Gello Oponda

On August 19 Friday, we visited Little Lions – NYC Cat Cafe.

They had about 20 cats in-store and all were adoptable. They came from a rescue shelter, Best Friend Animal Society.

Sipping a cup of tea, a gentlemen who happened to be one of the shelter volunteers spoke to me about each and every cat there. He had such pure knowledge and passion when he spoke about them.

Best Friend Animal Society is a new booming rescue shelter. They are so new that they do not have their own location where people can simply adopt. Instead, they do pop up adoption events in big stores. For an example, their next pop-up adoption location was at a salon by flatiron building on August 27 Saturday.

Usually, I do engage myself into long never ending conversations with volunteers from the past cat cafe visits. However, this particular one from Little Lions Cat Cafe intrigued me the most.

So on August 27 Saturday, we attended the pop-up adoption event.

And.

One look to every cage at the store and my heart was completely sold to Angelo. He was tiny and skinny. His big sky blue eyes were looking right at me. It was such a strange connection to have, and with a cat! I immediately voiced to the volunteers that I would like to have a “bonding moment” with him. This is where they put you in a corner with the cat alone to see if you and the future pet vibe well.

When I first held him, he was as light as a feather. I was so scared to crush his perfect body with even little strength. Now we’re up close and his details were absolutely stunning. The selected white fur mapped from the centred his face down to his chin. His white socks on all four paws. The white tip on his black tail. His extremely long white whiskers that appeared to be too long for his face.

As soon as I held him, he was so happy and active. A minute later, he was purring. He was perfect.

Right after, I filled out the adoption papers and confirmed all the details.

On August 27th at 1:05pm, Angelo is finally adopted.

 

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What was I thinking?

What was I thinking..

To be saving up for 2 years with full time jobs that had impossible grave yard shifts.

What was I thinking..

To be arranging two of my friends as roommates in New York City

What was I thinking..

To be moving into a city, hoping that things will go according to plan

What was I thinking..

To be financially stable on my own and assuring my parents that I don’t need their financial help

What was I thinking..

To be full time in both school and work

What was I thinking..

To be ordering from seamless every now and then but swore to cook

But.

I did it anyway. I’m still surviving, striving, and smiling. I feel more independent and confident from each decision I made. Surround yourself with positive energy, they’ll guide you through it.

Just take it one step at a time.

CX831 – Five minutes until take off

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

Success is a simple measurement of the commitment, sacrifice & pain one endures to achieve a dream.

-Anonymous

Panting. Grabbing onto my backpack and running around the departure area,           trying to find GATE 17.

Boarded. Finding my seat. Oh, there at the front row by the window at the economy section.

I was excited and anxious for the whole new journey that was awaiting for me. While I try to make myself comfortable, I fiddled with my surroundings like a child- clicking the light button repeatedly, playing with the cigarette ashtray only to find pieces of dried gum inside. I knew it was going to be a while until I find myself on a plane again.

Five minutes before lift off.

Passengers adjusting into their seats. The sounds of storage compartments clicking, weights of their heavy carry ons, flight attendants helping with a hush tone and passengers’ bickering that filled the limited air were slowly dying down.

Four minutes left.

I am on a non-stop plane from Hong Kong to New York. (That’s 15 hours) As my mind rambles on it’s own, it slowly hits me who and what I’m leaving behind. Home. Geez, I’ll miss the apartment my family and I have lived in for the past 18 years, especially my bedroom. I will miss the sweet subtle perfume my mother always wear. The worn out leather jackets my father loves to collect. I felt queasy as the “soon-to-be-homesick” thoughts ran through my mind.

Three minutes.

I pulled out my backpack that was securely stored underneath my seat, took my childhood pillow out, and held it as tightly as I could. The seatbelt sign lit up with a ding sound, the lights dimmed as the safety video played. The airplane was starting to move on the runway.

Two minutes.

I embraced the pillow, clenching it tightly. Quick flashbacks of home filled my mind: my parents, my brother, best friends, and just all of “home”. I remembered the big farewell surprise party they organised for my 18th birthday, first drinks, first job – all the memories, tears, and laughter.

One minute.

I inhaled and exhaled again. The entire aircraft was trembling. The growing growling sound of the engines made my heart beat faster. The only images in my head were the last farewells at the airport from my family and friends. My eyes were fairly swollen from tearing up when they announced the last call for GATE 17 departure. I have said my goodbyes. Now the plane is angling at about 15 degree.

Lift off.

My chest sunk for a split second. I slowly opened my eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked out of the window and saw the Hong Kong islands below me. I whispered once again, “goodbye.” Inhale, exhale.

This was originally written on her moleskine book in 2012.