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Hello, Internet. Rican here, and today I want to talk about the gym and exercising. Yeah, that's right, the place where we all go to lift heavy things and sweat like crazy, all in the name of getting fit and looking fabulous.

First off, let me tell you about the gym. It's like a playground for adults, but instead of slides and swings, we've got dumbbells, treadmills, and machines that look like torture devices. The moment you walk in, you're hit with that distinct smell of iron and determination. People everywhere are grunting, lifting, and pushing themselves to the limit. It's like a scene out of a superhero movie, but with more sweat and less CGI.

Now, let’s talk about the characters you meet at the gym. You've got the bodybuilders, these massive beasts who look like they could lift a car. Then there are the cardio bunnies, who can run on the treadmill for hours without breaking a sweat. And let’s not forget the newbies, the ones who are still trying to figure out which end of the dumbbell to hold. We’ve all been there, right?

So, why do we put ourselves through this? Why do we subject our bodies to this madness? It’s simple – because we love it. There’s something incredibly satisfying about pushing your limits and seeing your body transform. Plus, who doesn’t want to look good in a swimsuit?

Personally, I love the feeling of lifting weights. There's nothing quite like the rush you get when you hit a new personal record. It’s like, “Yeah, I just lifted that, and it felt amazing!” And don’t even get me started on the post-workout high. It’s like your body is thanking you for all the hard work you just put in.

But let’s be real, it’s not always fun and games. There are days when you just don’t feel like going to the gym. Maybe you’re tired, maybe you’re sore, or maybe you just want to binge-watch your favorite show. We’ve all been there. But those are the days that count the most. Pushing through when you don’t feel like it is what separates the champs from the chumps.

And here’s a tip from Rican – always mix it up. Don’t just stick to the same routine day in and day out. Try new exercises, switch up your routine, and keep your body guessing. Not only does this keep things interesting, but it also helps you avoid those dreaded plateaus.

Also, let’s not forget the importance of rest and recovery. Your muscles need time to repair and grow, so don’t skimp on sleep and make sure to stretch. And please, for the love of all things holy, stay hydrated. Drink that water like it’s your job!

In conclusion, the gym and exercising are not just about building muscles or losing weight. It’s about building character, pushing your limits, and finding out what you’re truly capable of. It’s about showing up for yourself, even when you don’t feel like it. So get out there, lift those weights, run those miles, and be the best version of yourself.

This is Rican, reminding you to keep pushing, keep sweating, and keep striving for greatness. I’ll see you next time, Internet. Stay strong!

Hello, Internet. Rican here, and today I want to talk about haters. They are the biggest nightmares for creators, lurking in the shadows like creepy goblins, ready to pounce on every new piece of content with their venomous comments. These haters can be relentless, like a stubborn storm cloud that refuses to clear, casting a dark shadow over even the brightest creations. Their negativity can be soul-crushing and spirit-dampening, but learning to navigate this treacherous landscape is crucial for any content creator. So let's dive in and figure out how to deal with these trolls and keep our creative spirits alive!

My first negative comment was on my TikTok video, which said, “Your eating sounds are so loud that they even woke up my dead grandma, you clueless little punk.” This comment changed every video I made afterward. Because of this comment, I rewatched all of my old videos and noticed that my eating sounds were very loud, even annoying myself. Hence, I tried to make every video more joyful and less annoying with the chewing sounds. The results satisfied me indeed. The thing is, the hater really helped me improve my creations. Even though this comment wasn’t meant to help me but to insult me for fun, that really doesn’t matter to me.

Or I could use a different attitude by saying, “You know nothing about my amazing creation; you're just a passion fruit with the legs of a mango dog.” I don’t even know what I am writing about, but if I use the correct attitude, every word from me can be treated as insulting. And then I will lose the opportunity to improve myself, which means earning nothing but creating more hateful emotions. People might come back to attack you again because you insulted them with passion fruit and mango. That’s super disrespectful in the fruit society.

Moreover, this fight-back behavior could be endless. You are facing a global community that we call the “Internet.” Perhaps, you would need to spend your whole life debating with everybody and still learn nothing but acquire more negative feelings.

On the other hand, how do you know the person judging you isn’t actually a teammate or someone who genuinely cares about you? Sometimes, even those who offer advice with an offensive tone are still providing an opinion that could be valuable, right? If the same person gave me a comment like, “I love your chewing sounds that sound just like an angel serenading a choir of celestial harps in heaven,” in my opinion, that would be a really toxic comment. Because I might feel super good about my annoying chewing sounds and perhaps wouldn’t change anything in my future videos. Instead, I might chew harder and louder because I misunderstand the majority’s feelings. Most people won’t give me any comment; they just watch and leave. So, that comment would be significant feedback to a beginner like me.

Now the comment, “Your eating sounds are so loud that they even woke up my dead grandma, you clueless little punk,” becomes a gentle but hardcore teacher and places full expectations on my future. The grateful teacher knows you will thank them later. Even if you misunderstand and hate the teacher now, that’s okay. One day when you are successful, you might forget them, but that’s okay. As your guide, the teacher requires nothing but to see you happy and fulfilled. Oh, what a good teacher.

In conclusion, the hater is actually a lover. The person who gave me a negative comment still watches my videos. Since I changed my chewing sound problems, they never gave me another comment but still observe my videos. This guy really cares about me, even though I don’t know who they are. This is today’s talk. I am Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.

Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Today, I want to talk about days off. I mean, who doesn’t like a day off? Just imagine you finish your work on Friday night before heading home. Your coworkers might give you some weekend ideas, like how to have a great time and get very drunk. I don’t know, it depends on your social group. A typical question might be, “Do you want to hit the bar? We don’t have to work tomorrow, so we can get super drunk. What do you think?”

Oh, that’s a typical question. If you’re a beer person, you might accept this offer—it seems like a very good Friday night option. You might say, “Hell yeah, let’s do this.” And that’s the moment your coworker becomes your friend. You guys walk into a bar, maybe not holding hands, but super friendly. You don’t want to get too drunk at the beginning, so you go to the bar and ask the bartender, “Hey buddy, may I have a Long Island Iced Tea plus two kilograms of vodka?”

The bartender might say, “Sir, it’s illegal to sell that much alcohol.”

Huh, what a tiny cat! I mean, the bartender is right. You can’t buy alcohol like that in public. But showing your guts and your poor legal knowledge, that’s enough and worthwhile. You might get a less masculine drink, but hey, everyone knows you have guts, right? That’s fine. You drink and get a bit drunk. If you’re a dancer or just too drunk to care about anything, just go dance. That’s actually fun and happy—just move your body and follow the rhythm, enjoy the pure movement while releasing all the toxic energy from your brain. The feeling is wonderful, trust me.

Especially, that’s something you wouldn’t do in your normal daily life. Double the fun.

So now, back to the topic. Our weekends could be exactly the same as usual. Maybe you’re a gamer, and you love to spend all weekend in your room, playing your favorite game. That’s cool—enjoying your life is never wrong; in fact, it’s super right. Nobody should tell you what a perfect weekend is. You make the decision yourself; you define the best weekend. I spend my weekends, almost 48 hours, just playing computer games with my friends. We get some junk food and drinks, play our favorite games, and sometimes switch to different games for variety.

Oh, I wish I could go back to those treasured old times—those weekends are still in my Top 5 best memories. We went to Inter-Coffee, set up three computers around each other so we could yell at each other. We loved competitive games and teamwork games. I love our trash talk. When we played League of Legends and my character died, my friend would say something like, “Oh, Rican, sometimes I wonder if I could play better than you using only my genitals. No offense, just scientific curiosity.”

“Well, I feel super offended. But let’s assume my teammate today is Faker. Maybe he can analyze stock prices, buy the most valuable crypto, watch guitar lesson videos, finish a college paper, and still win the game for me without insulting me. No offense, but compared to Faker, you’re just a useless, whining, fat, ugly turtle.”

“That’s the most offensive sentence I’ve ever heard. But fair enough.” We’d both chill and laugh.

I love our stupid conversations. Even though we rarely do those things together now, we still hang out on weekends sometimes and play board games. It’s another form of fun. There are so many options for spending our weekends; there’s no standard answer. Just do whatever you want and see if it’s fun. I hope everyone always has a good weekend. That’s all for today. I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.

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.

Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Today, I want to talk about drama. It plays a huge role in our lives, and we can always learn something from these stories.

I have had the same problem as Ted Mosby, a character from How I Met Your Mother. The whole story is about how Ted finds his true love. He meets many women and tries to spark a connection with them. Despite experiencing the worst heartbreaks, he never gave up and kept moving forward. That’s the inspiration—just do it without too much overthinking. You might get hurt, but you'll learn something from those experiences, and that’s the burn. The feeling is so intense, it's as if you ate the spiciest hot pot and the next day you're sitting on the toilet thinking, “That was a terrible idea. Why didn't I just order the mid-level spicy? Ahhhhh, here it comes, damnnnnnn, I wish I had never been born.” That kind of burn.

On the other hand, you learn lessons and grow from these experiences. When you fail, you stand up and try again. Each time you stand up, you improve, absorbing your mistakes as nourishment. Your resilience grows stronger, allowing you to handle even the hell-level of spicy hot pot. Maybe next time, you’ll be able to swallow a fireball. It might make you seem inhuman, but I would still be proud of you.

I’ve been there. I know what it feels like to have a crush, fail, and feel depressed. You try harder, and harder, and harder. We don’t need answers; we just need to fix, improve, and accept ourselves. One day, we will see the most beautiful sunrise we’ve ever seen. But honestly, if I have to wake up early for a sunrise, I'd rather spend that time on breakfast—like a tuna sandwich—that would motivate me more if there was a breakfast shop near the sunrise spot. I mean, they have to sell seafood, right? If you want to watch the sunrise, you might go to the beach. My apologies, I almost forgot what we were talking about.

Oh, right, drama. I’ve learned a ton of love values and beliefs from How I Met Your Mother. Barney Stinson teaches so many things to Ted and me. It feels like we are learning together. The first and most important thing is to love yourself. Before you can love someone else, you need to know how to love yourself. When you’re deciding on dinner with someone, you should always bring your opinion instead of saying, “up to you.” You should always bring your partner to eat the spiciest hot pot to show them the importance of decision-making if they say “I don’t know, whatever” about dinner. Now, this might be a bit personal, but I love doing it as a pressure lesson. My friends always have good opinions about meals because my incredible options are harmless to me but always challenging for my friends.

In conclusion, we all learn lessons from real-life experiences and find happiness in certain dramas. Some dramas have changed my life because their stories touch my heart and inspire me, even though they are mostly fictional. The feeling of “I want to have this life as well” gives me tons of motivation to keep moving forward. I hope it does the same for you.

I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.

Hello, Internet. Here is Rican speaking. Today, let’s dive into something crucial—our health.

First off, let me put it out there: health is like that one friend who doesn’t always get the spotlight but is absolutely essential. You don’t notice it much until it starts acting up. So, let's chat about keeping that friend in top shape, shall we?

So, the other day, I was at this health food store, you know, just browsing for something that doesn't scream cardboard when you bite into it. The cashier, who looked like she could run a marathon while balancing a kale smoothie on her head, asked me if I’d tried spirulina.

Spirulina—it sounds like some kind of space-age superfood, right? Turns out, it’s this blue-green algae that’s supposed to be packed with protein, vitamins, and antioxidants. Apparently, it’s the Beyoncé of the algae world. She handed me a sample, and I thought, “Hey, why not?” I mean, I’m always up for trying new things if they don’t smell like wet dog.

I took it home, mixed it into a smoothie, and... wow. It tasted like I was drinking a pond. Not gonna lie. But they say it’s good for you, so maybe I’ll give it another shot when my taste buds are feeling brave.

Let’s be real, though. Eating healthy isn’t just about chugging green stuff that tastes like you’re licking a lawnmower. It’s about balance. I mean, we can’t all survive on quinoa and kale 24/7, right? Sometimes, you just need a burger that’s more of a sculpture than a sandwich.

But here’s the kicker—moderation. Even when you're indulging, keep it balanced. I’ve started following this 80/20 rule. 80% of the time, I’m all about the veggies, lean proteins, and whole grains. The other 20%, I’m living my best life with pizza or whatever my cravings are calling for. It’s like keeping your health and your happiness on speaking terms.

And speaking of happiness, let’s talk mental health. It’s just as important as physical health, folks. We’re in this crazy fast-paced world, and sometimes it’s like our brains are on a hamster wheel. That’s why it’s crucial to slow down, breathe, and take time for ourselves.

I’ve recently gotten into mindfulness—which, despite sounding super zen, is actually pretty straightforward. It’s about being present and not letting your mind race ahead to all the “what ifs” and “should haves.” I started with just 5 minutes a day, sitting quietly, focusing on my breath, and it’s been surprisingly refreshing. No incense or chanting needed, just a moment to clear the fog.

Another thing I swear by is staying active. Now, don’t panic. I’m not talking about becoming a gym rat or running marathons. It’s about finding something you enjoy that gets you moving. For me, it’s been hiking. There’s something about being out in nature that just resets my brain. Plus, there’s no better workout than trying to outrun a sudden rainstorm.

If hiking isn’t your thing, maybe it’s dancing like nobody’s watching (even if everybody is) or just taking a brisk walk around the block. The goal is to get moving, not to punish yourself with endless burpees or crunches. Let’s face it—burpees were invented by someone who hates joy.

Oh, and hydration. Seriously, drink water like it’s your job. Your body will thank you. I used to be terrible at this, but now I carry a water bottle everywhere. It’s like having a small, annoying friend constantly reminding you to take a sip. But hey, it works.

Sleep—let’s not forget about sleep. I used to think I could get by on just a few hours, but trust me, being a zombie is not a good look. Aim for a solid 7-8 hours. Your brain and body do all sorts of magic while you’re asleep, like fixing stuff and processing the day. So, treat yourself to some good shut-eye.

To sum it up, health isn’t just about one thing—it’s a mix of eating well, staying active, managing stress, drinking enough water, and getting enough sleep. It’s about finding what works for you and sticking with it.

I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.

Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Now I will talk about the last part of my trip.

After we finished our cake in the coffee shop, we stayed a bit longer for a chat. The owner joined our conversation. We discussed how “Artificial Intelligence is expected to replace many current jobs in the coming years, as its computational power and algorithms surpass human capabilities.” The owner then asked, “Is the cake not sweet enough? I reduced the sugar, but it’s healthier and pairs better with coffee!”

“That’s the perfect sweetness for me; I love the cake,” I responded.

“Nice, I worry it might not appeal to young people. You know, my taste is more old-school,” she said.

“Well, I am not young, for sure,” I replied, slightly hurt.

The owner seemed very local, so I asked for some travel advice in the area. She recommended several small restaurants and a night market. Another staff member noticed our conversation and added, “No, if you’re talking about lamb soup, you must try Uncle A-Zao's. They have the best lamb soup in town.”

The owner disagreed, “They’re not bad, but the best? Pfff.”

“Come on, admit it, that’s the best lamb soup. You know nothing,” said the staff member. I wondered if he would still have his job after this conversation.

“I know nothing? Let’s talk about lamb soup,” the owner replied, ready for a debate.

They discussed all the advantages and disadvantages of the two lamb soup restaurants they mentioned. I felt excited because they were so passionate and debated so intensely. It made me really want to try the local lamb soup. When you see someone so passionate about food, you wonder how it tastes, and maybe you can give them your own feedback.

After the debate, the staff seemed to give up, but he whispered to me, “I didn’t lose. Try A-Zao; that’s the lamb soup you definitely need to try.” What a sneaky move—pretending to lose but then telling me that. But I loved his enthusiasm.

We left the coffee shop, but due to the hot weather, we didn’t go to the lamb soup shop. Our next stop was a deer farm.

We arrived at the deer farm, and there were, of course, many deer. It is a deer farm. We bought tickets and got a cup of animal feed. The deer went crazy for the feed. If they saw any tourists with the iron cup walking into their area, they would chase you eagerly. It felt like being surrounded by a group of zombies, their greedy eyes saying, “Give me that, you stupid human.”

To my deer listeners, I apologize for the inappropriate description. We also fed the capybaras, and they are very different from deer. If you feed them, they will eat for sure. But if you try to play with them by pretending to give them food and then taking it back, they will give up immediately and continue eating the grass on the ground. Their lazy eyes seem to say, “You know what, forget you, human. I don’t care about your pathetic cheap feed. I have infinite grass here. Forget you again, human. You ugly piece of crap.”

I have no idea if the capybaras really think like that. If any of my listeners are capybaras, I apologize for my inappropriate imagination and hope you can tell me if you really think like this or not.

In the end, we had a great time at the deer farm, playing with the animals, and we were satisfied. We drove back to town, tried some restaurants recommended by the coffee shop owner and staff. At night, we visited the local night market. Before heading home, we bought some local cakes and gifts.

That’s my whole trip experience. It’s not always about where you go but who you travel with and your interactions with the local community. I had a wonderful journey. I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.

Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Today, I want to continue yesterday’s travel topic. As I mentioned, yesterday we went on a trip with friends. After visiting the castle, we decided to head to a nearby town for some lunch.

As you might know, I’m a big fan of food. I love eating, just like most people who need to eat. I'm not sure about robots though, given all the artificial intelligence out there today. Maybe some of my audience are robots. If you’re a robot or any form of being that doesn’t require food, I sincerely apologize and hope you can still enjoy whatever you absorb to maintain your existence.

We found a Korean restaurant because they had air conditioning for customers who wanted to dine in. I don’t believe the chef is Korean because the atmosphere felt like most other Taiwanese shops, not really Korean. But how would I know? I’m just speaking my mind without much consideration. We ordered some Korean fried chicken and classic Korean noodles. One of the noodles was black bean sauce noodles, which is my favorite Korean dish. I tried black bean sauce noodles in Australia, made by a real Korean chef, and he made the best black bean sauce noodles for me. That’s a favorable seasoning.

I finally understand how it feels when eating Taiwanese or Chinese food in other countries—the feeling of, "Even if I randomly picked an old, bald, and friendly grandpa walking on the street, gave him the cheapest ingredients with a pair of chopsticks as cooking tools, perhaps the grandpa, with his eyes closed, dancing while cooking, could still make a better dish than this adorable cuisine." I’m surprised by this feeling I'm experiencing right now, in my own country.

I would never bring my Korean friend to this restaurant. The taste is good, no judgment. But if you mention the quality, it's like seeing Captain America and then looking in the mirror at my reflection. I'd say, “Yeah, you’re good, but nah,” with a shrug and a smile. This meal is standard, but far from achieving authentic Korean food. I still had a good experience because I love trying different restaurants I've never been to before. Life is about experiencing and discovering new things. We can express our feelings about anything just by trying to find the answers we seek.

A restaurant is something you need to walk into and get a meal to know the quality of service. So, there are no regrets in any decision—just keep trying and discovering. I know the service isn't my type, but I’ll make a better choice next time. I feel satisfied that I walked into this Korean restaurant.

Then, we found a famous coffee shop outside the town. There was a spectacular view from the coffee shop. We could see the green, natural, and vast farmland from inside while enjoying a cup of iced coffee. Seeing the green crops made me want to eat some rice. When I saw all those crops, I imagined my next meal’s ingredients might be harvested from this clean landscape.

My female travel mates had different opinions. They said, “I’m sorry, this is a fancy cake coffee shop, and you’re talking about pork rice? Damn you, Rican.” What graceful and authentic friends. Of course, I love cakes. We ordered some colorful and fruity cakes made with mango, passion fruit, mocha, and chocolate. I mean separately. If you put everything together, it would be a chaotic monster cake. Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad.

The best one was the mango cream cake. It was our favorite, and we finished it first, even though all the cakes were served together. The cakes were big, so we could share each one. My chocolate cake was the second favorite because I picked it, and I didn’t want to lose any other cake. So, I ate most of it and told everyone my chocolate cake was number two. They said, “Well, you almost ate half the cake by yourself.” What a group of people who refuse to admit defeat. Grow up, my friends. It’s not a competition. Even though my cake was the second favorite, it's not something I’ll brag about. Maybe.