Judgment Bunny Gets a Phone Call

I was just on my way into the elevator today when I got a call on my cellphone. It was a landline number that my phone didn't recognize, and I didn't pick it up because I wasn't in a hurry and couldn't wait for the next elevator car. It was an Ortigas number that looked vaguely familiar. I tried dialling the number when I got off the elevator, but I kept getting a busy signal. Oh, well, if it's important, they'll call back, I thought, and tucked the phone into my pocket.

It wasn't till I started the car when the sleeping neurons in my head awakened from their drooly slumber. "6346516? You know that number because...ah, you used to call it quite a bit when you were young, uncool, and secretly called radio stations to make requests. You never got through, though."

Well, my neurons might be lazy, but they were right. 6346516 called back, and it turned out to be from NU107. They wanted to know if I could maybe be one of the judges at the NU Rock Awards this year.

Yay! I mean, YAY! In the course of this job, I've been a judge at competitions big and small, from the barely tolerable acoustic competitions where (true story) the lyric "I'm constipated for your love" actually figured, to prestigious music awards like MTV Pilipinas and the Awit Awards. But I can't begin to tell you what being asked to judge the NU107 Rock Awards is like for me. I was, all throughout the critical years of high school, so uncool it wasn't even funny enough to be material for a future bitter autobiography. I was making phone calls to radio stations to request songs, ferchissakes. And I didn't even know how uncool it was, because I was just a whole black hole of uncoolness.

So now, here I am, almost 15 years away from being 15 years old and NU107 called me! To judge the Rock Awards! Oh my god. This is like...like being named Prom King or Queen years after the fact. Revenge of the nerds, baby! *evil laugh*

Next week: Judgment Bunny is invited to the Judges' Lunch, where she will find out which bands will be on the receiving end of her judgment oranges of doom.