Aahhh.

How long has it been since I've last seen you?

Smelled you?

Touched you?

Tasted you?

Day after day. Night after night. How I long for you.

Only in my dreams and memories do I even glimpse at you, but even with these you fade away bit by bit.

Oh, dearest Cheeseburger, how I miss thee!

How I long for you, Pizza!

Fried chicken! How I yearn for your delicious crispiness!

And everything else! Why?! Why did I have to wake up in this stupid world?!?!

~Cue Collapse on Hands and Knees Anime-Style~

"Eehh. Shimei is acting weird again. Are we sure she didn't lose more than just her memories? Odd Ming should be her name now."

"Wan Qiang! Don't call shimei that!"

"Peng-shimei is right Wan-shidi."

"Well, it's not like I'm wrong Gui-shixiong."

Oi. The peanut gallery over there. I can hear you.

An eye twitches while a sharp smile slowly appears on her face. "Ara. Sorry, my hand slipped." Was heard as martial brother Wan and sister Peng's copied books of 'Enlightenment Through Meditation' were covered in ink.

A pair of "Nooooo!"'s echoing throughout the peak followed soon after, jolting and disrupting the various disciples and teachers from their daily activities. One Peak Lord in particular ripped apart an important piece of document due to the disturbance. The two culprits were punished to write a hundred more copies of the books of 'Enlightenment Through Meditiation' for causing such a disturbance soon after.

Aahhhh. Their crocodile tears were a soothing balm to my soul.

Now you may have already guessed that I am not originally of this world. I 'reincarnated' or 'transmigrated', could be either one really. I wasn't really paying attention as I was delirious with fever and then woke up to a bunch of people calling me Ming Xinyue. To make a long story short, let's just say that adjusting could have gone better.

~Memories of Ming Xinyue jumping off cliffs and roofs, into rivers and knocking her head against walls, trees and boulders while many disciples rush to save her flash by~

I'm a whole lot better now and am coping as best as I can. It could've been a lot worse than being a seven year old again.

But! Why?! Why couldn't I have woken up in a world with all my favorite foods still there?!?!

Aish! Fine! Guess I'll just have to make them myself!