SCHOOL OF ARCHITECTURE, BUILDING AND DESIGN

THE DESIGN SCHOOL

FOUNDATION IN NATURAL BUILD ENVIRONMENT

NAME: PHUA JING SERN

STUDENT ID NO: 0314572

TOOL SELECTED: SOAP BAR

WORD COUNT: 554

ENGLISH 2 (ENGL 0205)

WRITTEN ASSIGNMENT 1: NARRATIVE ESSAY

LECTURER: CASSANDRA WIJESURIA

SUBMISSION DATE: 14TH NOVEMBER 2013

I walked home from my football match, with my body covered with mud and

dirt, and foul stench that can be sniffed from miles away. As my mother noticed my

arrival, she flinched and quickly grabs a mysterious object from the top shelves and

handed it onto my hand.

“Use it well or there won’t be any dinner for you tonight,” She whispered in

my ear, then she kicked and locked me in the basement bathroom.

Confused from that spontaneous awkward scene, I stood up and looked at my

locked fist, too afraid to discover what mysterious object lies under. Trusting my

senses, I felt the object’s icy cold body, like the skin of a cold-blooded predator, but

its gentle weight feels like a delicate dove. I hold my breath and closed my eyes,

slowly exposing the object under my hand. I peaked, and what I thought it is, it is not.

I lay naked on the floor, puzzled by this mysterious object. I observed from top

to bottom and it looks just like a plain blue brick-like object, with minor scratches on

its surface probably caused by my fingernails when I was clenching my fist. And from

that, I knew it may seem hard to break, but it can be easily damaged as well.

Furthermore there’s a weird inscription embedded on its surface writing “Protex

Fresh”. Is it a verse to summon the demon? I knocked the object with my knuckles to

check whether there’s a spawn of mini Satan hiding inside. But all I hear is a thick,

dull echo through my ear. I exhaled, knowing that I’m safe, for now. However I gave

up and threw the object aside and started showering.

But midway through, I started to smell a delightful aroma coming from the

corner of the room. I followed the scent, and it led me to that object I just threw

aside. But this time, its physical appearance has somehow changed. As soon as I

picked it up, I felt as if the object is covered with some lubricant substance,

surrounded with beautiful bubbly foams. Does water unlocks the hidden power kept

in this mysterious object? And while I was thinking, it slipped through my fingers and

hit the ground. I gazed onto my foamy palm and sniffed, and it smelled like a field of

a thousand roses. Fascinated, I picked up the object again and wonder what

happens if I rub this object around my foul and dirty body? Would I be blessed with

this aroma? Without hesitation, I rub that object around my body under the steamy

shower.

As I was showering, the physical appearance of the object started to change

again, it started to get smaller and smaller, as if it’s dying. And for all the blessing it

has done to my body, I would give it an honorable death. So after 3 hours of

intensive showering, the object finally disappears into nothingness, with some of its

remains still attached onto my body. I kneeled down, cried and screamed in sorrow.

“Is everything alright inside? You have been there for 3 hours, stop playing

with the soap bar and come out!” My mother yelled at the top of her lungs, with a

tone of sympathy

I stopped, raised my eyebrows and replied “What is a soap bar?”