I am, *gasp*, suffering from a design block.

I gripped the pencil tightly in my hands, face wrinkling as I stared hard at the piece of white printing paper in front of me. I waited for images to flash in my mind. Those ideas.

But they never came.

I was panicking like a fool, and pacing around the house with the pencil still in my hands. In the end, I drew three rather washed-up designs for Media Camp 2005.

I fear their responses. If I step forward and tell them those designs are truly not my best, they probably would not believe me.

"She is using excuses to hide her incapibility."

Blah. I am in deep shit now.