It’s a charming March! And I haven’t blogging for last February. What I love about February is my first confirmation of the Church founded by Jesus Christ. And I excommunicate with those who are Antichrist that can give me a relaxation and convenience. God! Jesus! I love! Now this new month March is charming that I plan for…National Women History Month.
So far I do organize stuff, not being a rufflesome woman. However, I am a human. I mess up some more times. I do have a planner that can help me with keeping track of.
I hope your new month will be filled with charm. And you have a happy Purim. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi
What’s my music-word? My poetry! I am a poetess that is writing music-word. You know, no one can ever stop me from writing poetry. Now I can use a music-word for a day. As I can receive monthly poetry prompts from my favourite Scottish poetess. Emily Page. She’s a beautiful, calming soulful woman. Her poetry tells a lot about the nature that she enjoys viewing in not only her home country of Scotland but in France, England and any land she can travel to.
My music-word for today is Starlit Sky and some others I can as this day. So what my music-word is saying? It says:
My poetry is a music-word Usually like a lyrical poem School of mine taught me how to play a word I love to play a word Create a sentence
Work on my own poetic album Orally speech is not only needed but… Read my signs, I sign every word Do poetically sign every word
And so, I don’t stop writing/playing my music-word
You see? That’s my music-word. I keep writing music-word. I am also producing it album. I always did that every year until I got a child but that doesn’t stop me as it is in my heart that once a while I do produce music-word album.
When it comes to blue Monday, be a happy writer. As I am a happy music-word poet.💖❤️, Loi
When I was a teenage student of SMSD, my old teacher assistant was with me and my classmates for six straight years. She was a deaf woman who had labiomancy skill. She was good at lip-reading the spoken language of the hearing people who didn’t know sign language. As she could understand what they said to her. Now I don’t know if she does a labiomancy with the non-signing hearing people. The last time I saw her was in the early of 2020. I haven’t seen her since.
Now labiomancy, do I have that skill? No, only however, little bit good at lip-reading. I do have hearing aids, I can hear and apprehend some more words from hearing people. But right now my hearing aids need repair. When I get my health insurance back, I will make an audiologist appointment. I took speech class at my old school and at hearing center. They taught me well at how to speak a word and a phrase. I spoke well without hand sign language to the hearing people. Now, okay. But recently weeks ago at my OCIA class, one man who is hearing and knows sign language understands my speech. Cool. If I can take speech every day, then hearing people may understand what I say to them.
Have a nice hump Wednesday. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi
Happy 2026! I know it’s late to say “Happy New Year” but anyway. Um… Happy Friyay! I was out of this blog for two days celebrating New Year with my loves. Now I’m back to blog.
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Do you remember what I talked about my home was on fire? That. Now recently Monday was the bad weather that I needed to discuss with you. It was a shocking news! Some people have lost their homes to the bad weather. It was like a white wonderland but really bad foggy wind, a powerful wind blowing in and striking the trees to fall down on the house. The power went out for a whole day! And now what? They face their experiences with being homeless. They are having a hard time finding a new home. Almost a month of no home is really saddened me. I’m a good tenant and why can’t I find the next new landlord who can accept me? Homeless is no fun. I don’t like that kind of life. I want to believe in home is for everyone. Human is not a trash. It is a living. So, I am wondering why homeless is existing. It should be no prevalence. But inside home is created to love and to live. I understand that home is not just a building, it is a person. I get it. But who likes to be outside at all times? Think about that good question. 💖❤️, Loi
Yesterday was a nice Christmas Day to celebrate with my loves and in-laws. Life is good when it comes to cheer my day. I was feeling exhausted, yet I was still chatting with them.
My Christmas story is my drug. A dose of thinking about Jesus. He’s my Gift. I need to use it because life in this world will be the end. But life eternally with the Christ. So, I am praying for my in-laws to encounter Christ. I’m so happy to see a father of my child attending our RC Church regularly. He expresses his prayers to Jesus in the Mass and in the mealtime. Furthermore, praying for his life to improve in following the laws. Sometimes the laws don’t fit Jesus, the persecution does not stop us from worshiping the Lord.
My Christmas story would be my first celebration alone with my child at home on my own. Sadly, it wasn’t happening. As it was my unexpected Christmas story. I need to tell you about what happened to our home.
Three weeks ago on December 3, 2025, our home was on the fire, I was sleeping with my child and his father was on the couch sleeping. Until he woke up after feeling the door was pounding by the concerned firefighters and police. My landlady was trying to call me and I felt nothing. I also smell nothing. As I was sleeping, not knowing that there were fires in our home. Thankfully, my love felt the door pounding and that he saved me and our child’s life.
Now that we have no home. We stay at the house of my child’s grandmother and step-grandfather for a while until find a new home. It’s really hard to find a new place to live. I feel sad and angry about losing a home. This is my second time losing my home. My two plans have already ruined! I have planned to decorate my first Christmas tree on my own without living with my family. And planning to vlog for 2026. However, I have to understand that it’s happening. As I can’t stay mad forever. Positivity, I have faith that I will come home soon with my child and maybe his dad after fixing our status.
I hope you had a nice Christmas Day and happy post-Christmas weekend. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi
It’s December, a joyous month! I am writing this entry of my coming back to my hometown in part two and final. It’s a gift! A positive entry with gratitude. Thanks God for a quick process! To finally receive health services this morning! I am so thankful for that.
Now in peace of my mind, my child and I are finally in NYS system. Everything’s fixed! So now I know what to do. And I do not go to where the ignotion is. An ignorant worker isn’t for me to work with. Because of I don’t want to make mistake again. It’s enough for me. And because of brokenness isn’t cool. I want to stay firm in my age. I’m a woman and I want to be treated as an adult, not need to treat me like a child. So scolding me, FINISH! The ignorance has enough of me. They can let me decide what I want. New York is my home and I have a right to dwell in.
I am free to express gratitude on my coming back to my hometown. Final. Finally, I am officially back to my hometown with my child. And so we live here happily and we have life to live.
Happy first Monday of December! Light & Love 💖❤️, Loi
Happy Friyay! Today’s Black Friday. I’m not going to shop in person. Because of a lot of people are very crazy. Nothing’s new. So, stay home. With more peace.
I need to share some brief story about my coming back to my hometown after five years of exile in Florida. Everything’s broken in NYS system. I have to repair and repair the damages done by Deaf agency, DSS, assisted social worker and Freewill Baptist Church. I do my best to resolve our issues. I have to engage more like trying to get my son to attend more services he needs. For example, seeing doctor. It has been three months since we tried to issue in NYS system.
Thereafter I moved back to my hometown with my child, I tried to quickly transfer my Identification card from Florida to New York. The problem was DMV needed my real birth certificate, not a copied one. I did not have it. I lost it in my brother’s house. He never sent it back to me. DMV told me to call my birthplace health department. I did it and it was not working. So I checked Virtual Checks online. Look, how many days did I have to wait to get my new real birth certificate? 14 days! Pretty not sooner. Actually more than that until I finally got one in the first week of September 2025 a month after I moved back to my hometown. I also lost my old stuff in my brother’s house after I was forced to exile in Florida on March 2020. I learned my lesson from the damages done by no housing assistance. I am never going back to non-assistance office ever again but recently I went to DSS as to try again. I now learn what to do with DSS. I’m finally thankful for getting a place to live and food. Only one more thing is I am still working on getting help from healthcare services.
More of part two of my coming back to my hometown story soon. Hope you have a nice weekend. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi
Today’s Unthanksgiving. Really Thanksliving. I don’t want to post the negative Mournful Day. It was a hundred of years ago, some of the Native Americans were saved from the cruel English Puritans. They were so thankful for alive and were able to pass on their awful story experience about what happened at their village to their descendants. But with the positive story, the Native Americans can choose thankfulness, they do not have to celebrate Thanksgiving but they can celebrate life and thank for sharing how some of their ancestors survived and for recounting what happened to some of their other ancestors.
To today Native Americans whoever you are, my condolences to you about your murdered ancestors and I hope you choose thankfulness for alive and well. Have a nice, blessed Thanksliving Thursday. Light & Love 💖❤️, Live Loi Jimenez
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