OPRAH and ME

I was watching Oprah’s Bash Birthday Party aired at Studio 23 earlier.
It was her 50th birthday. Everything was so special. Every single detail was lovely. According to the host, this is to make her feel loved and special and significant which I think she felt. Who wouldn’t? She had Celine Dion serenade her and every big Hollywood stars as her guests. She even had this O-table made for her. And her party was held at Bel-Air.

It makes me think how lucky she is. She has so many people love her, adore her and care about her. Her persona transcends cultural boundaries, social strata and other things which make people divided.

I wanna be like her. Adored, loved. I wish I could make a difference, influence people, make changes for the better and lots of other things.

Watching the show, envying everything about her makes me feel so USELESS. I couldn’t even get myself a job. How can I even promote change with what I am right now.

Argh! This idleness is really taking its toll on me. I can not even believe for myself that I haven’t been out of the house for four days. Grand Theft Auto III, the playstation game which kept me busy for the three days is now over. I have completed all the missions, bombed a flying helicopter and plane, assassinated Mafia members, allied with a Yakuza and rescued a seemingly disgruntled girl from the Columbian gang. And now I don’t have anything else to put my mind into. I was even thinking of buying the next version of that game. My brother said it is available already. Argh!