The Code of A Happy Mobile Rider

I am a Happy Mobile Rider.

A Happy Mobile Rider

Is someone who chooses to be happy,

Someone who chooses to spread happiness.

A Happy Mobile Rider

Can be anyone.

For a Happy Mobile Rider, unity in diversity is possible,

But I won’t force you to agree with the Happy Mobile Riders’ view.

I can only influence others,

And I cannot change them,

As we all have free will,

And even if I asked someone to be happy,

They still have the power to say “No.”

If someone asks for happiness,

I will try to show them

What true happiness is

And that there are many reasons to be happy.

Again, I can only influence them.

My help would work

If they are willing to accept it.

If they don’t,

Then I shall leave them be,

While I hope that they find the way to true happiness.

I am a Happy Mobile Rider.

I don’t need to be too serious.

And now…

IT’S TIME TO GO “WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

HAPPY MOBILE TIME!!!

I should relax, have fun, do my best, and look at the bright side.

And of course, I should always remember:

Friendship for the win, people.

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Improve Your Fitness, Tobby!

Tobby, I saw your performance in your fitness test.

You’re a fat dude.

Flexibility that’s stiff as a wooden post,

Hands that are soft as butter,

An upper body that’s tough as a wooden wall being eaten by termites,

And agility that can’t escape a roaring stampede of bulls.

Dude, don’t take this too seriously.

Don’t get angry at the dudes who look more fit than you.

They may appear more good-looking,

But their good-looking appearance is a secondary result of their maintenance of their physical fitness.

What really matters most is that they’re healthy.

Instead of becoming envious at them,

Let them serve as your inspiration.

You need to improve your fitness, Tobby.

You may have a great mind,

But if you can’t maintain your physical fitness,

Then your mind will all go to waste one day

Because death would probably be stalking you so closely,

That you won’t even see it coming to get you early when you have bad physical fitness.

So eat with balance,

Exercise regularly,

Sleep enough,

Strengthen your body,

And put your mind in doing all of these things that I’m asking you to do!

Remember, Tobby:

Do your best and have fun!

You can come back here if you need to remind yourself again,

So let me remind you again:

Improve your fitness, Tobby!

Time for Some Poetic Time Management Encouragement, Tobby!

Time for some poetic time management encouragement, Tobby!

I’ll repeat that again

So that you won’t forget.

You’re too focused on the Internet and other unnecessary stuff right now.

I’ll give you these freaking suggestions,

Now write these down while you listen!

Sleep on time and wake up on time,

Exercise in the early morning,

Get your blood flowing right.

Eat enough,

Don’t fatten yourself too much,

Heart attacks are Death’s favorite method now.

During your free time,

The priority of studying is at the top,

So finish your homework before you go inside your cardboard box.

When there’s an important activity outside,

Get out of the house on time,

Because “fashionably late” isn’t an acceptable work style.

Well, that’s all I have to tell you for now,

But don’t forget these freaking commands!

That’s right, I changed my mind.

They’re not freaking suggestions anymore.

Since you’re me

And I’m you,

What I just told you are things that you must do!

I’ll end this poetic time management encouragement right here.

So that you won’t forget, you can come back here!

Oh, and if you don’t have enough time left in a day,

You can forget about updating your blog and keeping up with your social network updates!

It’s like dating a girl (I’ve never asked out a girl on a date even once, though…),

You don’t have to spend all your time with her.

You need to keep your time balanced,

So anyway, I’ll seriously end this

Before I end with a metaphorical failure that’s freaking epic!

Be a Calmer, Gentler, and Kinder Person, Tobby

You’re crying again, Tobby.

Been a long time since you cried like that.

You used to cry like a cow being tortured when you were a kid.

You did that a lot.

But it’s not like I have a problem with you crying right now.

Just keep yourself quiet.

Don’t be too noisy.

Let’s talk right here.

I’m you.

And you’re me.

I’ll turn your silence into words.

You’ve been taking things too seriously lately.

You’re not perfect, I know.

No need to say sorry for that.

No need to blame you right now.

Let’s solve your problems.

Now, let’s talk about them first.

Mom got angry at you

But she had a point

Because you took your problem too seriously.

You made a bigger deal out of it

And Mom didn’t like it.

Mom has a point

Even if her medicine tastes bitter.

You need to be more independent.

You’re on the way to a life where you’ll have to live by yourself.

I can see that you know that.

I can see that you understand that.

But Mom’s message isn’t what you’re crying about right now, right?

I see.

It’s how she delivers her message that hurts, right?

Well, you can’t change her.

She chose to deal with things that way.

That’s how she works.

But I know that you’re not forgetting

That she really cares for you.

That she really loves you.

She may keep on teaching you lessons with a sharp tongue.

You can’t change her

But you can change yourself.

You want to have your own family someday, right?

When you finally marry the woman who’s right for you

And when you finally have children of your own,

Be a calm, gentle, and kind person to your family.

Instead of being a cold and freezing storm,

Be a warm and tickling breeze.

You wanted to make people smile, right?

You should be a warm and tickling breeze to other people, too.

Still, there are times when you need to be a cold and freezing storm to deliver a point,

But I don’t know if you’ll agree with me on that.

Anyway, just focus on becoming a calmer, gentler, and kinder person.

Be a calmer, gentler, and kinder person, Tobby.

Now that I’ve reminded you again,

Let the music of your real feelings ring

Make these words of yours sing

And cry with me silently.

The sun will definitely rise

But for now,

Let out the burden in your heart

And cry with me silently.

Go Hang Around With Mr. Chair and Mr. Table When You Use Your Computer, Tobby!

Tobby, you did not sleep early again last night.

I am going to kick your butt for that health-degrading move.

That would look really crazy, though.

I would probably flip a foot back, try to hit it, and then look like a freaking nut…

But that’s not the point right now.

You’re more focused while using your computer on a chair and table.

I’ve noticed that, you know.

And you need to focus on homework and other important things when you use the computer.

Last night, I saw you’re attention span shortening.

You were starting to look like a goldfish, you know.

Actually, you were focused on a distraction,

And then you jumped to another,

But then you got back to a distraction,

And then you jumped back and forth,

Again and again,

And then you realized that you had wasted a lot of time.

Your time management needs more work, Tobby!

Don’t freaking use your computer on your bed!

You get easily distracted, from what I’ve noticed.

Maybe it’s because of your slouched position there.

You’ve already promised me that, right?

That you’ll always use your computer on a chair and table.

The bed is for you to sleep on.

Your study table is for you to do your work on.

You have important goals, Tobby.

Focus on accomplishing them with the best of your ability first, man.

And if you ever have a hard time following the rules that you set upon yourself,

I’ll be here, trying to remind you again and again.

I can speak in your mind,

Or write in your blog.

I won’t give up on you, Tobby.

And now, I’ll remind you again:

Go hang around with Mr. Chair and Mr. Table when you use your computer, Tobby!

Oh, and don’t forget to get enough sleep, too!

The Extremely Convenient Distress Signal

Among the supernatural entities who were starting to become forgotten, there was this woman called Siren, a beautiful woman who wore a really elegant, really pink-white, and really frilly nurse outfit that looked like some sort of pimped-out dress. She was a benevolent spirit, and she always liked being nice to people.

After she woke up after a long sleep (spirits like her called it “The Sleep of the Forgotten”), she decided to wait for a call for help. Back when spirits like her were still popular, she was quite busy, tending to wounded people, who wanted physical and/or emotional healing. As long as they called for her help, she would always come to help them. That’s why Siren was called the spirit of healing.

But now, she hasn’t gotten any calls for days. Jester, the spirit of entertainment, had already started receiving calls, and she saw that he was really enjoying himself again.

“Why am I not receiving any calls?” Siren wondered. She then thought that it must be because she just recovers her senses slower than the other spirits. The senses of the spirits weren’t that great after waking up from such a long sleep. Some spirits recovered faster, though, so they immediately went back to trying to do work and exploring the present age.

“Hmmm…I should just go look for someone who wants help.”

And so, Siren decided to look around a random residential district. She then discovered someone who needed help.

“Oh my…I sense very strong negativity from that house,” Siren said to herself. “If my senses still aren’t at its normal performance, then this quite alarming.”

Siren then entered the house where the strong negativity came from. She then discovered a teenage boy seated on his bed. He held a knife on his right hand while staring at his left wrist.

“You look really sad there,” Siren said with a genuinely concerned tone as she appeared in front of the boy. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I want to die…” the teenage boy said with a deep frown. “I’ve been through so much crap in my life. No one cares about me. I hate myself. I suck so much. I’m a freaking piece of crap.”

Siren had already seen such people who have convinced themselves to die. Seeing a television and remote control nearby, she decided to create a time-appropriate version of her remedy for such people. She then created a small white remote control which had a big white button that was adorned with a red cross.

“I’m Siren, the spirit of healing. What’s your name?” Siren gently asked while holding the remote control behind her.

“Snow. Cold and stupid snow. Snow that melts away. Snow that’s bound to be forgotten.”

The boy just continued to stare down at his hands, as he was stuck in the middle of two thoughts: “I want to die,” and “I want to live.” Both thoughts were debating against each other like campaigning politicians with equal power, and whoever would win will be decided by Snow’s choice.

“Well,” Siren replied as she put the remote control on Snow’s open left hand, “Here’s something that’s meant for people like you, Snow. It’s supposed to be a rolled-up scroll, but since I’ve awoken in a different age now, I’ll have to show it to you differently. Do you want to hear more about it, though?”

Snow only responded with one silent nod, giving Siren a sign that he was listening.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to talk to you, Snow. Now, happiness is as easy as opening a rolled-up scroll, or in this case, pushing a button. I won’t mind if you won’t believe me, though. That’s just how I see it. I can try to cheer you up, but in the end, it’s not me that’s making you happy. It’s you. You can choose to be happy, or you can choose not to be happy.  And so, about that remote control that I gave you, it’s an object made out of my power that fully heals your physical and emotional wounds once you press that button. Now, I have a question to ask you: Do you want to be happy?”

“…”

Snow answered with silence as he stared at the remote control, and then at the knife, and then at the remote control, and then back at the knife again. He still couldn’t decide.

“Well, I normally go to wounded people when they call for help, but you’re the first wounded person that I went to without being called. I just woke up after a long sleep, you see, and my senses still aren’t functioning fully yet. Anyway, I’ll be leaving you to choose. I’ve met people like you who called for me but were still stuck in indecision, and I usually leave them alone after giving that remedy, because I believe that happiness is a choice that comes from within. See you again, Snow.”

With that, Siren disappeared with a smile and a rain of rose petals.

As for Snow…

“I want to die…” Snow said to himself while looking at the two things that he was holding, “But still, my desire to live won’t give up. When I think about it, there are so many happy things that I fear losing, and then that fear of loss tries to convince me that I should just die…”

Snow looked at the knife.

“With this knife, I can lead myself to death. Will I really find happiness in death? If I’m gone, will I really be happy? I want people to care for me, and I think that dying would make people do so, but when they do care for me, how can I come back and feel that care that I want to get from them? Still, this knife tells me that if I keep on living, I’ll still be crushed by suffering…and I don’t want to suffer…”

And then Snow looked at the remote control.

“With this remote control, I will lead myself back to life. Does it really work like that woman told me? I want to be eternally happy…but that seems to be expecting too much. The darkness always chases me, but those little glimmers of warm light…I remember them…those moments when I had fun with my family…when I had fun with my friends. My family is still okay right now, but I’m struggling with school. I’m practically the bullies’ punching bag, my grades are becoming really bad, and then as I hang around the Internet…I’m starting to think that people’s attempts to cheer me up aren’t helping. But with this remote control here…is it really that easy? It’s too good to be true…’Finding happiness is hard,’ is what some people say, but I’m curious. I know that I can’t find eternal happiness in this mortal world, but those little glimmers of warm light…I want to feel them again…Yeah…Maybe I should just go for the happy light within the sad darkness, instead of drowning myself in the sea of sad darkness…I should try…Yes…I should try pressing this button…”

Snow’s hands trembled as he started to make his decision. His focus on his left hand made him drop the knife on his right hand, while the remote control was starting to become gripped more and more firmly by Snow’s left hand. And then…

…He pressed the button.

*click*

Rose petals suddenly rained around Snow as he felt a calming warmth run within him. He felt himself becoming better, and then he realized:

“I feel better already! When I think about it…it’s just simple. I’ve been worrying too much about things that I can’t control, and doing so won’t help me get any better. I haven’t been doing my best in school, and I remember that my parents wanted me to do my best, not jump to some insane height that I can’t reach. I’ve also been letting myself be hurt by the bullies too much, and reporting them won’t hurt me at all, because I’m stopping myself from being hurt and I remember that my teachers at school will be able to help me as long as I let them help me. I haven’t felt this great in a long time!”

And then, Snow had another realization:

“That’s it…I’ve been so focused on myself that I found it hard to see the solutions to my problems, which were right nearby all this time! I can now see my reasons to be happy…my reasons to live…There are so many of them, and they’re quite close by, too!”

A voice suddenly rang in Snow’s mind after he realized that. It was Siren’s voice that spoke to him.

“That’s right, Snow. I’m glad that you chose to be happy and live on. Death is inevitable, but you should still live your life to the fullest. There are so many reasons to be happy, and there are so many reasons to live. Make this world a better place. I’m a forgotten spirit among the many forgotten spirits that just recently woke up from a long sleep recently, forgotten spirits that were meant to help humanity turn the world into a better place. Help us out. Help other people be happy. Influence them to be happy. Don’t force happiness into them, but just influence them. If ever your heart starts to sink into sadness again, remember that happiness is a choice that comes from within. Remember the remote control that I gave you. Consider it a gift from me. Whenever you start to feel sad again, picture the remote control in your hand, and then press the button again. If you’re wounded physically, it can help you, too, because it will heal your physical wounds faster. Actually, the healing power of that remote control starts from your emotions, and once you feel better emotionally, it heals you physically as well. Thank you very much for choosing to be happy, Snow. A job well done for me, and of course, a job well done for you. Thank you very much, Snow.”

After Snow heard that, tears of joy were already falling from his eyes. The remote control had vanished from his hands, as it had already become a part of his heart, ready for materialization when he needed it.

“You’re welcome…Siren…”

Snow smiled. His heart was now renewed, and it was full of happiness. He stood up from his bed, and then he said with a determined smile:

“It’s time to face forward. It’s time to face the burning heat. It may try to melt me away, but I won’t give up. There are so many reasons to live. There are so many reasons to be happy. Let’s do this, Snow! Let’s go!”

And then, he shouted with all his might:

“IT’S TIME TO SPREAD HAPPINESS!”

Stop Worrying Too Much, Tobby!

Today, another series of shocking events shook me,

But that’s how everyday works.

A series of twists and turns,

Ups and downs.

That’s an ordinary day.

I try to insulate all the heat that’s flying everywhere,

But I’m not perfect.

I’m still a piece of wood that easily burns up.

I’m not a perfectly honest person.

I still struggle to practice what I preach.

I feel like I’m a piece of wood pretending to be a piece of diamond.

Well, I pretty much suck right now

Worrying about all the heat around me,

But music plays into my ears again:

“Why worry about what others think

When you’re not doing anything wrong?

You’re worrying too much, Tobby.

You’re beginning to hurt yourself again.

You’re sensitive to the burning heat,

But you can draw inspiration even from a blazing flame.

Show your true colors.

A mask will never hide all the colors of an artist.

Wake up, Tobby.

Stop worrying too much!”

As this song rings in my ears,

I decide to close my eyes and shed some tears

And then open my eyes again with a renewed heart.

This heat can burn easily burn up a piece of wood like me,

But with the best I can,

I won’t let the flames burn me down.

I’ll let that song ring in my ears again

So that I’ll never forget

That reminder to myself:

Stop worrying too much, Tobby!

It’s time to lighten up and ride the Happy Mobile again!

Adjust Your Blogging Frequency, Tobby!

You didn’t blog again yesterday, man.

I know you can,

But it seems like blogging daily isn’t a good idea right now.

You have more important things that you need to focus on,

And right now, you’re like an easily-distracted hound.

You’re a freaking guy who still has freaking issues with Internet addiction.

You can get over it, Tobby.

Kick out the freaking laziness that’s holding you in a cage,

A cage that you yourself had made.

Calm down and focus, Tobby.

You still have your classes.

You still have your bigger goals.

You still have more important things to do.

Wouldn’t your life be a waste if you failed to do them?

But don’t worry.

You can do it.

You can motivate yourself.

It’s your choice.

Going from “being lazy” to “being productive”

Is as easy as flicking a switch.

Now then, let me remind you again:

Adjust your blogging frequency, Tobby!

Oh, and don’t forget to calm down and focus on the more important things that you need to do.

And also, look at the bright side, too!

The Power to Summon Entertainment Upon Declaration of Boredom

“I’m bored,” a teenage boy named Jack said while sitting on his bed in his room during a certain weekend morning.

“Did somebody say ‘I’m bored?'”

Suddenly, a floating clown with a colorfully bright outfit and two ghost tail-legs appeared in front of Jack.

“Well, that was fast,” Jack said, smiling at the sudden arrival of a colorful supernatural entity.

“I appear before people who declare their boredom,” the clown said with a funny dance. “I am Jester, the entertainment genie clown who can grant one wish to a bored person that declares their boredom! No one else would notice me except for the person that summoned me! Still, I haven’t been working for a long time, because I was sleeping, for, I don’t know, centuries, maybe? Supernatural guys like me were becoming the stuff of fiction, so we were pretty much losing our popularity as powerful spirits that can give you great suffering!”

“Uhhh…”

Jack was going “Wow” at this clown. He could grant one wish, he was freaking amusing despite the fact that he could make Jack suffer very much. Because he felt so entertained by this supernatural clown, Jack decided to take advantage of Jester’s presence.

“Jester, will you grant my wish?”

“Of course…uhhh…What’s your name, kid?”

“Jack.”

“Yes, Jack! I will grant your wish. What is your wish?”

“Give me the power to summon entertainment whenever I declare my boredom.”

“What in the world?”

Jester had never heard a wish such as that in his whole life. “Well, this wish was made out of impulse,” Jester thought. “Just like all the other bored people whose wishes I granted. Well, time to teach another person a lesson by making them regret having their wish granted!”

“Hello? Jester?”

“Yes, yes! I shall grant your wish!” Jester joyfully responded. “Anything is possible for a wish-granter like me! And away!”

Jester suddenly disappeared in an explosion of bright lights that temporarily blinded Jack. After a while, Jack could see clearly again.

“Huh? Where did Jester go?”

Jester was now nowhere to be found…Well, he just turned himself invisible to watch Jack have fun and then experience regret.

As for Jack, he just shrugged Jester’s disappearance off, and he went out of his house to check out his new power.

Jack then stood on the sidewalk in front of his house in the suburbs, and then he declared in a plain voice.

“I’m bored.”

Nothing happened for a few moments, but then…

*CRASH*

…A giant missile suddenly crashed into the wide road in front of him. It didn’t explode or anything, though. The neighbors were awoken by the noise, too.

“Wow,” Jack said, now down on the ground because of the force of the crash. “That was freaking nuts.”

Jack went back on his feet, and then he declared again, this time more loudly:

“I’m bored!”

*KABOOM*

The missile immediately exploded, leaving a big and deep crater on the wide road. The neighbors were even more disturbed by the blast, causing them to go out of their houses in a panic and see what just happened. As for Jack, he was down on the ground again, with his face and clothes covered in ashes.

“I now regret having wished for that power. Jester, are you there?”

“Yes, I am!”

Jester suddenly appeared beside Jack, with the clown feeling amused at this turn of events.

“You’re the fastest one to regret your wish among all the wish-makers that I met, Jack!” Jester said. “Giving you such a power was a pretty dangerous thing, since you’re toying with powers beyond your comprehension, and watching you learn from your mistake was very amusing!”

“Don’t worry, Jester,” Jack said, staring at the crater on the road, “I won’t be getting angry at you. I just wish that I forgot all that just happened.”

“Well, since you have amused me by impressively learning your lesson quickly, I shall grant your wish!”

Jester disappeared again in an explosion of bright lights that only Jack could see, and then Jack became knocked out cold on the ground.

“Hmm…maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” Jester thought to himself. “He’s going to forget the lesson that he just learned! Oh well, maybe next time. I’ll visit him again when he declares his boredom again.”

And so, Jester went on to wait for the next caller to mess with.

You Need Motivation, Tobby

Well, the weekend’s coming again, and I’ve spent my time at home mostly lazing around in my room with the computer.

I have small but important college things that I need to do, and I have writings that I want to finish, too.

You need motivation, Tobby. Don’t let yourself be distracted by things that would waste your time. Manage your time properly, bear. You wanted to finish them, right? Go do them already! Along with that, balance your time properly. Don’t let yourself go lazy. It’ll mess up your head. If you’re not focused on doing something important, then you’ll easily get distracted. Set your priorities straight, bear.

*sigh…*

People, I need motivation!