Im not sure if its fashionable to blog you, after all, it seems that i dont know you at all. But it is now that i must admit, I got tounge tied that night we met. I cognitively tried to speak, but words are not mine that night and i must say, im not always like that. Overwhelming crowd, noise, but motionless amidst all the chaos.

Im sorry, I got toungue-tied.
am not sure if you care the way i do, maybe it doesnt matter at all. Because after all, you dont know me at all.