps out with her web design that is not yet completed.
Since it was late at night, I opted for something sweet. I’m not into bubble tea, and I really wanted the crepes. I got Tracy to split this “Sweet Velvet” crepe with me:
“Sweet Velvet”: taro paste, rich vanilla gelato, and crunchy sliced almonds in green tea crepe.
Oh my. Loved the contrast of crunch and creaminess, and the taro paste is deliciously smooth and fresh. Taro is a starchy root vegetable that appears in many Taiwanese desserts; just think of sweet potatoes, chestnuts and yucca pureed into a mild, starchy cream.
The only disappointment was that the crepe, which was supposed to be green tea flavored, had no green tea flavor at all. I much preferred Harajuku’s crepe batter, though I freaking loved Four Leaf’s crepe filling.
And then my buddy Marilyn arrived.
She normally doesn’t eat after 8 p.m., but I coaxed her to split another dessert crepe with me. To be honest, she’s such a foodie that it didn’t take much effort to tempt her.
We got the “I Never Drink Wine” crepe:
Named tongue-in-cheek, of course, because this is a wine-infused crepe with slivers of tender red wine-poached pears, candied pecans and a rounded scoop of vanilla bean gelato, all drizzled with a scarlet red wine glaze. Again, in a green tea-less green tea crepe.
The crepe was yummy but not spectacular. I think I preferred the “Sweet Velvet.” If I hadn’t had the “Sweet Velvet” beforehand, I would have loved this crepe much more.
Because if I’m going to be pigging out in the middle of the night…
…I might as well do it with a bunch of awesome friends who egg me on and make me laugh.
Laughter makes me healthy, so it was all in favor of health.
So long as I’m living, laughing and eating, I’ll say I have no more regrets.
Question of the Day: If you had a Dr. Tom and could go back in time, which big (or small) regret would you return to and change?