The incident that stands out most distinctly in my life is not a pleasant one, but the saddest in my life. The incident has made such an impression on my life that I can remember the vivid details whenever I recall what happened. The incident which haunt me till now is the passing of my beloved grandfather.

He was my father's father and had gone through hard times all his life; made harder when his wife passed away 40 years ago. He was stern and disciplinarian according to my father but he completely spoiled us - his grandchildren.

He had been terminally ill for about a year and knew all about his illness. He used to talk about death and tell his childhood stories. Even though it is hard for me to understand his language because he is a javanese, my dad would always translate it and all those experience made me realised how fortunate I am right now. He neither feared it nor welcomed it but he was always ready for the death.

He refused to stay in the hospital even though his children had persuaded him several times. In fact, I remember that during the year of his illness, our entire lives revolved around him. He would still smile in front of us even though i knew that he was feeling the pain.

A Sunday, he called his eldest son, my eldest uncle, and told him that he was expecting to die that day. My uncle told him to cool down and prayed to god while he recite the holy quran to him. Calmly, he lie there and told him to informed his children to be independant and also stay together as a family. After the midnight had strucked passed, our family was told that he had left us. Everyone could feel the pain and even the young ones. Then I went out to the hall to console myself about my great loss. Till now, after seven years i still couldn't forget it. No matter what religious leaders and philosophers say, you just don't reconcile yourself to the death of someone you love so much. You just can't.

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Dusk fell as i sauntered back home from school. Exhausted after a long, hectic and weary day at school, i wished that i was just a step away from home.

As i trudged along the cold, hard, cement floor of my block of flats, a shiny object lying motionlessly on the ground caught my attention. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I picked it up and examined it. I was shocked for a moment when i realised that it resembled my sister's phone. I tried to think of some other possibilities to confirm that it was her's but I just couldn't get to turn it on because the battery was flat.

Feeling disheartened, i brought that phone back with me back home so that i could charge it and find the owner. Just as I was about to enter my house, I heard a sobbing sound near the staircase. It sounded familliar. As i was an inquisitive guy, i tried to find out who that person was. To my surprised, it was my sister! I tried to ask her what had happened but to no avail.

After she managed to regained back her composure, she explained to me that she had lost her handphone and was scared to go back home. After hearing her explanation, i remembered about the phone that I found. As i was about to show it to her, she quickly asked how i got that phone. I told her about it and she was certain that it was her's because she had forgotten to charged it and furthermore she realised that she lost it once she was on the lift.

Then, she immediately appologised to me and promised that she would not be careless anymore. After that lesson, she felt very stupid that she was ignorant to the surroundings and should be more careful next time. I was pissed off with her attitude but i didn't told my mum about it because when i reflect back on what she had done, it made me realised that i also used to experience that. So, as a kind and understanding brother, i decided to let her off this time.

Friday, 15 January 2010, became a day I could never forget. After a long night sleep, I started the day with a smile on my face. On that day, I planned to be going on a simple bike ride with a friend. After waking up, I called my friend and planned the ride. We planned the ride to a place in town that we had never seen before. The ramp had pictures screamed out with colour, and that features made it looks cool and unusual. The ramp had pictures of animals drawn on it. Then, we both challenged each other to go off the ramp. Agreeing to go off the ramp at the same time, we headed for it at our fullest speed. As we picked up our speed, we noticed a large swirling mass of light on the ramp. Trying to stop, we were thrown out from our bikes into the mass of light. Next, we woke up from our fall and noticed that we were in a warped dimension that was dominated by animals, and humans were the animal's pets and slaves. We realised that if we did not turn around and leave, we would be trapped forever. As we turned, my friend noticed the porthole of light closing. Fortunately, we managed to returned through the porthole just in time before it had closed. just as we entered the real world, I heard aloud buzzing sound. It was a dream! I was relieved after I gained back my conciousness and gave a slight smile. It all felt too real to forget it.