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I cannot go anywhere overseas right now. I don't have a valid passport. They sliced the cover, all adornments faded into obscurity, right before my very eyes.

But that's okay, a new one should arrive soon.

My passport wasn't quite the full decade old, but it would have been on the border of six months validity remaining at its next use, an entry requirement for many countries.

Stamps from 12 countries though it's seen more, three visa from only two: China, Vietnam. Six pages out of 32 devoid of additional markings.

What amazing adventures the passport, along with its owner, has had.

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Cecilia said…
Noooo....

Not a good feeling in one's home country. A sickening feeling when one lives abroad....
I have a major gripe with countries that only accept 6 months validity on passports for entry...
26 March 2016 at 00:02
allrite said…
Hehe, it didn't take long for the new one to arrive with the benefit of using smart gates (though not with a kid in tow). However, the in-laws have some nice tails about invalid passports. I'm glad I'm not a Malaysian.
27 March 2016 at 00:14
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