Step 1: You paint rather badly. By badly, I mean you can't get shading right, and often enough leave uneven patches on your handiwork.
Step 2: You have no idea how to do graffiti writing. Come on lah, I'm not your typical "artistic" girl who can do graffiti writing and other sorts of font, so don't blame me when you ask me to do graffiti writing and it came up looking like a ghost just grabbed a brush to and scribble. ("gui hua fu", you get it?)
Step 3: Often enough, you can't go out to buy materials, so you have to improvise by working with whatever junk you accumulated over the years that doesn't look too bad.
Step 4: You have what others consider a weird/lack of/twisted/maybe slightly warped sense of creativity/way of expressing yourself. Then again, I hate fancy decos, and I don't have the patience to sit down and work till the cows finally got shepherded home, so I don't stick erasers in the shape of cakes (CAKE! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I SAVOURED YOU?!?!) or twist glittery string round. And round. And round till I get fed up and cut the string to bits.
The poor bear clock was born due to the above steps. Bro said he looked creepy, thanks to those beads I stuck on to serve as pupils, and he refused to let me take those beads off. Might post his picture up if I can find my card reader.
Come to think of it, poor bear also looked quite plain and simple compared to the other girls' bears. Ah, blame your poor decorator then, bear. Just don't go and stomp on me in my dreams or something like that.
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