VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 9: Montréal, QC

VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 9: Montréal, QC

Montréal is just a heaven for street photographers. I myself am not one, and I never thought I would be interested in becoming one as well, but once I made my first visit to Montréal I just knew right away that I wouldn’t actually mind to give it a shot for the upcoming three days. Cause, frickin’ Montréal!

Every corner in every neighbourhood just got their own artsy–and sometimes slightly edgy–vibes. From the Old Montréal, to the Port of Montréal, all the way to the effin’ colourfully aesthetic Gay Village and basically everywhere else in the city, they’re all just gems the way they are. To be honest, it requires so little effort to find beautiful housings with nice-looking paintings or beautiful vintage decors. And the place where I stay in the University of Montréal area is no exception, where I couchsurf for the second time with another super-lovely host and another amazing guest as well.

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Au Revoir, Chéticamp

Au Revoir, Chéticamp

The day I said farewell to Cape Breton Island, it was all gloomy and misty. I had made up my mind about the appalling hostel and second-thought that it was actually a comforting space to come home after the past five sunsets. I had tried to deal with the thought of never seeing Nate and Brianna again, the two people that helped me envision my best days in Cheticamp, and I had prepared myself for not crying on the train while reminiscing all the good, nice things happened in Cheticamp and around. I had even forgiven Zac for not being completely honest about what kind of holes I’d have trapped myself during my stay there, and decided to only write good things about the stay on his guest book and keep the rest with me. (Well, and you guys too since I actually wrote this post. I’m sorry Zac.)

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Post-Thoughts on Good Will Hunting

Post-Thoughts on Good Will Hunting

To be really honest and also to confirm some ideas about me from people who know me: you guys are right, I am indeed not actually passionate about geology. Gosh, studying ugly-coloured sedimentary rocks that are not even fascinating to look at, that was never something my younger self imagined to be something I would be devoted to do anytime in the future. But now that I am taking a Master’s degree in it, doesn’t it sound like I’ve been investing too much for someone who is not even that into the subject?

The thing is, that kind of “passion” is not what keeps me going. Nearly six years being submerged into this field, I realize that I do not necessarily have to be interested and excited about the subject to keep myself being on the track. I wasn’t, and am not even looking for fun in something that I would like to study, learn, and be responsible about. Most people who know me would’ve (and even have) said, “I think your passion is in art! Why didn’t you go to art school and became an artist instead?”

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Good Will Hunting (1997)

Good Will Hunting (1997)

Have you ever looked at a very fortunate somebody, blessed with some sort of gift the majority of people in the world would kill to steal, and yet they seem to really have no idea about what to do with those talents it irritates you so much to the very core of your bones?

But wait a sec. Do they really have to utilize it the way you think though? ‘Cause maybe, it is just this little world in our minds that keeps telling us to always aim for a greater good. Maybe, since they never actually asked to be born with such great gifts, it is not actually their faults that they’re not using–let alone maximizing–that massive luck the rest of the world wish they had been born with. But of course we’d all think oh what an arrogant, imbecile prick who wouldn’t use their frickin’ ability to achieve an actual something that makes the world a better place. Or at least to make jealous a bunch of losers who wished it had been them who achieve those stuff. Give it to me and I’ll aim high, I’ll land in a place where I have better chances to fix the world. In other words, a place where I can get more satisfaction about myself as a human being, having something bigger to claim that distinguishes me from the mediocre. Where I could feel secure about my accomplishments and stop worrying about my images in society.

After all, isn’t that what we’re after? Or has it ever solely been that pure intention of “I want to change the world“?

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VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 8: Chéticamp, NS

VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 8: Chéticamp, NS

Out of all places I travelled to within this nearly one month trip, Chéticamp offers the most unexpected journey indeed. Many things didn’t actually go as I planned, but at the end of the day, I realized that those are all the facts that made this journey very remarkable. And still, that shifting plans do not change the fact that this small town located just outside the entrance of the Cape Breton National Park is such a charm worth uncovering; with its bluish scene of the limitless Atlantic Ocean and the sparkling drops of goldish sun rays touching it, wildflowers of all magnificent summer hues that separates the ocean with a secret pedestrian road that I stumbled upon by chance, and of course the majestic green highlands on the other side of the road, surrounding the town with such splendid background.

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VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 7: Cape Breton National Park (ii)

VIA Canada 150 Trip Part 7: Cape Breton National Park (ii)

Does a single hike suffice for representing the entire and infinite grandeur of the Cape Breton National Park? Heck no. Which is why after I did the hike with Nate, I signed up for a program offered by the Cape Breton National Park; the Sunset Skyline Hike. It is basically a hike around the dusk time to the most famous trail in the entire Cape Breton, the Skyline Trail, so that we can see glimpses of sunset from the top of the mountain. The thought of sitting on top of the highland plateau overlooking the fine shades of sunset submerging into the depth of the distant Atlantic Ocean convinced me that this is not something I want to miss. And I had never been so correct about a decision in my life.

But the highlight wasn’t really about the hike only. It was also the time that I met Brianna, another Cape Breton National Park interpreter who made me realize that Nova Scotians are probably indeed the nicest and kindest people I’ve met in my entire life.

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