Day 6: 6 Current Goals

  1. That others would see Him in me.
  2. Start journaling more
  3. Be a blessing to those around me.
  4. Run at least 3 times every week and enter a 10k. Who knows, maybe I’ll run a marathon someday?
  5. Study harder and graduate.
  6. Reach out to you guys more :)



Day 5: My Dream Job

My goal is to create a life I don’t need a vacation from.


Dream Job:

I’d love to spend my life helping others. That’s the highest, purest form of human happiness isn’t it?

I’ve always loved the medical field – the thought of helping to change other people’s lives in little and big ways has always thrilled me. Recently this year, I had an opportunity to volunteer at a three day, free health clinic that was held in Los Angeles. It was amazing to see how many different kinds of people needed help and to see how desperately they needed it! Definitely one of my most favorite memories ever.

So there’s my dream job – kind of obscure, but at least I have an idea lol.

I want to witness for God by helping to change other people’s lives in the medical field :D If that doesn’t work out, I pray that I’m willing to follow His plan for me.


A Tribute.



September 12, 2014.

This was the day that my blog was launched. I was inspired to start a blog when I learned about the story of Malala, a girl who used her blog to reach out to people and educate others. I wanted to do that too. And so, was born. Over the years, it has gone through numerous blog names, site adjustments, and even a site address change. Today, Thee Adventurette stands in its little corner among the other fabulous websites of the Internet.

Almost 2 years have passed since my very first post was published. No matter how long you’ve been following me, just know that you mean the absolute world to me and I feel so honored to have 100 supporters at my side. I know that 100 supporters might not seem like a lot to some of you, but to me, it’s completely mind-blowing.

*throws confetti and sparklers everywhere*

Thank you all so, so SO MUCH for all your love and support! I love you all from here to the next galaxy and back.



The Eyes of Music

He was just a young boy – he didn’t deserve to go through so much at such a tender age. Anyone could look into his deep brown eyes and sense the sadness reflected there. When his parents divorced, the young boy’s heart was shattered. His grades suffered in school, and he saw no point to learning. He developed an attitude…and this continued until his mother realized that her son needed help. And that’s when the boy fell into the world of music.

He never imagined that a piece of delicately carved wood could interest him, but that’s what he started doing – he was given a cello and a bow, and he started practicing. He had fallen deeply in love with music – a love that would never fade. It was a way to express his pent-up feelings as never before. As the boy grew more skillful, his life began to change. His grades began rising again as he developed a more hopeful outlook on life.

The boy began joining various orchestras and community music organizations, all the while studiously learning in school – even taking honors classes. His repertoire expanded as his talent grew. When he played, it was as if he was one with the cello, and the cello with him. Several years later, he is in the teenage years, and the talented boy continues on in his musical journey. Now, he has hopes. Dreams. Hopes of becoming a professional future – dreams of getting into colleges and academies that would help him on his musical career.

If you look into his eyes today, they aren’t the same eyes as they were several years ago. Sure, there are still traces of sorrowfulness from his childhood – but now…there is light. There is love – for music, and for life.

And a young, ordinary girl in this cellist’s orchestra saw all this. She saw the changed life of the young cellist – how much he had to go through to get to where he was today. It inspired her, and she decided to write this post to remind the world that anything is possible if you work hard for it.




Little Fierce Thing.

though she be but little she is fierce

Don’t underestimate her.
She’s tougher than you think.
She may seem timid and shy,
But under that is a fierce girl,
Who’s ready for the next challenge
And never ready to give up.
She may be “but little,” but she

Thank you, William Shakespeare.


That Girl Over There

Day 4: I Can’t Even List Everything – the Title Would Be Too Long!

   Wow! What. A. Day. I don’t think I even have to tell you that I’m wiped out beyond words! Day 4 is the day our family joined a bus tour traveling through several Candian provinces. On our route, we stopped at the city of Hope, a ginseng factory, and had a lovely view of the Fraser River, which is so cold (4 Celsius) that no one dares to swim in it! Well, maybe except me…. 😉

   After lunch, our tour guide directed us to a beautiful waterfall called Spahats Falls. For all you loyal followers, I literally just stood at the railing trying to think of how I would describe such a magnificent scene to you. And here it is. There are two, giant rock walls coming together to form a V. At the point of the V is a chasm that splits the joining rock sides in half. Keep in mind that the chasm only cuts half of the rock walls. And, in that chasm is a bubbling spring that tumbles out of the chasm and the rest of the distance to the ground, where it gathers in clear, gushing pools. Now, see how much thought I put into this explanation? You’re welcome~

       The finale to the day was watching salmon spawn in a nearby creek. Don’t even think about squirming. In reality, watching salmon spawn was so inspiring. These king salmon overcame huge obstacles and gigantic odds to fin their way back to their birthplace. They swam all the way from the ocean to this little creek that was shallow, their fins protruded from the swirling water. And if that’s not enough, these courageous fish don’t eat for the six months they take to travel to their birthplace. They Don’t Eat A Thing. That’s pretty unbelievable. And there’s even more. These beautiful fishies lose their luster and shine, and scars and scratches from the rocks replace them. These salmon give up everything to return to their spawning grounds. After they lay their eggs, they lose even more – their own life.
It reminds me of a familiar story.
Jesus came down to earth from heaven. He lost so much. He was “bruised and wounded.” For us. And in the end, He lost His life. But there was hope, because He was resurrected from the dead and restored. The salmon lose their lives, but they give hope — they spur on the next generation of salmon, who repeat the same thing. There’s always hope, no matter the situation.
Thanks for putting up with my rambling and reading this far!

That Girl Over There~

The End of Another One

It’s the end of another school year. Grad day can be exceedingly bittersweet- you have the joy and celebration of graduating, but at the same time, you feel the sorrow of putting all those 2014-2015 memories away for the approaching summer.

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