Being a varsity player of the Ateneo Chess Team, I was required to attend the Blue Eagle Cheer Rally today at 1630 at the Blue Eagle Gym. I didn't go to the Guidance Testing for juniors of the School of Science and Engineering (SOSE) and of the School of Social Sciences (SOSS) cuz coach Idel said that the University Athletics Office has called the Guidance Office and you know, sort of asked about having the players take a late Guidance Test.

Anyway, during the photo shoot of the Women's Chess Team with coach Idel, the photographer was saying these instructions which I couldn't hear cuz of these noisy Ateneans (what do you expect? We're in the gym and everyone could talk or shout their hearts out. And it WAS a cheer rally.).

Oh well, here were the remarks I got from the photographer. Really, that freakin' photographer made me the center of attention (center of remarks??)

Remark #1: Your ID. - I thought that the photographer wanted us to show our IDs (and Arlene thought so, too) and so I didn't remove my ID. But then, when everyone was starting to wear their IDs, the photographer said again, "No IDs please," then looked at my freakin' ID.

Remark #2: Your cellphone. - How would I know??? It seemed like he didn't want anything (as in ANYTHING) or even a part of that thing showing off like crazy. Duh, my cellphone was just in my pants' right pocket and you know that cellphone accessory that hangs from the end of your phone (whatever it is called)? I had one (of the Doraemon variety straight from Japan which cost my brother 700 yen) and it was hanging out of my pocket. The photographer said, "Your cellphone," which only meant "Hide it somewhere else." Good thing my pants has these two more pockets in the knee-part. The left one carried my wallet. The right one I used to keep my cellphone away from the scrupulous eyes of the photographer. Coach Idel said that it seemed like I had so many things with me.

Remark #3: Your glasses. - Now, what did my glasses do? Ok, so I guess it would reflect some light and that would quite affect the outcome of the pictures but... Ok, fine. I won't say anything. Actually, I took my glasses off. The thing was, I hanged it from the neckline of my Cheer Rally shirt. Of course, I forgot about the photographer's scrupulous eyes and his distaste at seeing things other than those that contribute to the symmetry and "oneness" of the system (which was us, the Chess Team). But this was the third!

Remark #4: Your hair. - See? Even my hair wasn't able to get past through his rigorous examination. I had to pull them back cuz he didn't want any hair in front of anyone's shoulders. Hair should stay at your back. Safely secured by your ears. "The small one," he said after I shoved my long hair back. What he meant was those strands in this tiny braid. Great. Just great.

Remark #5: Your belt. - I couldn't understand how I reached up to the fifth remark. Although this is kinda funny, having all these remarks given to you (and only you) and not to the others. So what? Everyone's ready and in their positions and formal posture, which looked like the pose of someone being subjected into a firing squad where you put both of your hands in your back (back... that word again) and then the photographer says, "Your belt." So, I wasn't causing too much delay, was I? Man, the team was just like, "Dj...! Delaying tactics!" Ahaha!!

Good thing, the remarks stopped there. I thought he was going to say something like, "Your necklace" or "Your bracelets" or "Your earrings." Ahahaha!!! That would be too much too handle.

And know what? I'm going to be at the center of the picture cuz that's the place where the photographer had positioned me.

Anyway, click here then click the pig. Please do not click if you do not have your sounds turned on. There's no fun in that.