About Me??

I'm a little prosaic, a little eccentric-like a splash of bubbly tint that refuses to settle. Some of what I say might mean nothing at all, and maybe that's the point. I'm a dreamer, wandering through timeless sleep, caught in illusions and endless wonder.

Blank pages stare back at me, and I weigh the pressure of countless images-blurred, unfinished, unpolished. Fowler once said, "Writing is easy. All you have to do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." I get that. That's why I stopped compromising.

Here I am, trying to break free from conformity, prying open my own Pandora's Box. I'm still searching for myself-eyes fixed forward, though not always on the present. My philosophy crucifies me sometimes: destiny draws fate, the future unfolds where it is meant to, and only the strongest remain.

I hold treasures, though they're still unnamed, unrevealed, waiting for someone who believes I'm worth believing in.

And yes, grammatical errors ahead-peace to the grammar police.

If you want soft copies of my works, just message me your email. I'll send them over.

Oh, and one more thing... I'm also an alien.

My Hideout:  
tintangputi.blogspot.com

That's where I scatter my thoughts. If you've got time to spare, feel free to dive into my mess. Much appreciated.

I don't really call myself a writer, but I write anyway. So... does that make me one? Maybe. I'm just a keeper of feelings, concepts, and the little things I notice. No third eye here, but when you're an observer, you see more than most. Which means, in short-I'm not normal.

So yeah. PM me if you've got problems. I'll be around.