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It's back just a a few minutes ago. 

Please do drop by at my original home...and please do link the blog again. :)

But soon I will visit your bloggies, my friends.

I finished eating lunch a few minutes ago. Spousy bought 1kilo of native banana from the TS in this new residence. When we reached home, I immediately peeled the banana and started taking a bite. In my first bite, I started to cry. I didn't know I was missing my home country this much. 

Going Home for Christmas by Steven Curtis 

Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.

One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, I’ll miss you but I’ll be leaving soon.

I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
I’ll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Savior’s birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
I’m going home, home for Christmas.

All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
There’s a sadness in our silence as the Christmas story’s read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.

I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
‘Cause she’ll be home.

And as we sing ‘Joy to the World’ I can’t help thinking
Of the joy that’s in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She’s singing with the herald angels and heaven’s glowing on her face.

And now she’s home for Christmas and now she’s home to stay;
She’s home for Christmas, and nothin’ could’ve kept her away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She’s home, she’s home for Christmas.
She is home, she’s home for Christmas.

Last night, I lay awake in bed for five grueling hours. I could hardly sleep even though I forced my eyes to "shut" down.  I tried to sleep early last night at 9p.m., but the effort proved futile. 

Insomnia fever is on, I guess. For over three weeks now, I hardly have a decent sleep because of my hectic schedule both for my personal and professional lives.

My mind was "talking", but my fingers were "silent" because I left my laptop cable in the office. The laptop battery went off after using it for 20 minutes. I thought that forgetting to bring the cable was OK since I wouldn't be glued to the keyboard.

I really tried hard to catch some Z's, but it was nowhere to be found.  The thoughts in my mind over the past five hours were lingering, waiting to be given shapes. I got up from bed, and checked if the other laptop at home was available.

Fortunately, as I am writing this entry now at 2:00a.m., the husband is busily snoring. "I could use his laptop at the moment while I attend to the "murmurings" of my mind," I thought to myself.

For the past two days, I ranted here and there about the damage I made to the first home of my talking fingers at fingertalks.com. So I created this new home at fingertalks.i.ph. I said before that this new home would just be a temporary refuge. But as I was "listening" to my thoughts awhile ago, I thought of an idea. I think it wouldn't be a temporary home for my talking fingers.  

For quick reference, I have created this legend when referring to FINGERTALKS' blog houses:

Fingertalks.com (1st home) = is referred to as the ORIGINAL HOME OF THE TALKING FINGERS ON THE WEB (I am trying hard to recover it)

Fingertalks.i.ph (2nd home) =will now be referred to as the RENTED HOME OF THE TALKING FINGERS ON THE WEB

LISTEN... 

Just for everyone's knowledge, the original home (AKA mother blog of fingertalks) gave birth to its baby blog INSPIRING FINGERS ON THE WEB on Oct.30, 2007. This was during the time that fingertalks got back to the blogosphere and after three days, she messed up the blog. 

So for the 2nd home or the rented home, fingertalks' the 2nd home gave birth today to a baby blog which she calls PEEKING FINGERS ON THE WEB. 

The idea behind this blog will be discussed tomorrow. 

See you on Nov. 30 for  the official launching of the PEEKING FINGERS ON THE WEB. 

Cheers!

fingertalks 

I have so much to blog, I just don't know where to start. 

The problem with being away from blogging is that one loses the momentum to touch base with readers, and yes, much more, the blogger ME, in my case.

Being away from my old home, fingertalks.com, for the past months was so hard on my part. But due to the circumstances that were beyond my control, blogging had taken a back seat in my priorities.

I devoted much time to my fingertalks' blog - the old home of the talking fingers on the Web. For the past year, I exerted effort to blog almost on a daily basis. Its membership at MyBlogLog grew, and also at SpicyPage. Its page rank crawled from the low starting point of PR1 to PR3.  

When I finally got connected to the Internet in my new place in this part of the world, I was so enthusiastic to announce it to the world. I took everything so hastily. I was excited! But the excitement caught me off guard. In just a wrong click of the mouse, and the wrong stroke of my fingers on the keyboard, my beloved FINGERTALKS.com blog could no longer be accessed. 

GROWING PAINS...words I heard from spousy whenever I tell him of something that bothers me - like getting back the OLD FINGERTALKS blog.  

In a not-so-related note... 

Maintaining a blog somehow entails growing pains.  I have to maintain a deep connection with my blogging persona. I have to find the words that I'd want to be imprinted on the Web. I have to maintain its freshness by blogging on a regular basis. I have to be me when I blog so that people and readers could connect even to just a fragment of my life. 

It's like cultivating a relationship with others. It's like growing a flower in the garden. I should not left it unattended because it might slowly be forgotten. Just like in friendship where friends might vanish, or in the case of the garden, weeds might grow in between the plots. 

I am thankful for the very few people I have known online, but who remained there for me even when I was away...Thank you so much for your friendships.

I was hard at work looking as to how I could approve the comments of my friends sasha, ems, dangkin to my first post here. I didn't know that the default is that comments are under moderation. So I had to read the articles in the forum. Funny, too, that I accidentally resent the first post to Sha, when in fact she already has read it. Sha-sis, sowee. I am so new here at i.ph. and I'm still learning the ropes. 

Anyway, thanks so much friends for the warm welcome. I will update you of what's keeping me busy here. To sha, thanks sis for the link re archives. Thanks for going over the Web to look for my past entries! I will visit that in awhile. I will update you if I could recover the site. Yes, all my efforts of building the PR of fingertalks into 3 are gone. Oh no.

Bluepanjeet emailed me that he hoped I could put back the old blog because he'd miss the music there. BP, your email reminded me that I was able to save the code of the music in a separate file. So I immediately put the code here. Thanks! 

This is all for now. More news soon. Miss you all, guys.

It's been a while since I last "chatted" with friends. I got no connection for the past four months. When I finally got an Internet connection, I messed up my fingertalks' blog. I feel so sad. I couldn't get through my blogroll's accounts. How can I inform them that my talking fingers were BACK when all they could see in my old blog are the words:

The e-mail could not be sent.
Possible reason: your host may have disabled the mail() function... 

To solve the dilemma, I created a new fingertalks' blog...at i.ph.

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