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A month ago, CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) published a piece of news about purchasing eyeglasses online; a month later, this news has already been commented on by thousands of people. With the rise of purchasing eyeglasses online, more and more eyeglass wearers have begun to focus their attention on it. However, with regard to buying eyewear online, some support it while others still have doubts about it. What has turned numerous eyeglass wearers from traditional brick-and-mortar eyeglass stores to online ones? Firmoo’s slogan tells you everything: Vision and Fashion the Frugal Way.

Most eyeglasses wearers have purchased eyeglasses at traditional eyeglass stores. Nevertheless, due to the limited styles and unaffordable prices, consumers have had to regard eyeglasses as a medical tool used to correct vision instead of a fashion accessory. But now, with the emergence of online eyeglass shopping, we can get fashionable eyeglasses at reasonable prices. Among the many online eyeglass stores, Firmoo, which combines fashion and economy, is undoubtedly the most outstanding one.

As we all know, we usually have to spend hundreds of dollars on a pair of glasses at brick-and-mortar eyeglass stores. Yet, you can get the same pair of glasses from online eyeglass stores at a fraction of the price. For this reason, buying glasses online is, so to speak, quite an economical way to get eyeglasses. Among the numerous online optical stores, Firmoo is the most economic one. Customers can usually get their beloved glasses at a price that is up to 90% lower than that in brick-and-mortar eyeglass stores. Furthermore, new customers can even get their first pair for FREE there. Some people may doubt the quality, safety, durability, etc. of eyeglasses purchased online, but there is no need to worry when purchasing from Firmoo. Firstly, all glasses provided by Firmoo are carefully manufactured by skilled workers and are strictly inspected by professional opticians before shipment, thus ensuring the quality and safety of glasses; secondly, Firmoo has developed a try-on tool for customers to try their beloved eyeglasses on so as to see how they look on them; thirdly, Firmoo has a customer service team that has always been committed to offering their valued customers the best service; lastly, all glasses available at Firmoo are provided by their affiliated factory, which is why they can offer eyeglasses at such a low price.

“We have dozens of affiliated eyeglasses factories which enable us to provide our customers with the most affordable eyeglasses around because there are no middlemen in between. Meanwhile, we have devoted ourselves to providing our valued customers with fashionable and aesthetic eyeglasses,” said Patrick Li, Firmoo’s CEO.

Compared with purchasing eyeglasses at brick-and-mortar eyeglass stores, purchasing eyeglasses online is not only more economical but also enables customers to select from more fashion elements. This is due to Firmoo meticulously picking several hundred classic styles from thousands of eyeglass models.

Firmoo CEO Patrick Li also added, “Our team has selected hundreds of classical and fashionable styles in order to save time for our customers when they are picking eyeglasses.”

So what do online eyeglass stores bring to us? We believe the answer is fashion and frugality.

For more details about how to get fashionable and economical glasses from Firmoo, please visit: http://www.firmoo.com/

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My Untold Story Years After

I know we all remember Japan, India, Thailand and Haiti for the earthquakes and tsunamis and America for hurricanes. Times like these, the whole world explicitly joins in prayers for every nation’s recovery, a sentiment well and good, as we all stood witness to see ourselves rose up to the challenge and recover with such speed and efficiency through relief and rehabilitation operations from here and overseas.

I have mine to remember after Ondoy dumped rain that inundated Metro Manila and nearby provinces the weather disturbance that left more than 600 people dead and damage to infrastructure and agriculture estimated at close to P30 billion.

Preparing for Murphy’s Law, anyone?

Philippines is an equally calamity-prone country. It’s been three years now since Ondoy, and it was a plight to remember. Mother Nature can sometimes turn on her children; and when she does, look out! We may contend that Noah’s experience had nothing on a typhoon-related flood; I can now speak from personal experience in this regard. While most of us don’t put our preparedness principle succinctly, it only takes a little planning and an understanding that Murphy’s Law is in full application at all times: Anything that can go wrong, will, and at the worst possible time. And then there is Finnigan’s Addendum: “Murphy was an optimist.”

Even when Murphy’s Law operates in full force, you can still keep its effects manageable by being prepared. Sometimes despite our best efforts, the fates conspire against us. Sometimes our belt buckle breaks just as our suspenders let go. But keep in mind that good habits can be acquired as easily as bad ones and can sometimes save us from a bad outcome.

When Alen and I were still connected with the “old” iProfile, our shift was 12 midnight till 8 in the morning; so, technically, our Monday is on a Tuesday as our Friday is on a Saturday. We still went to work even with the trickle of rains on September 25, 2009. Despite what looked to be a grim typhoon prognosis during that week, though the rain never stopped, still all our fate obviously depended in the hands of our local weather gurus at PAG-ASA, and we defied warnings.

Typhoon Ondoy Signal No. 1 was already hoisted over Luzon Wednesday morning. This week, Karlo only reported for work Monday, September 21, 2009. He had already filed for a leave of absence from Tuesday, September 22, 2009 onwards, or at least until Sugar’s condition stabilizes because she was having premature contractions on her third trimester of pregnancy, let alone their first baby. It was a good thing, too, Francis was already scheduled to work the graveyard shift, and nonetheless, Alen and I found solace in him in Karlo’s absence. But that Friday evening, there was no sign of Francis.

Anyway, Friday, September 25, 2009, Alen and I met at our usual rendezvous, The Tagpuan, (meeting place) where Karlo used to pick us up during workdays. Alen lives in Binangonan, Karlo in Taytay and Francis in Antipolo. The tryst was perfect either at the Marick Subdivision waiting shed or at Petron gasoline station where I was so near. This is along Ortigas Ext. right after Junction, where Robinson’s Place is. And not minding the rains, “Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work we go.”

Ever Gotesco Cainta, 2 p.m.

Our Tale of Woe Began at 12 p.m.

Going home just like any ordinary day despite the rains, we took the usual route to Gate 1, Fort Bonifacio. There were four of us passengers in the FX. Everything was fine until the intersection of Buting.Traffic had already started to build at the intersection where we had to make a right turn, which unfortunately, was already like a lagoon. The MMDA people were moving these orange portable barriers which they use to put in the middle of the road to create a detour and give way to motorists that were already stuck ahead of us. Anyway, we finally made our right turn and proceeded way up and down the flyover for a U-turn. The two other passengers alighted, so Alen and I had the service to ourselves by then.

We were somewhere near Valle Verde when we were inching our way through, naively believing we will be in Junction soon, but we got stuck at a gasoline station. The traffic was really heavy. Over the radio we could hear news about places heavily flooded. Because we were tired and sleepy, we dozed off. We just didn’t know how long; but when we woke up, we were still in the same spot. I found myself wondering why there were no vehicles going the opposite direction. So I started sending messages to friends and family that we got stuck in traffic. After some text exchanges, I dozed off again.

Stranded people on the streets

We finally manage to get through the other side of the road. Floodwaters at Valle Verde were indeed high. The driver continued to drive until we made our way around Julia Vargas to Ortigas. After going through those possible routes he could take to get us through the floods, he told us IPI was as far as he could take us, and that we just have to take a bus. He could no longer take chances and just wished he was home soon as much as we did. He was the first Good Samaritan we encountered this day. He didn’t charge us for the fare at all.

And the plot thickens. You know exactly what’s coming next, don’t you? And our tale of woe began innocently enough at 12 p.m., September 26, 2009, Saturday. We alighted the FX and started walking the flyover down to Rosario, Pasig, hoping we could get a ride; but to no avail. At the foot of the flyover, floodwater was deep and murky; and the thought of walking was getting into me, “Oh, boy, are you kidding me?”

Against all odds

It wasn’t a safety zone, although the water was seemingly subtle. But as we proceeded to Jenny’s, it got deeper and deeper. Scared, I had to be observant of the “what-ifs” and be cognizant. Safety was uppermost in my mind. The point is to make myself familiar with my surroundings. So if we must retreat, however, where could we easily make a quick exit?

The current was strongest in front of St. Joseph and the Iglesia ni Kristo. We had no choice but to walk against the rapids and past it. We had to. I was already having cramps on my legs and toes. Water on the street was to my waist. Despite my occasional humorous remarks, I was in no way mean to make light of our safety and well being. As we continued to “shoot the rapids,” Alen bumped into her friend Jomar and together we finally made it to Ever Gotesco at 2 p.m., which I called the “pitstop” of our “leggedy flood race.”

Soaking wet, hungry and tired, Alen and I went inside to buy something to eat, but there was already power outage. Ever grocery store was almost close and so were the food chains, and they won’t sell anymore except for Mr. Donuts. Left with no choice, three small donuts each, a cup of lukewarm coffee and water comprised our sumptuous lunch. We got out and sat right in front of the walkway, our backs leaning on Mercury Drugstore’s glass wall. Suddenly a man shouted for us to we got up, and there we saw the water coming in so fast. We could no longer see the pavement. Not long after Ever was waist deep in floodwater that we have to go inside and sat on the stairs, hoping it will soon subside but did not. We were trapped.

Our Refuge Center, Ever Gotesco Cainta

Frustrations and More Frustrations!

Globe signal was a disaster! Even with full bars, we could hardly send and receive any messages at all. And if I got lucky to find a spot by the stairs where I could send updates, responses were like two or three hours late. Ever management was forced to let us all in on the second floor. Oftentimes, we’d walked around, stood on the stairs and observed if the water was subsiding as we watched the parked vehicles’ taillights blink underwater as horns and back horns honking endlessly. If only to make the best of the bad situation, we told wild stories and laughed about it, but the moment of silence waiting for tomorrow and wanting to go home was agonizing and seemed like forever.

The spot where we stayed the night at Ever Cainta

Ever Gotesco became a refugee center. We found our own place where there were empty cabinets intended for stalls. I had banana in my bag and that was what we had for dinner. Two other people joined us Sikyo (security guard), whose name we never knew, and Buntis (pregnant) whose name was Jenny. She was six months pregnant then and she was crying, so we comforted her.

Food were in scarce. Food chains like Chow King, McDonalds, or whatever else were there, and even Ever management never offered anything for all of us people who were hungry and stranded. NOTHING! Not even water to drink. NO CHARITY. It was still business as usual.

It was getting late and we were hungry and tired. We haven’t slept yet. Good thing Sikyo saw somebody selling chocolate chips; and that, too, at least pacified our hunger. Since we already knew that we would stay the night, we saved the other half for breakfast for there was nowhere to buy food.

As time passed, resting or sleeping for like 30 minutes was hard as our wet clothes were slowly drying up from our body heat. I had my spot to lay my tired body on, inside the cabinet in a fetal position, my bag my pillow. Alen and Buntis had theirs, too, and would take turns on the L-shaped structure. Jomar made it to the floor with a piece of wood and Sikyo in the security guard’s quarters. We stayed there for 22 hours and so with the other typhoon refugees.

Even if the Gods were not Smiling Yet

Inching our way on the flooded street

September 27, 2009, people coming from places like Taytay or somewhere far east kept coming to rest for a while. Water was still the same the day before. So dough nuts for lunch, bananas and chocolate cookies for dinner, and one salted egg for breakfast. We had chicken sandwich for lunch from somebody we didn’t even know. He just happened to swim his way to Ever coming from Junction.

At least we now had our fill as get ready to leave. 12 p.m., Sunday, even if gods were not smiling yet and for the second time we defied people’s warnings, off we went down the stairwell.

Though I looked confident and not acting like a nervous Nelly, I was shaking in fear as we started walking to get to Ortigas Avenue Ext. I began humming “The Lord’s Prayer” in my mind on our way out the parking lot onto the flooded street. I’d sing it at every chance I could after distractions, and especially after people who we came across were telling me that I would not make it because I was too small, and that I should just stay at Ever until the water subsides. “Thank you,” we said, “Bro will take good care of us.”

That was it! No turning back! From Ever Gotesco down to the flooded street of Ortigas Avenue. That very moment I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb. I could only hear voices. In my mind, I was uttering, “God, help us please. Help us please” over and over. I happened to look to my right and I saw this guy with a water container that kept him afloat. He told me to hold onto the handle, and I vaguely remember me reaching out for it. I was like in a trance! But there I was and Jenny AFLOAT! How I ended up being carried on the back by another guy, I couldn’t specifically tell you.

Holding onto ropes to survive the raging current

Inching our way to land, people shouting hold onto the ropes, current is raging ahead on three subdivision entrances, be careful, people helping one another, these things I would never forget for as long as I live. My lips shaking and my teeth clacking was when I came back to my senses and heard the man said, “You can now step on the gutter but hold onto the rope.” On tiptoe, water was to my nose, that I had to look up in order to breath. The guy with the container never left me. Together we inched our way to the middle of the road and they left Buntis and me on a spot where the water was knee deep.

What I have now are only bits and pieces of how I lugged and heaved and bounced with these two guys that Bro sent from nowhere, generally reliable and resilient during this critical time. All I can recall was that they took turns helping us out in our scary ordeal from Ever to BF. I never had a chance to know their names and may not even see these two guys ever again, nor remember their faces; but I will be forever grateful to them. So still in shock that when I was about to say “thank you,” I had to shout it out.

Lives lost

Finally, we set foot on a piece of land at last. That was the only spot where you can see G-Liner buses, jeepneys and SUVs filled with people who were obviously hoping and waiting to get across the flood to go home. I saw one unfortunate corpse intentionally placed on the bridge, that maybe by any chance someone he knew may recognize him and tell his family.

I could already see Robinson’s neon sign from where we were standing. “Just one more lap and we’re in Marick,” I thought. While thinking of way to manage getting across, a neighbor saw me. He has rented a man-made raft made of marine ply the size of one square meter with plastic water containers tied underneath that made it float. It has two long ropes tied under the raft making it manageable for the six teenagers who took turns pulling it in the direction where they wanted it to go. Buntis and I were seated on top of the platform.

We reached the entrance of Marick Subdivision. I face lighted when I saw the street going to the subdivision with water only up to half of my legs. “Thank God,” it thought. So we started walking if only to find out that when we got to Irma Street, the water was getting deeper and deeper and the current stronger, so was Gracia Street, where we live. Jenny, Alen and I have to hold onto this inflated tire interior to keep us afloat.

Picking up the Slack

Home was not the end the rainbow with a pot of gold. Floodwater was like five feet inside out. Everything was floating and in disarray. I just let on a sigh. I didn’t mind. I was home safe. Picking up the slack from Ondoy’s devastating wrath took us weeks of cleaning and disposing things.

Picking up the slack

I had been through a lot of floods in the past, but nothing compares to what I’ve been through on September 26, 2009. It took me months before I could even look at Ever Gotesco. Trickles of rain send shivers to my body in the same manner that it frightens me when it’s raining hard with gusty winds, thunder and lightning. I now fear the sight of rivers with water so high and deep underneath bridges.

Despite all these, there’s one thing I am sure of, there is always blessing and miracle behind tragedies. Bro knew that sometimes a helpful hand may create havoc. Not only that people could hurt themselves, but they could knock over others who were making their way to safety at that time; but HE never made it happen. HE was out there to watch us through and He made sure that we got home safe.

 

 

 

 

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