Last Updated Profile: December 31, 2013

Not much to be said. My name's Jenny, I enjoy reading, writing, drawing (but not coloring), dancing and colorguard/winterguard. Guard inspires me to keep going, to work hard and that no matter what happens, life will always go on and so will you.

Age: Derp

Favorite Color: Lavender, orange, any pastel or soft shades

Language: English, Mandarin, Spanish

Inspiration: Dance, writing, photography, Christine

Role Model(s): Christine David (RIP: 1989-2012) You will be missed and never forgotten.

Reviews are very welcome and I'll try my best to respond to as many of them as possible--if I get any, and criticism is more than welcome!

I know in profiles, the person typically talks about themselves, their likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc. But even with all that, you don't really get to know the person all that well. For instance, anyone can like a sport, but still be complete opposites in regards to personality. So rather than talking about my likes, dislikes or hobbies, I'll talk about what I believe in in regards to ideals.

I believe in family dinners.

Again, I always somehow find myself eating dinner at the dinner table alone. It's literally been over 10 years since my parents, grandparents, sisters and I have actually sat down together at home with a home cooked meal. Even with the afternoon when both of my grandparents are preparing the rice, I still enjoyed my grandpa's tuneless hums and my grandma's constant nagging at him to stop. Dinners were always late because we would wait for my parents to come home from work, but we would still have dinner together nonetheless and chat while the TV in the living room was loud but ignored.

I understand that now that all of my sisters have moved too far to come home for dinner and that my grandparents are now back in Taiwan to stay and that my parents are always late home and they always yell at me for not eating dinner sooner because I waited for them.

Over the years, I've also come to realize that my friends are also my family. When my family isn't in the audience cheering me on before the show starts, I have friends in the audience calling out my name and friends down on the floor or field with me ready to perform. Even afterwards the shows, we laugh, cry and anticipate the other shows and scores while eating dinner together, just like a family.

Even with my two separate families, I still yearn for those late night home dinners with my family at that large round table in the kitchen that is now being covered in junk food. I have friends come over who are excited about the amount of food so I encourage them to eat, because that childish part of me is thinking that as soon as the junk is off the table, maybe then I will be closer to that old family dinner.

I believe in love.

When I was little, I had a fairly small group of friends in elementary school that soon evolved into this averagely sized group of socially inept friends. We practically grew up with each other from then on, losing some friends while gaining new ones as high schoolers. Nothing really seemed to change from the norm until I believed to have "fallen in love" with another person who is much older than me, and yet we connected in an instant. Things happened and, of course, people change. I kept convincing myself that he was the one who changed until I finally accepted the loss after so long that I realized that both of us had changed for either the better or the worse.

From that moment, I kept hearing the words "I love you" over and over again from friends and random strangers saying the phrase to others. It felt so used up and it was becoming a cliche. My friends had said it to me for so long, that it began to feel misused and misinterpreted. It wasn't until one of my friends asked me why I didn't say it back to them. At that point, "I love you" sounded like an obligation. I did not want it to be an obligation and many of my friends understood that and respected my decisions, taking time to make sure that they did not over-use the phrase while in my presence. Despite the fact that "I love you" is never exchanged as frequently as it did before, love could still be felt between each friendship that I held through actions and carefully chosen words.

Just like how in my family, the phrase "I love you" is shown through actions rather than physical or verbal words. The food, shelter, home and light conversations my parents and I have are signs of love. And just like those signs, I love my friends dearly from the very bottom of my heart from the moments of enraged curses while playing Mario Kart on the Wii, screaming in horror at the scary movies we watch, burning cookies and pastries while baking, accepting me for my sexuality, sending long pages of notes to make me feel better rather than spoken words; to me, these are all signs of love.

There is definitely more that I believe in, but I'm a bit exhausted from typing so much, and I don't write when I feel dispassionate about something or don't feel motivation. So, in due time, there will be more beliefs :) I applaud anyone who has actually taken the time to read through all that, so out of plain curiosity as to who has read it all and to know more about fellow fanfiction-audiences, I want you to PM me something that you believe in!

Story Statuses

Agon: NaruSasu/SasuNaru. I've honestly lost a bit of interest in this a while ago only because of a writer's block and that I'm definitely not happy with how this is turning out. As far as it goes, the plot has not really developed yet, so there is still a bit of a chance at restoration for this and possible rewrite when I have the time/when I find the motivation to. At this point, Agon will have to be put on hold until I'm ready to work on it again.

Beautifully Ugly: SasuSaku/SakuSasu. *facepalm* Such. A. Cliche. I'm not happy with this at all and honestly I'm not sure if it's repairable even. I attempt to fix it later on in the future if need be though. I honestly forgot the plot to this and where I wanted to go with it, so I could start anew with a fresh slate and make something better of it.

Between the Walls PeinSaku/SakuPein. I'm pretty content with how this is going so far. This is primarily my main focus as of right now because I don't like discontinuing a fanfiction if it has reached past five chapters or at least to the point where the plot is beginning to thicken. So, I'll definitely be continuing this and be updating as frequently as I can. I have no beta, and I honestly don't really want one because I like knowing my errors and how to fix them rather than having someone else just fix it for me. Criticism/flames/suggestions/anything that people give me is totally fine, and in fact preferred rather than solely relying on a beta. It would make me lazy :) I may be thinking about bumping the ratings up on this to Mature.

Harlequin: MadaSaku/SakuMada. The plot bug nabbed at me hard when I stumbled upon the origins of Harley Quinn from the series Batman. Her story interested me so much, and made me think of Sakura being paired up with some random psychopath--and what better psychopath than Madara? It was my primary focus, but for now it will have to be secondary. I'm not too sure where I'm going with this, so I'm treading cautiously on thin ice with this one. Will be taking some baby-steps!

Illegal: ItaSaku/SakuIta. I really want to just delete this fanfiction entirely. I only wrote it because it was far too relevant to my past situation and conjures awful memories. However, because things are getting better for me, I may continue it, but I warn you the ending will not be what you expect it to be. This is last on my priorities list.

Teacher's Pet: SasoSaku/SakuSaso. I certainly like this pairing and the idea that I was trying to get at, so I may continue after I am done with Between the Walls and Harlequin. As for the writing style, I will be editing and rewriting the first chapter because my writing style has changed dramatically after so long.

SO MANY UNFINISHED FANFICTIONS UGH. Well... Harlequin will be fairly short--no more than 15 chapters I think... I know for sure at least under 20... Unless I keep the chapters super short, but update frequently.

Many thanks for those that read through my profile (you stalkers), and hope to see your pen-name in my list of reviews/favorites/alerts.