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Ai Shinozaki cute shot

Cute shot from Ai Shinozaki Japanese idol who has a cute Japanese style baby face.In this pictures she wear a cute long stripe sweater.She make me love Japanese girl more than ever.Lovely so much.

Birthday: 1992/02/26
Height: 158cm
Measurements : 87cm 60cm 88cm

Pilgrims on the Road.

And perhaps the best thing about this journey, is knowing that we are never alone. On the smooth part, we can sing, shout, run, cycle, dance and get blown in a whirlwind, our spirits caught in a cloud of joy. And on the rough part, shall we not have one another to hold on to, to talk, cry, bleed with?

We are soldiers in arms, our feet worn with calluses. We are too far from the beginning to turn back- God, where is the end? The walk is too far, my feet bleed in bitter anguish against the hard ground. I am the last runner, this race might have no prize for me. Shall my feet of clay break against this unforgiving tarmac? Shall you not take my life?

But He who began a good work in us shall bring our journey to completion, and then our joy shall be complete. We only run in the race chosen for us, in the way so as to obtain imperishable crowns. Our feet, worn from walking, running and cycling, shall then be swift and beautiful to bring the gospel of peace.

Till then, we have one another, the wind in my hair, and You by my side. I can neither see nor touch You- my hair is mangled with my tears of joy-but how my heart burns on this long brick road. Oh, how it burns.

We're on the road and on our knees,

walking, still.

" Then their eyes were opened, and they knew Him...

And they said to one another,

"Did not our hearts burn within us

while He talked with us on the road,

and while He opened the Scriptures to us?"

-Luke 24:31a, 32

Tainaka Sachi

Sachi Tainaka is a Japanese singer who is best known for her vocals in the opening songs of the anime version of Fate/stay night. She has a 3½-octave vocal range

Hillary Duff In Bikini At Hawaii

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Erina Mano

Japanese pop singer or J-pop in Hello! Project Erina Mano.She first associate with Hello! Project in 2006 and became a member of the Hello! Project futsal team Gatas Brilhantes H.P. and its promotional J-pop group Ongaku Gatas in a year ago.

On March 29, 2007 she became a soloist after graduating from Ongaku Gatas, working under management and promotion of J.P Room.

Just, thinking. (edited)

Besides God, little else brings you to your knees but self-confession. And this has been, to say the least, most frustrating for me to accept.

Of late, more than usual, many people have been asking me about my relationship status. The number of people who have been presenting the question to me have been so numerous that I am wondering if they have been conspiring. I usually smile, tell them it's a long story, but that I'm not in a relationship and leave it at that. If I think they understand and won't think I'm crazy, I tell them a little more-like that I feel God has told me to commit myself to be single till I graduate, to take time to know Him, know myself and to give myself space to grow in maturity. I have the peace He has everything planned out for me, so I've stopped being too anxious, really. Being relatively independent in some ways, I'm also happy being free to do what I want at the moment and taking time to rediscover myself. I'm only twenty-two- isn't it a little early? I often think to myself.

But there's another reason, too. And almost as if God were trying to bring my attention to it, a slew of people over the past month have been coming my way to question my attitude and outlook on relationships. As I stood, thinking through my answers, I realised that it made me more and more uncomfortable to think about it. This truth has been most difficult for me to accept, face and confront. I realise, just how I have been in denial all this while, using God as a semi-blanket disguise. Because the truth is, the little girl inside of me is just, so afraid.



Afraid of what, you ask?

Afraid of this feeling which is new and happy and startling all at the same time and which makes me feel I have absolutely no control over it. Afraid of how vulnerable and naked and young it makes me feel. Afraid of the possibilities, or the impossibilities of the situation.

The slightest flutter from deep within Petrifies me. That butterfly feeling which makes me happy then surprised then frightened then stressed then extremely willing to run out to the nearest exit. The artist in me is relieved that one has the freedom to imagine, hope and construe the future since it is not here. And yet, when there is a glimmer of that future coming to the present, she gets a cardiac arrest and goes into rewind lest the future does not materialise into a reality she had hoped for.


I once had someone tell me that I had built this invisible fence around me and that I ought to do something about it. I guess to some extent, he was right. It's a lot easier to be friends, isn't it?

The automatic defense system within me loses no time to build a fortress once I feel threatened- and threatened means feeling that all-too-familiar and terrifying heartsway like a lallang in the wind. I wish it would not.

Perhaps it is like that uncertainty and vulnerability one experiences when one mounts a two-wheeled bicycle for the first time, that moment where one has a fifty-fifty chance to riding the vehicle into momentum or losing balance and falling onto the tarmac. It is like I cannot bear the uncertainty and vulnerability, and so I take the safest option to will the feelings away. Willing it away- I'm very good at that and pretending I don't care. Or distracting myself by picking up a new hobby-I'm good at that too. Is that why I am always learning something new- swimming freestyle, photography and acrylic painting are next on my list.

It scares me so bad that my instinctive reaction to any Good Person has become running away so I can slink and disappear into the ground. Because it's almost as if while a part of me would like a white horse (brown is also okay and my preference actually) and a dragon and a pumpkin carriage all in the same story, I think I am afraid to know that none of this will ever be real and that idealist in me might be destined to be disappointed and robbed and deceived and that I cannot sue disney because I don't know how to. And when some of it actually does happen, an almost pathological fear takes over and I want to run ten miles away immediately or I say or do something like wearing a gigantic lion's mask which puts that distance right out there between myself and anybody so I am back in the Safe zone immediately, leaving a little brick wall in between so I feel Safe.

Stupid, isn't it.

I don't understand it. It's like some freudian force compelling Rapunzel to get a bob hair-cut when she finally sees a shadow in the distance coming to help her out of the tower. And the realisation and admitting of how serious this fear really is and has been, has been most frustrating.

Was it bad past experiences? Perhaps. And though I've never really been in a serious relationship before, I've seen and heard more than I would have liked to have grown a general distrust of and become mostly disillusioned with most of the male gender when it comes to this. It is one of the down sides of having too many male friends and listening to their conversations of women in general. Of course there are Good People around, but the fear remains.

Perhaps it is like myself learning to cycle. Since the age of ten, I had this phobia of getting on a 2-wheeled bike. After a few bad accidents without really ever mastering it, I gave up and was too frightened to get on it again. It took me more than a decade to finally decide that enough was enough and it was time to face my fear. I know it may take me a long time to learn how to trust again, I just hope I don't take that long to work this similar phobia through. What makes it worse perhaps, is my ingrained view that it is the man who must make the first gesture and if he does not, the lady cannot respond. So the fear is further compounded by my unknowing what to do with such Terribly Scary Feelings, except to tell them to God and leave them there with Him or simply take the easy route to will them away.

The heart is the most precious organ of the body. Yet, isn't it funny how we build so many walls.

After the race that day, I sat by myself at midnight, feeling completely overwhelmed by utter joy and sadness. Tears flowed like rivers. I didn't know why but at that point, a tangibly cold emptiness and warm, milky love enveloped me all at once. It had been such an emotional day for me- I had completed my first bike race and in it, represented the harrowing journey God had brought me through in the past years into the light of joy, peace and liberty. But there was an aching within me- for who could I share this wonderfully special experience with at that point? For who knows, sees and understands the prim, Type-A me at the hospital, the one who gets turned on by the operating theatre and yet, the artist in me who can dawdle at a gallery by herself for hours, the silly-dance-like-no-one's-looking me at sunday school when I'm with children, the me who loves to lie on grass and eat yummy muffins and drink hot milk, the me at church who raises her hands and tears, and the little girl me who then morphs into a sporty roadbiker-wannabe on my saturday morning rides with my lean-mean roadbiking friends, haha. Who understands my past and what I've been through that makes me so sensitive to certain things, comments because they trigger certain memories and places I don't want to return to. Who understands my fears about the future and why I live my life as such.

And the chilly ache was there because some part of me just couldn't imagine being known and understood in so many distinct dimensions. I wondered if anyone would want to, and I wondered if I could ever get to know anyone on so many levels, too. Yet a tangible warmth overtook me like a blast of hot air from a furnace in winter because I knew... that God did. He understands us, knows us through and through and through. He knows the efficient, girly, sporty, cranky, child-like me and He has given up so much for us and given so much to me that no matter how much I give up for Him, I will never be out of the Safe zone, no matter how vulnerable I make myself to Him. There is no distrust with God. Where He is, is where I can be Safe.

Almost every month now, I get wind of another friend getting attached or engaged-it's that time in life I suppose, and I don't know how these people do it. I'm working it through and I'm taking my time. You know I wouldn't be too affected about swatting a cockroach, travelling by myself to some developing nation or paragliding or scrubbing up for surgery and doing stitches for a patient with multiple gaping trauma wounds... ... but when it comes to this, I'm scared out of my wits.

But in spite of all this, I guess what comforts me most is that God always has a way when it comes to what we deem impossible. He makes time, things and people work in such a way we would never expect. Like how I never expected or even dreamt I would ride a bike someday, my own roadbike at that.

And perhaps the only consolation I have is that no matter how much fear, uncertainty or paranoia we may have about the future, His plan is best-that even if it means being single, then that would have to be best, too.

And perhaps the other consolation would be that in spite of bruising, and falling, and taking so incredibly long to overcome my fears and get down to it, I did learn how to ride a bike properly...

... eventually.

"And in perfect love, there is no fear."

- 1 John 4:18

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Beauty.

This is something women know of, and will only tell you if they think you understand- that on some bad days, she can wake up feeling ugly, inferior, fat or just plain unlovely, even though absolutely nothing has changed overnight. Blame it on hormones, the media, the enemy- but just because the feelings are illogical doesn't mean they are not real. At her core, every woman wants to know she is lovely, beautiful in the eyes of someone and loved- on some bad days, she just doesn't know it.

I first met her 2 weeks ago at a missions meeting. Young and sweet, she had a voice exuding her youth and guilelessness. She was sent from China by a Singaporean medical missionary for medical treatment here. Only nineteen, Qing* had come for her fourteenth operation here (sponsored by donors) after she had had a copious amount of acid poured all over her face by a vile stranger when she was fifteen. From what her face looked like after fourteen operations, one cannot imagine how grossly disfigured her face must originally have been from the tragic incident. Even objectively, her appearance at the time was described at best to be alarming. She lost her sense of sight, and would hear the stinging comments of passers-by as they ogled or shunned away, terrified, by her appearance.

As she stood shyly at the front sharing her story and how God gave her a new lease of life, and her burden to fundraise for needy patients back in China through selling beautiful fabric flowers she had made, I could not quite see her face. It was mostly covered by a long fringe and a large pair of sunglasses. Yet, even from afar, it was easy to tell she was the kind of girl who likes dressing up- her tall, slim figure, the tottering heels, pleated skirt a little above the knee, straightened hair, fashionable sunglasses and dangly ear-rings made it apparent.

After our medical missions meeting ended, many went up to the counter to purchase her beautiful flowers. I went up to her, and can't say I wasn't a little embarrassed to try and conceal my shock- for her face and neck were horrifically scarred, her mouth and lips were crooked, her nostrils were but shallow caves in skin and her hair was worn to cover the ghastly marks over her forehead. Her heavy shades covered her eyes, which, too, were severely corroded. She was here for her cornea operation because the acid had corroded her eyes, and her vision was extremely poor, even at close distances.

After making some small talk, it was getting late, and so after buying some flowers, I turned to leave when something stopped me and compelled me to turn back. I had brought a few small boxes of gingerbread cookies I had baked that afternoon for my friends and had one more box. I wanted to give it to her, and as I did, I hugged her and told her how tender and beautiful a heart she had, how precious she was in the eyes of God. It was then that her lilting voice shook, and a tiny trickle of tears streamed down her left eye. It was also then that I realised, she only had one eye. Another stream of tears flowed out from a tiny hole in the skin which covered where her right eye should have been.

"Thank you,"she said, and she hugged me back in return. "Thank you so much. God's really changed my life. "

Last week, we met for lunch. A good friend of mine who had met her in China on her medical elective and myself took her to a nice place for some Japanese food.

"What would you like to have?" I asked, as I brought her around the restaurant which was designed like a food bazaar. "How about this?"

"Oh, I can't eat this. It has too much potassium," she said in mandarin, "it interferes with the medication I'm taking."

"Oh I see."

Over lunch I asked if she enjoyed painting her nails. Since the age of six, I have not had my nails painted and of late, I had had the girlish desire to paint my nails again. After some struggle over my frivolous vanity, I had decided to give her the nail polish I had bought for myself.

"The doctors say I can't paint my nails anymore because the alcohol content hurts my eyes. I'm so troublesome, dear me. I'm so sorry."

She can't eat without having to think if the food she takes will interfere with her medication. She can't paint her nails. Why does it have to be like this? She's only nineteen.

"No, you're not a trouble at all dear." So I gave her a pair of ear-rings I had brought too instead, and incidentally, my friend had bought ear-rings for the both of us too. So there we were, three girls in a Japanese restaurant trying on ear-rings and making fun of how vain each of us were, giggling over nail polish and ear-rings and vanity of vanities.

But somehow, it gave me great joy to know that she was so happy with the ear-rings I had given her, even though she was feeling them instead of admiring them with her eyes because she could hardly see. It gave me great joy to listen to her coo about how much she enjoyed shopping, and making jewellery and flowers. It gave me great joy to know that I had made her feel, in some small way, beautiful and loved- the way every girl wants to feel, and not mocked at, pointed at or discussed. And perhaps, what made me most happy, was seeing how much life and joy and hope in beauty she still held for herself, even as her disfigured face stood in stark contrast to her well-matched and girlish attire.




In the darkness, candles fight harder still for the beauty of light.



I learnt, that girls will always be girls, and that eternal appreciation and longing for beauty will always remain no matter what happens. There are all sorts of women- the sporting kind, the artsy-fartsy kind, the feminine sort, the pragmatic sort, the high-maintenance ones and the simple ones, or an eclectic mix of them all if you're like me. But in whichever way she was made, a woman, being an expression of God's alluring beauty, will always have the innate desire to create, express and be that beauty, that nourishing, comforting, inspiring beauty for the world to enjoy. It's just the way things are.

I looked at her, and recalled the lovely flowers she had made, unable to imagine the horror of surviving years of facelessness and smiled at her unyielding sense of hope for the present, her unquenching desire to create beauty even in the face of monstrosity, injustice and shame.

Yet even then, I knew our cheerful banter only belied the profound suffering she must have had and very possibly still have inside-the suffering of feeling ugly every day, of having one's little girl's prince-charming dreams shattered and of feeling unlovely. She's only nineteen. She was disfigured at fifteen. Why do things have to be this way?

Nonetheless, knowing God's love for her had pulled her through years of hardship and today, that tenacity to hold onto Him remains. " After all that's happened and that's been done for me, I can't believe there is no God."

She kept thanking us for lunch, but I thanked her more for opening my eyes to what true beauty means. She gave me a glimpse of understanding what continually finding our beauty, identity and security in God means; she taught me what it means to look within since she could not see the outside; she taught me what it means to turn one's face to God when the world shuns and mocks our facelessness. I wanted to beat myself for the senseless moments I had felt unlovely, for weren't those moments of ingratitude to our Creator?

"Qing, I want you always to remember that God only looks at our inside, and you are an incredibly beautiful and precious child in His eyes."

Tears fell again from where her right eye ought to have been. She said to me, "I made this flower for you. I remember the first time we met, you mentioned briefly that you like deep pink but I ran out of fabric so I hope you'll still like this red flower I made."

"It's beautiful, Qing. Thank you for everything."

" Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,

But a woman who fears the Lord,

she shall be praised."

- Proverbs 31:30

" I'd come out to meet you,

Tell you I'm sorry,

You don't know how lovely you are."

-The Scientist, Coldplay

*name changed to protect privacy