“Moomm~ I’m gonna be late! Let’s go!” I called loudly.

“Oh, I’m coming! Just hold your horses, Uki!”

I looked at my watch impatiently. I love my mother and all, but sometimes, just sometimes, she can be SUCH an Asian! I suppose I can take this time to introduce myself. My name is Uki Choi; Choi Uki is how it’s done in Korea. Yeah, that’s right, I’m Korean. I am also 18 years of age, making me 19 over in Korea, which is where I SHOULD be heading to right now, only if my—

“Mother would you hurry!” I yelled.

“Oh, I’m coming! Goodness, may the good Lord forgive you for your impatience,” my mother said, FINALLY coming down the stairs with her purse and briefcase in one hand and fixing her earring with the other. Oh my mother. I love her. “Where’s your father?”

“He already left for work!” I yelled impatiently.

“Aiyoo, and he couldn’t have just dropped you off at the airport while he was at it? That man,” she murmured to herself. “Now then, what time is your flight?”

“Um, nine o’ clock?!”

She looked at her watch. A steady 8:18 was ticking at her. “Oh…Maybe we should leave then.”

“Yeah, you think?!”

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After we finally got to the airport and we said our goodbyes and I went through the annoying airport’s process of checking in, I was finally boarded upon the plane and making my way to Seoul, South Korea. Alrightyy, now that I have more time to THINK, I’ll introduce myself some more. So Uki Seohae Choi is the full name, and August 22, 1991 is the date of establishment. I have one older brother, whose name is Choi Siwon. Yeah, you’ve heard of him, right? Well of course! Who hasn’t, right? Siwon is one of those famous guys in that famous group, Super Junior. And well, it’s around that time of year again when I go back to visit him in Korea and check up on him, just to make sure that he isn’t doing anything TOO reckless.

As the flight attendant lady interrupted my thoughts [totally rude!] with her usual run through of what to do and what not to do in the case of an emergency, I took my compact out of my purse and looked at my reflection. Brilliant light green eyes with traces of gold shooting from the pupils, surrounded by a fan of long and lush eyelashes [aided by the help of some mascara…And a little eyeliner never hurt anyone, right?] stared back at me, accompanied with choppy, blunt/side swept midnight black bangs, pale Korean skin, straight, pointed nose, and full, pink and pouty lips. I’ll admit, I didn’t think that I was ugly, but I didn’t exactly find myself outstandingly gorgeous, either. I just wished I looked more like those GORGEOUS Korean girls from those girl groups, like the girls from Brown Eyed Girls, or Girl’s Generation [Gee, so many girls in one sentence. -_-]. Oh well. That’s never gonna happen, right?

I looked out the window and wished that it were possible for me to just simply jump out of the window and land on those gigantic, fluffy-looking clouds. But we ALL know that clouds are simply a gaseous entity, made of nothing but water vapor and condensed air, and that jumping on it would result in the immediate soaking of the clothes and possible hypothermia, depending on which state one was in.

Okayy, okay, I know, I’m a smartypants. There’s a REASON that I was chosen to come to study in America at the age 10 and graduate high school at 14 and able to get my masters by 17. [I took a year’s break after I graduated high school.] I mean, c’mon. I’m Asian, am I not?

I laid my elbow against the window’s circular ledge and rested my cheek in my hand. Good thing I was dressed in comfortable sweats and my favorite hug-the-body white V, otherwise I might die on this sixteen hour flight. But it’s all worth it to be able to see my oppa again. Before I knew it, I was asleep and before I knew it again, I was flying directly over Asia, two hours left to go ‘till Korea. Can’t wait!