SCHOOL OF ARCHITECTURE, BUILDING AND DESIGNTHE DESIGN SCHOOL

FOUNDATION IN NATURAL BUILD ENVIRONMENT

NAME: GARNETTE DAYANG ROBERT

STUDENT ID NO: 0315491

TOOL SELECTED: RED SCARF

WORD COUNT: 144 words

ENGLISH 2 (ENGL 0205)

WRITTEN ASSIGNMENT 1: NARRATIVE ESSAY

LECTURER: CASSANDRA WIJESURIA

SUBMISSION DATE: 14TH NOVEMBER 2013

Noting down visual details :-

MY RED SCARF <3

Touch: Soft, Strong, cotton wool, fluffy, comfortable, thick, silky, cushiony,

flexible. Tough, self-assertive, good shape, fit as a fiddle. Zealous, firm, strong

minded. Strengthen. Heavenly, magnificent, irresistible, drop dead gorgeous,

easy on the eye. Smashing, divine.

Hear: Focus one’s attention on, devote one self to, consider closely, be

absorbed in, day dream, let one’s mind wonder.

Smell: aroma, fragrance, scent, redolence, tang, savour, sweet smell,

Taste: love, desire, appetite, fondness, fancy, soft spot weakness, (it was then

that I have my first taste of…) , culture, elegance, grace, style, stylish,

About the Red Scarf

Softest thing in the world, a cotton ball, a baby’s check, a puppy’s

tummy, no. What I’ve determined and unflinching to be the softest known

material in our universe, my red scarf. As freshly fallen snow, a mother’s

touch, light rain falling on my face. I feel all that with my red scarf, slender and

sleek, it gives me the power to be tough and self-assertive at the same time,

to remind me to be soft and zealous in whatever I do.

The red scarf made of pure cotton wool, slithering gently around my

neck, feeling its fluffy, thick, cushiony being so comfortable. The light of the

heaven rains down upon me, and my glowing radiance is blinding but also

easy on the eye. Arousing my senses. It keeps me warm and alive. Making

me look elegant, drop dead gorgeous, fit as a fiddle. It gives a smashing look

to one’s body to have the best figure just by putting it on. It is never out of

date.

One gaze at this shiny armor, and it will bring me to a life full of fantasy.

Devoting myself to this red scarf, around my neck and shoulders, to just be

absorbed in it. It let one’s mind wonder amazing, extraordinary things. Its

shimmering, bloody red body coerces me to touch it. I cannot resist such a

lovely offer as this. I stroke its bright armor, graze its magical being, for it is

desirable.

The fragrance fills my heart with delight. Throwing away all bad scents.

Bringing aroma, sweet-smell into this world. The fondness and desire that I

have towards this red scarf is indescribable, to the extend that I have a soft

spot, a weakness I’m afraid to confess. It is my one and only, to get me

through the day. If the scarf were to be embezzled, or even, to be thrown

away, I will be crushed and it will scorch my skin to the nastiest.

As I worked on this essay, writing about the red scarf, I felt like I

wanted to be in a place that only people who loved red scarfs as much as I

do. Writing this essay was so amusing and I didn’t want to get out of it.

Labeling this object was easy because of how I felt towards it, it is like my

favorite thing, to the ends of the earth.