Hello, Internet. Rican here. Today I want to talk about chairs—yes, chairs. We encounter so many different chairs in our daily lives. Chairs allow us to take breaks and relax. They come in various forms, like wooden chairs, sofas, office plastic chairs, and more. They sacrifice themselves just to make us comfortable. How grateful we should be for these lovely chairs. They never complain and stay in one place, waiting for you to come and ready to give your butt a good rest.

When was the last time you sat on a chair? Oh, perhaps just five minutes ago? And you probably did nothing for the chair, right? I mean, you didn’t appreciate your chair. You just took the benefits from the chair but never said thank you or showed any form of appreciation to the chair, did you? Don’t feel bad, because I didn’t appreciate my chair either. I mean, who does? It’s just a chair. If you see somebody praying to a chair, you might think they have some mental problem. But, I would never blame a chair. We all have had the experience where we kick a chair with our bare feet and then feel so hurt, painful, and ashamed.

Now, picture this: A man holding his foot, jumping and yelling at a chair, saying, “You stupid chair, why are you here and why did you make me kick you?”

That’s funny because we do see someone or ourselves in our memories, but we never see anyone praying to the chair saying something like, “I love you, chair. You always give my butt the best relaxation; you are the best!” If you see someone doing that, you would feel weird. But if you see someone blaming a chair, you might just think this person is a bit grumpy.

In conclusion, if something or someone treats us well, like your family or your partner, we might forget to appreciate their hard work or effort because we take their devotion for granted and think it’s what we deserve. If one day, your chair stood up in front of you and said, “You know what, I don’t want to let you sit on me anymore. F you, human.” You would definitely ask, “Why?” As an intelligent chair, it could just say, “Ohhhh, now I must give you a reason to refuse to let you sit on me? Ohhhhh, you want a reason? I’ll give you a reason. The reason I don’t want you to sit on me is that you are an ugly, stupid son of a...ouch, you heard me?” The chair’s opinion may be a bit personal, but yeah, that’s the chair’s response.

"We often wonder why the chair stops being kind to us, but we rarely question why it began being kind in the first place."

Let me explain what that means:

We question why the chair stopped doing something nice for us, but we usually don’t ask why the chair started doing something nice for us.

On the other hand, if the chair does something bad to us, even though we know a normal chair won’t move itself, we still remember somebody yelling at a chair. How funny, right? If we treat a chair or the world with more appreciation, our lives might be much more joyful and beautiful. It's easy—just imagine a person yelling at a chair is psycho and a person appreciating a chair is normal. This is today’s talk. I am Rican. I’ll see you next time, Internet.

Hello, Internet. Rican here, and today I want to talk about sickness. As you might have noticed, my voice sounds a bit different because I'm not feeling well. I felt terrible this morning. Thanks to a friend of mine who works in the medical field, I had some guidance when I started feeling off. You know, it's like when you're playing certain intense games and you get a sense that something bad is about to happen, like getting a headshot or being the first to get hit. It’s sort of a natural intuition. Before things got worse, I decided to take some preemptive action. I asked my friend what I should do because I was coughing, sneezing, and feeling awful.

My friend, who is a rather large fellow—let's just call him "Fat Dude"—told me, "Oh, it's just a minor sickness. You can get better by making some simple dietary adjustments. Eat clean food, drink more water, and avoid using the air conditioner or having fans blow on your head. I think you'll feel better in a few days."

I thought, "Okay, got it," and agreed with his advice.

The next day, I went to Costco and bought a bag of buffalo spicy chicken wings, mango-flavored ice cream, and a cup of soda. I devoured the whole bag of wings, even though I was coughing while eating. They were so scrumptious, I sucked my fingers clean because the sauce was delicious. Then, I took a huge bite of the mango ice cream—ouch, brain freeze! I drank half a cup of soda like a thirsty horse that hadn’t had water in two weeks. That sweet juice felt like nectar from heaven. After dinner, I went home and washed myself with cold water. Oh, what a heavenly experience! I played loud music and danced in the shower. Of course, I didn’t use a hair dryer—those are for, well, people less masculine. Instead, I let the air conditioner and fans blow my hair dry. That’s the manly way, the hardcore way, you know?

And today, I feel awful, like I’m dying. Why? My friend said it was just a minor sickness, so why do I feel so bad?

“God damn it, Rican. When I said eat clean food, the first thing that came to your mind was spicy chicken wings?” Fat Dude sounded angry.

“Hey, I did exactly what you told me to do,” I protested.

“No, you did the exact opposite of everything I said. Literally everything! You stupid...” Fat Dude unleashed a barrage of curse words at me.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. So, what should I do now?” I shrugged and gave him a nonchalant look.

“You need to go to the hospital, now,” Fat Dude suggested.

“That’s the best advice you can give? Useless,” I scoffed.

“If you weren't sick...” Fat Dude looked like he was about to explode, so I ran off.

I went to the hospital and spent about 7 US dollars. Healthcare in Taiwan is incredibly good. At the hospital, I met a lively grandma who looked almost 100 years old. I greeted her, “Hey, Grandma, how are you? Feeling better?” She replied, “No, I’m just here to waste the government’s money.”

“Don’t say that, Grandma, you’re great.” I couldn’t help but laugh; she was so humorous and dark.

“Whatever,” she smiled and walked away slowly.

The doctor called my name; I was the next patient. I walked into the diagnostic room and saw a man in a classic white coat, just like any doctor.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you, sir?” He spoke quickly and directly. I liked his style.

“I’m coughing, sneezing, and sometimes I feel cold,” I said, trying to match his pace.

“Sure, sure. Let me spray some medicine in your nose.” He took a long, thin tool, inserted it into my nose, and sprayed something. I felt much better immediately, though the process wasn’t pleasant.

“Thanks, doctor,” I said appreciatively.

“Now, let's check your lungs.” He placed the stethoscope on my chest near my left nipple. “Cough,” he instructed. I coughed. He moved the stethoscope to my right nipple and said, “Now cough again.” I coughed.

“Sounds like your lungs are fine. Go get some medicine and be on your way,” the doctor smiled and spoke politely.

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Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Today, I want to talk about breakfast, a great meal to start your beautiful day. Maybe with a cup of coffee or apple juice, whatever you like. Personally, I prefer coffee—black coffee or espresso. I don’t know, it depends on what the breakfast shop has.

In Taiwan, we have a variety of choices. Sometimes I like to have soy milk with meat buns. That is a classic Asian breakfast. We love soy milk; it’s made from soybeans, tastes a bit sweet but not too much, just the perfect flavor for me. It’s a good breakfast option. Some people might eat the buns with Coca-Cola, which I think is not really cool—it’s disgusting. No offense, but I probably couldn’t be friends with people who eat buns with Coca-Cola. Nah, just kidding. I don’t care that much. You can eat whatever you want. As long as you’re not a jerk, I’d love to be friends with anyone.

But honestly, I’m not a big fan of traditional Asian breakfast. I like tuna sandwiches, burgers, and bacon with grilled cheese for breakfast. I love a plate with different scrumptious elements. It’s a graceful and delicious spread. Oh, this conversation is making me hungry. I might go have some breakfast after I finish recording.

I always love trying new restaurants in Taiwan. If there are any around my place, I like to walk in and try their flavors. And I think no matter where you live in Taiwan, there will always be at least one breakfast shop nearby. It's like they’re secretly spying on you. It’s like, “Oh, Sir, you want to live there? In the middle of a forest with nothing around except trees and animals? You know what, I’m gonna build a breakfast shop next to your accommodation.” And bam, the next day, there’s a breakfast shop right next to you. They keep their word.

That might sound crazy, but it’s how I feel. No matter where I live in Taiwan, I can always find a breakfast shop on the corner or in the middle of the street. Maybe just a few minutes’ walk away. My house is surrounded by three breakfast shops. Every time I pass by any breakfast shop, their expression seems to say, “I know you live here. I will follow you to the ends of the earth, just to make sure you get enough nutrition in your daily breakfast.” What thoughtful staff. I appreciate their passion and enthusiasm for food. And the food aroma smells so good. They fry eggs with bacon and then put it in grilled bread. The fragrance always catches my attention and makes me want to spend all my money.

In conclusion, a good meal can give you a great start to the day. Doing something nice or eating something nice in the morning can give you a great affirmation and build a sense of confidence. I'm going to finish here. I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.