Absolutely Fabulous Season 5

Quite shocked to find out that Jennifer Saunders actually wrote AbFab season 5. That prompt me to go online searching for all the 8 episodes aired last year on BBC (when did it become 8? Thought all Britcoms only have 6 episodes per season). I must admit that it's not as brilliant as the 1-3 seasons but the new seasons were downloaded just in time to comfort that not so upbeat mood of mine (look at Monday, I even wrote in French...haven't done that for awhile). One thing I did realise when I was watching the new episodes was that it's been 10 years since I first started watching this hilarious and smart Britcom before it made it huge in N. America. It wasn't even on air in the States! Good thing I lived in Canada back then and had CBC airing the old ones...I'll never forget that one time flying from YVR to LHR watching an episode again and again in business class (they upgraded me because flight was overbooked...thus began my compact packing habit in order to suit late arrival at airport check-in). Blimey, the past. A Brazilian friend told me about something last week: "Brazilian faces possess both sadness and happiness". I have heard this statement before in a film I liked a lot called "Next Stop Wonderland" but I thought that was just invented to suit the whole ambiance of the film. Yet upon hearing him saying the same, I can't help wonder once again how amazing this is, to have both sadness and happiness at the same time. That's a world I don't know yet and I am sure I am going to like it. Been doing a lot of thinking. With the pressure of a job change, I begin to think about how my family doesn't really give too much support to me. They keep wanting the best for me, wanting for me to make loads of money and being successful. Nothing wrong with that except my goal in life is to be truly happy. Indeed I do like money and who doesn't (those who rebuff this statement are in self-denial)? Yet I have got other things to make me happy. A chair for example (geez, I should really find another example than a chair becuase everyone is totally perpelexed when I mention this). Or a the first metro map I got in Paris. All these little things signify more to me. Naturally someone'd want to rebuff me saying that I won't have means to live a life in this material world of ours. Well, if ever I weren't able to live my life, that would mean the end for me anyway. No point to continue isn't it? since I'd not be happy at all and feeling depressed and crappy everyday.