Yeap. I am called nenek. By Byron, Karen, Oja, Freda and RobertO.
No thanks to me being paranoid in Brunei over losing my passport.

Mind you...i hide my passport under my bed!!!
All i need is some random biscuit container to fit ze puzzle
then i instantly qualify to be a full time granny.
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HOWEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

Me being nenek-ish means i have to live up to the title.

I have to have a super duper good record of not losing my stuff

BUT

in a course of less then a year:
I've lost...

my bible~ *super duper sad*
my handphone~ *not so sad*

and most recently

my CAR KEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY $%#%#$%#$%#$%#$%
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THIERFORRRRRRR~

with the all the power bestow in me...

I proclaim me...

NO LONGER NENEK
BWAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH