Li'l Branded Me

Big brands stay, small brands go
Small money grows, big money blows
On Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Shud I buy or shud I go
Oh Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
My heart is tempted,
My mind says no
Oh my, Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Aiyoyo, aiyoyo...
Go to party cannot no show
These Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Die in coffin
Slowly decompose
I still think of my
Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Too expensive to burn,
They were pawned to gold
My fondest Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Over to the casino
My kids did go
All that money lost
In one single throw
My poor Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
Still shiny new with a brand new glow
They seem brighter
Than my kids, you know
Alas, I spent all my money on Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...
When I shud have spent
On kids and their school
They would have remembered me like gold all told
More than any Chanel, Prada, Ferragamo...

- by TC Lai

The Sum of Us

It took us all a while to say "yes"
To find a date, a place... to get some rest
One with calm seas and infinity pools
Of guys with hot bods to make us drool

So we girls are finally here, the sum of us 
Through thick and thin, thru smiles and tears
A bond of strength, a bond of care
A bond of now, whatever the devil may dare!

For now we let our hair down, skirts a little up
Ooh, those knees, so long covered a li'l rust
Can they do any bidding tonite when the music's hot
When the cares of home, kids, work... bother us not?

Arm in arm we giggle and trot
Like girls we've become when school is out
Oh, what shall we do where can we go?
Now the reins are free, much mischief we can brew

Oh dang, too much of the rot has set
The mind is blank, a greyish slate
Like the roots of our hair burnishing white
Like the spots on our faces now ever so slight

Where have all our youth disappeared to
Where is our joie de vire, sexy do? 
Like a wet dog we shake ourselves up
Until hairpins drop, hair's messed up!

"Girls, let's get to a salon, a nail parlour!
A makeover is what we need, each a different color!"
And so off we went, the sum of us
Old clothes, old selves but brand new thirst!

This holiday place may look terribly welcome
The sea, the beach, the boys, the rum
But truely what is needed is a brand new sense
Of self and belief - to break all pretense

That back home is all that we can be
That back home is this need to be busy busy busy
Well, that "back home" is now a distant sway
For once, this person inside is coming out to play!

- by TC Lai (on an idea suggested by Sally (and Lucy!))