Angel

.. resurrected from the archives of 2011




Angel
your eyes amazes me
searing so deep in my soul
and your smile so spontaneous
leaves me breathless on the ground
i don't know how to say this
but i guess i couldn't really admit
that you are so mystical
angel that brings bliss in my life
go on and soar above my angel
be always wary on your thoughts
for i know you've a heart so golden
that straighten those unlikely ones



MAC
October 15, 2011

Ambush

Muted breeze of the ber months

October is almost gone

Leaves curled without discontent

Just waiting to disintegrate

To be part of the barren soil

To enrich... to nurture...

This thirsty earth

Full of putridness

Where once the magic

Was at its best

Nowhere to feel

Nowhere to relish

Where the old has once tasted

And the young to never discover

For the rain has ceased

Bringing no more rainbow

For the eyes to awe

Nor the chilling wind

For the skin to bristle

Nor the mist in the early morn

For the body to surrender

In to clasping embrace

In begging to stay in bed

Until the sun rises from the east

Nowhere .. All of these..

Nowhere .. For they,

Were buried In the past

Long ago forgotten

Long ago forsaken

But alas

A melody was heard nearby

The hymns of the angels

From somewhere in the distance

In the meadows of uncertainties

Where their chorus

Can be heard in utmost love

Reverberating, leaving behind

A tincture of melancholic praise

Unknown to everyone

Creating a wave of joy

In the human spirit

The praise now filled with gladness

As the sorrows eroded

Into antiquity once again

Oh in a snap..

The evergreen reappeared

The green fields teemed

In to an undertone of golds

For the harvest is ready

Inspired by hope and cravings

To feel the compassion

The attraction

The embossed devotion

Unmuted in to a panorama

Of exultation.

-MAC

Georgy Porgy - Eric Benet

And yet... another spinnaker to go down the memory lane. It's way beyond to contain the sprouting goosebumps as i listened to this video. I'm on cramps as i skimmed thru pages in getting the mp3, nowhere that i can see in iTunes though.

It's a soulful, rNb from Eric and Faith Evans. No idea why it was tagged as Georgy Porgy - a lame allusion of being a playboy? Hahaha.

Probably yes.... hear the refrain from Faith...
"Georgy Porgy pudding pie, kissed the girls and make them cry"


But.. the irony is so apparent from Eric's singing these lines:

"It's not your situation, I just need contemplation over you
I'm not so systematic, it's just that i'm an addict for your love
Not the only one that holds you, i never  ever should have told you"

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Teardrops by Lovestation

90s kiddos -- raise up your hands! 

Remember Teardrops by Lovestation?

And the music don't feel like it did...

And the music don't feel like it did...

And the music don't feel like it did...

The Soft Power of Sadness in a Dance Song

In the crowded landscape of 1990s Eurodance—an era defined by pounding kicks, neon optimism, and an almost militant insistence on joy—“Teardrops” by Lovestation feels like a whisper in a room full of shouting.

It is, on the surface, a dance track. But emotionally, it behaves more like a confession.

Where most dance music of its time promised escape, “Teardrops” offered something riskier: recognition.

We just love the discothequeness of this with the tinge of sentimental aura, it just spikes as the song progresses to it's climax...

This is a classic... go ahead and click PLAY!!!

When the Dance Floor Turns Inward

Eurodance was never supposed to be introspective. Its function was clear—move bodies, drown out doubt, replace complexity with rhythm. And yet “Teardrops” resists this mandate. Its beat is present but restrained, like a heart that refuses to race. The synths hover instead of soar. The song does not push the listener forward; it holds them in place.

This restraint is not accidental. It is the song’s quiet rebellion.

Lovestation seems to understand that sadness does not always announce itself with drama. Sometimes it arrives as a low, persistent ache—the kind that coexists with routine, with motion, even with dancing.

The Language of Emotional Residue

Lyrically, “Teardrops” avoids grand declarations. There is no explosive heartbreak, no theatrical betrayal. Instead, it focuses on what remains after love has already left: memory, longing, and emotional residue.

The song is not about losing someone.

It is about living after the loss.

This distinction matters. It places “Teardrops” closer to adult reflection than youthful despair. The voice at the center of the song sounds less like someone pleading for love to return and more like someone learning how to carry its absence.

A Vocal That Refuses to Dominate

The vocal performance is almost deliberately understated—soft, slightly distant, unadorned. In an era when dance vocals often competed with the music for dominance, this one chooses to blend instead of command.

It feels less like a performance and more like a memory replaying itself.

That emotional distance becomes the song’s greatest strength. It mirrors the way we revisit past relationships—not in sharp detail, but in softened edges, filtered through time.

-MAC

image from Song & Lyrics