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🧧🐴 Horseh Your Way into the New Year! 🐴🧧
Welcoming the Year of the Horse with a full heart, warm home, and a little red cutie on my lap 🐶❤️
In Hokkien, “Hor Seh” means everything is good, smooth, and successful.
And this year? It’s the Horse year.
So I’m declaring this year… HORSEH YEAR 😆✨
May everything you do be Hor Seh.
May your plans run smoothly.
May your business gallop forward.
May your health stay strong.
May your heart stay warm.
Let’s Horseh together —
Good vibes. Good fortune. Good people. Good timing.
From me and my little red lucky charm 🐶🧧
Wishing you a year that is steady, speedy, and super Horseh!
Gong Xi Fa Cai! 🍊✨

Boodle and I are sending you paws-perity and huat vibes for 2026! 🧧🐾✨
Wishing you and your family a joyful and prosperous Lunar New Year 2026! 🧧✨
May this new year bring you good health, abundance, clarity, and gentle happiness in every corner of your life.
May your home be filled with laughter, your heart be filled with peace, and your days be blessed with good fortune.
With love from me & Boodle 🐶❤️

Mirror reflections don’t lie.
They remember the years I almost disappeared,
the nights I stayed when leaving felt easier,
the slow, quiet choosing of myself again.
Today, I look at myself with gentler eyes.
With forgiveness.
With patience.
With love that no longer needs permission.
“How long will I love you?”
Long enough to choose myself again and again.
Long enough to stay.
Long enough to finally feel like me.
#comingbacktome
#rebirth
#rebirth
#mirrortruth
#softstrength
phiaboo
stillhere
becomingme

Phia is BACK!
Between early 2021 to mid 2025, I was not truly myself.
I was lost. Confused. Depressed. Drained.
There were days I questioned my worth.
There were nights I questioned my existence.
For four years, it felt like life or death — internally.
I avoided people.
I withdrew.
I hid.
I walked away from conversations, from opportunities, from love.
Not because I didn’t care — but because I didn’t know how to hold myself together anymore.
The confidence I built over four decades collapsed in a single moment.
And every time I tried to rise again, it felt heavier than the last.
I fell.
And fell again.
And again.
But somehow… I survived.
Not because I was strong.
But because something — or someone — refused to let me go.
That season changed me. It humbled me. It stripped me.
It broke my ego. It broke my illusion. It broke my identity.
And in that breaking… I met the rawest version of myself.
I am not sharing this for sympathy.
I am not sharing this to play victim.
I am sharing this because growth is not always pretty.
Healing is not always aesthetic.
And sometimes the strongest people you know are quietly fighting battles you cannot see.
To those I hurt during those years — I am truly sorry.
There was never intention. Only confusion and pain.
To those who stayed…
To those who waited…
To those who loved me when I could not love myself…
Thank you. You will never know how much that mattered.
Today, I look back at those four years as my Tower moment.
The destruction was necessary.
Because without the collapse, I would never rebuild correctly.
And now…
It is time.
2026 —
New hair.
New aura.
New energy.
New mindset.
New boundaries.
New discipline.
New softness.
New power.
New blessings.
New perspective.
New chapter.
I am not becoming someone new.
I am returning to who I was always meant to be.
If you’re reading this and you are in your dark season — please know this:
Rock bottom is not your identity.
It is a foundation.
See you in 2026.
Stronger. Wiser. Softer. Unapologetically alive.

What is NORMAL?
One question once silenced me:
“What is normal?”
What feels obvious to you
may feel foreign to someone else.
Different upbringings.
Different values.
Different versions of “common sense.”
Understanding doesn’t mean agreement.
It means awareness.
#whatisnormal #perspectivecheck #perspectivecheck #selfawareness #mindfulliving
“Can This Love Be Translated?” asked a simple question… and quietly shattered an illusion.
There may be 7,100 languages in the world,
but in truth, there are as many languages as there are people.
Because every human speaks from their own history, wounds, fears, values, and hopes.
This is where misinterpretation begins.
This is where relationships fracture—not because we don’t care,
but because we assume others speak the same language of the heart as we do.
Communication is the foundation of every relationship.
And anything built on a weak foundation will eventually shake… and collapse.
Communication sounds easy.
But it is one of the hardest practices in love, friendship, family, consideration.
Why?
Because most people think communication is about speaking.
They forget that listening is part of the language.
Listening is not waiting to reply.
Listening is choosing to understand before choosing to be understood.
There’s a reason we were given two ears and one mouth.
Not to speak louder—but to listen deeper.
Sometimes love doesn’t need better words.
It needs better listening.
And maybe…
love doesn’t fail because it can’t be translated—
but because we stop trying to learn each other’s language.
🎬 Can This Love Be Translated? (korean drama series)


















