stories of a filipino startup

Sick. Feverish. Insecure. It was my turn to enter the room and pitch. Fake bravado. I said a little prayer, and walked through the door. There were a lot of lights. There were 2 cameras I think. 5 judges/investors sitting in front. There was a screen where I would present. Behind the camera stood Carl, watching. I faked a hop in my step to show that I was confident, coupled it with a smile. I didn’t know if I was fooling anyone, but at some level it worked to “fool” myself that I was indeed confident. “Good morning investors!” I exclaimed as I stood in a spot marked X beside the screen. Then John, the host of the show just walked to the center in front of me. He spoke in a shushed voice. “Are you nervous? This is it man. Could you repeat saying good morning in a louder voice?” Ok, that took me off my spontaneity, but what the hell. I think my voiced cracked a little, so yah, maybe I should repeat. Also, come to think of it, I have not really said more than a few words for the past 2 ho...

 Murphy's law somehow always catches up with us.  This is no sh*t, the 2 days before the pitch on the "Final Pitch" show, I started suffering from a fever. Note that at this time, despite lower cases, Covid 19 was still a thing. So there was always paranoia. Also, to be able to join the shooting, I should send a negative covid test. So I am going to divulge some really irresponsible sh*t I did. The morning of the pitch I still had a fever, 38 point something degrees, still quite high. I gulped up glasses of Berocca and had a BioFlu tablet. I had to take a covid rapid test and send an email of my result. I had one at home but I was too afraid to take the test because I might get a positive result. So yes, here is the sh*tty Jason showing up, filled with desperation, I faked the result. I had my wife take it and took a picture of it and emailed it to the film staff.  It was irresponsible and there are no other reasons to justify my actions putting at risk a lot of people. B...