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Sweets For My Christmas Sweet Tooth

As sweet as the brownies and revel bars that Jingky Matienzo bakes, there’s sweetness overload brewing in her little business of selling pastries and cookies. While working as a dietrician in St. Luke’s Hospital, Jingky does well in mixing her love for baking and her ingenuity for business that boosts her profit.

Indeed, this is the good time to take time to have this business for Christmas. Jingky’s pastries, I could say, is a real treat for foodies like me! So, I took the chance to have a bite on her sweet little creations.

Jingky Jane Matienzo gave me a taste of her wonderful baked creations. She had a special touch on each of them, giving them a certain signature taste that only Jingky's :)

Jingky Jane Matienzo gave me a taste of her wonderful baked creations. She had a special touch on each of them, giving them a certain signature taste that only Jingky’s ­čÖé

During our two hour stay for Jingky’s interview, I learned that it is not only the extra sweet income that motivates her to do this sideline but her passion for baking. Money, after all, is an extra asset to that talent and passion that she got. Besides, she told me, seeing people happily eating her baked creations is the most valuable reward.

Get to know her, as well as business and financial expert John Calub’s tips in having a good business for this Christmas only on Newslight, to be aired December 25, Christmas day, 7:30-8pm (Manila time) on Light Network, channel 33. On cable, channel 5 (Sky analog), 161 (Sky digital), 93 (Cignal).image (4)

The Pen Into Your Heart

There is a rising madness from within
Walls enclosing, silence prevailing
I see a window but you see a hole
The rest see nothing but an empty casing
My key is my pen and my door is my paper
Through them I see you, my beloved, the one
But when the last line has been penned by the last drop
You run away secretly
Breaking my heart in this madness

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I write instead of pinning myself away this long vacation. As the Holy Week wanders away, I try to buy my time by being with my pen (er, laptop) and my paper (I mean, broadband). I missed writing, as well as the vision┬áthat brought this obsession to write down everything that springs out of my heart. ­čÖé

Stale Wine

When you hate the thing you love
The dream turns away
Leaving you a nightmare
Pulling you to the bottomless pit

Who should I blame
For the loss of the spirit of the wine
Would I not but leave the wine press
And kill this very vine?

My wine was poisoned by reason
Of a senseless throng of misdirection
But all I wanted was affection
Could you not be a connection

Make me leave this wine press
Or I will be poisoned and die
And leave not a legacy
To change a world of dry bones

Destroy, destroy the old cellars
Build me a new vineyard of hope
And make me drink again with passion so pure
Take up a new road to turn again

Silent Wildfire

I am a wildfire
Filled with passion
Burning with intensity
Receiving heaven’s flame
Fire never quenched
Rising from the ashes
Keep me in a basket
I’ll burn with rage
Lock me in a cage
I’ll wreck it with bare hands
I cannot stay silent
To watch justice crumble
Morality deteriorating
Truth dying
And the road twisted
Let me go as I am stirred
Let me run as I am ready

I am a wildfire
Let me shout a war cry
That destroys the destroyer
And burns the deceit of the deceiver
Let my passion
Burn the blindfolds of the slaves
And the bridges that bring them to death
I cannot stop
To keep this wildfire in me
For I will pass this
To the thirsty for justice

My Love Story On the Way! <3

“How do you know you’re in love?” I asked an officemate while walking home.

“Well,” he said, “it has different takes on different people. Some may feel happy when you simply see or talk to the person you like…it varies…”

I only smiled. To be in love must be a crucial thing.

I’m happy for my friends who get into relationships. But there are times I’m tempted to be jealous. I used to hate to see lovers walking hand in hand in malls because they looked so corny. But now, I hated it because I’d secretly wish I’m like them, too.

For those who do not know, I never had a boyfriend since birth.

I’ve had crushes, of course. But the feeling of infatuation can be confused with love. I get attracted, but to handle one’s heart is another thing.

A lot of boys (and even men) would express how pretty I am, but are not really that serious. Because nobody had ever expressed (yet!) how serious one can be, I’d sometimes wonder what’s wrong with me.

Such is the longing to be loved. Perhaps, it would be heavenly to know that someone is excited to see me at the end of the day and share how he feels for me and holds my heart gently at the same time.

Deep inside of me, I swear that I will love this person with all my heart and take care of his heart, too.

Let me be a woman that he will honor, the flesh of his flesh and the bone of his bones.

May he become my strong right hand, my knight in shining armor who would not turn back when the dragon’s fire strike.

His desire be only be for me and my love be only be his.

I wonder…just wonder…how will this love change me as it would change him, too.

I’m so excited, but when I find I’m not yet at this stage, I feel desperate. Perhaps, just perhaps, he has not found me yet.

And I might not have heard of him yet.

Perhaps, he’s praying the same prayer as I do. And we’re just on the way to the intersection.

Perhaps, our hearts have not been unveiled before one another.

As my friend puts it, “You will never expect when to fall in love.” It’s amazing when lovers cherish their love, but what’s more amazing is how they cherish each other.

These people waited (though they are younger than me), prayed, and sought for God’s heart and their beloved’s heart.

They did not go for the sake of passion but pursued at God’s go signal.

They can balance their life’s aspect while handling a relationship. They know which one is worth and not. They may be different from their boyfriends or girlfriends and yet accept each other no matter how different they are.

This I saw it from my friends, and perhaps their season has come for me to see how the Lord blesses such relationships borne in purity and true love.

And He is writing my greatest romance testimony. I just can’t wait to see how it will go. ­čÖé

To Dance in the Maddening Rain

Dancing in the rain
Such is what the weary keep in vain
For the sake of this silent hope
To water what remaining passion
Gagged by stress and pain
Silenced by pressure and competition
Strangled by envy and fear
Pick up these cluttered papers, I plead
To forget what was mauled by empty wisdom and vanity
Do endlessly throw them up in the air
So I can dance in the maddening rain

Burning the Paper Walls

How long must you long for me
The mist of your eyes
The apparition in your inspiration
The dream of your heart?
Must I keep running away
Or must you stay in seclusion?

My name is deeply etched in your heart
Yet your lips are chained with fear and doubt
With a blindfold you do not want to dare
Walk on the bridge that you thought was burned

Frail are the paper walls between us
With one passionate touch they burn down
Let go of your heart to clearly see your vision
Or I must forever be a silhouette left in your ambition

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