Back in high school, I was reading through glossies and on this page of the magazine was a feature on horoscopes. Out of curiosity, I flipped through Gemini, my zodiac sign, and looked at how I was described. The Gemini girl was portrayed through a picture of a young woman in glasses in her sleek coat who seemed to be walking briskly while she had her gadget on her right hand and held shopping bags on the left.

Several years later, I found myself astigmatic, needing to wear frames, on a shopping spree with my PDA-phone (my phone then) while texting away as I enjoyed the benefits of UNLITXT (A local telco's promo of unlimited SMS-ing given a standard rate instead of the usual per SMS Peso rate).

Fast-forward to today, I am needing to write a sort of description of myself. It is tempting to just copy that or get a "what's-in-a-name" description from Google.

Okay, okay. Bad idea. Honestly, I don't think that just because I'm a Gemini, I am meant to be an astigmatic who would wear a nice coat as she was lugging around in shopping bags with an aching thumb from too much texting. Right?

Right. That description is too stereotypical. Besides, who we are is dictated by who we ought to be. Stars and stereotypes aside, I've always seen life as something that is meant to be beautiful. Wherever life takes us, whatever we make happen, it will always be something wonderful. It's ought to be that way. We ought to take part in the beauty of life. It’s a matter of choice, a matter of perspective.