I got home today, from the immigration office, new passport in hand and then, an unbooked room in Bangkok. It's two months away but we're worried, he wonders if he can survive sharing a room with the family.

It's a first for both of us, a leap into a more realistic future. The type that involves a photographer or two, and the meeting of the parents from both sides of this relationship.

I wonder whether Dad will be back with me eventually, at least I'll have someone walk me down the aisle, when it happens, right?

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We girls dream, times like this. Sometimes when you sit at home for too many hours at one go, he says, you think of strange things, like whether the bells are ringing soon, when in fact you really know, it's not so near today. We've got many more shoes to polish first, too many kinks to straighten. It's still a prancing journey, we haven't got around the bumps as well as we've liked to, but at least we're learning.

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I told my friend Vincent that I'm sick of this. The parades we used to take, the times we'd pretend to be socialites when we're really not, the moments when you know your reputation precedes you and you suddenly see the light. It's money, of course, silly, how else can you explain it?

It's ironic that at a time when things are starting to move somewhere, the sponsorships, advertisements, review offers and what nots, you know you have to say yes but the fact is, all you really want to do is pack your bags and never look back.

It's probably what's looming ahead that scares me the most.

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Well, anyway, the single line that will finally make sense: I'm coming up with something new just for the readers of minishorts.net. It's not going to be smashing awesome, but it's an interesting start. Stay tuned.