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Day 4
It’s 7:30pm, my work station is a mess, and I’m still plugging away so I thought I’d treat myself to a glass of rosé. Blughhhhh. Today it’s horrible. I’ve gotten into rosé for the first time in my life however my 3 day old bottle is tasting like port tonight. Blughhhh... down the drain you go.
Things I need to do:
Invest in a wine bottle stopper
Come up with a routine. I love freelancing. I hate freelancing. Freelancing confuses me. It’s like moving. I have extreme highs and lows. I like the freedom but I’m lonely. I get into great strides but I need to manage my own time. I decided it was time to turn to an expert. After a good chat with a dear friend who strictly works remote she has encouraged me to come up with a routine to follow everyday.
Slow down and absorb. I looked out a shop window today while researching and casually just hanging out in the view was the Eiffel tower. It was one of those a-ha moments that hit you in the face. My “Oh, shit. I’m living in Paris” moment.
Learn french. My career has been built around, “Trente sept s'il vous plait!” and I think it’s time I branch out of Footwear Designer Lingo 101.
Everything is broken today.
It is 100°F and the fan part of the fan has fallen off the fan. I am melting. MELTING.
Adobe CreativeCloud is giving me all the major lags. HOW2FREELANCE IF TOOLS ALL BREAK???
My Tumblr theme doesn’t appear anymore
Listened to the At Home With pod episode featuring Charly Cox, downloaded her book, had a cry, ordered x100 to send out to friends
I attempted to be a good wife. Did the laundry and now the damn door won’t open. Please clothes, please don’t go mouldy.
Waiiiiiiii.
Bienvenue à Paris
I’m having a bit of a moment. Almost seven years ago I visited Paris for the first time. Actually, I passed through would be more correct. I was visiting a dear friend in Lyon and had to quickly make my way into the city after my my 9 hour flight. After that brief and first sprint through Paris I promised myself I’d live here one day. Years passed, I started travelling back to the city multiple times a year for work, but even then my focus and priorities shifted and the big dream started to fade as I got older and busier.
But oh! How life possesses big surprises and curve balls. Speed up to June 2018 where we found ourselves with an interesting twist of circumstance. Before we knew it our home was packed up, most our possessions put in storage, and on a hot August night we pulled into the Gare du Nord with a mix of seven heavy ass cases and bags.
We have a tiny temporary flat to crash in while we hunt for our next home. The city is hot as hell this summer. I bake/sweat now while I design in our tiny living room, my legs and arms are covered in bug bites but holy shit, I live in Paris.
Saturday March 10th 2018
Currently: planning a wedding
Working: on a website *gasp*
Reading: Everything I Know About Love
Guilty Pleasure: Riverdale
Happy: it’s the weekend
Thinking: where has the time gone?
Saturday Nov 11th 2017
The weekend is finally here! The sky is grey, the temperature frosty, our noses are bung’d up the wazoo and I’ve got some gingseng soup simmering away on the stove. Fabri is still in bed snoozing and I’m taking a break from finding the perfect Taiwanese cookbook and instead looking at all the photos we’ve taken from the last two years. (The one above is my favourite). It’s been a good week! My visa’s been approved for China (after being rejected four times), work is finally slowing down and Fabri’s gotten some great news on his end which means we’re in for some breathing space.
Things I’m Doing Today:
finishing the post on our trip to Sicily
maybe back tracking and writing posts on when my Nanas came for a visit & when my folks were in town (proper life documentation)
forming a Christmas shopping list
seeing the Greeks for lunch at Ceru
cleaning/organising the money corner (hello, feng-shui!)
archiving old photos and old work
heading East to show some support at Startup Weekend
big goal of the weekend: picking a date for our wedding
I am in much better spirits today. Still bed ridden and congested beyond belief but without the overwhelming feeling of impending doom. I read an article for people with Big Little Lies withdraws, they recommended Veronica Mars. 5 episodes in and not feeling it. I NEED RECOMMENDATIONS PEOPLE! I’m an awful sick person. I don’t like relaxing, I get bored, lonely, and then frustrated because I don’t have the energy to do anything. But as I said, today is a better day. Caroline kicked my butt and told me to take a chill pill so that’s what I’ll attempt to do. Focus on the positives:
Around noon i rolled out of bed and refolded all of my clothes
I am EXCITED to move flats (not stressed)
I am excited to host my beloved friends in July ( in new flat)
and I am lucky to plan a get away to Sicily (even if it’s turning out to be a logistical nightmare... details later)
My favourite cousin from childhood messaged me after the London attacks and I’ve had the nicest time hearing about her life
one of my dear friends from uni had a baby so I’m hunting for a baby gift! I have absolutely no clue on what new parents need or want. But babies and new chapters are exciting!
I’m in need of a passion project. I’m not sure what exactly yet... but I’m definitely in a creative lull. No passion or drive. I am also deathly ill today. So deathly that I can’t drag myself out of bed. However, not so deathly where I can’t be a little bit creative from bed.
While I wait for the Quiqee to drop off my soup I’ll recap a bit of what I’ve been up to:
I’ve crawled out of bed and washed all my sheets (hoping to kill any lingering germs)
I have The Hundred Foot Journey queued up ( ready to play when my food arrives)
I’ve blasted through Big Little Lies ( and looking for something new to binge)
I’m stressed trying to plan a holiday for 4 to Sicily (half our party being on another continent. merging schedules is proving to be a bitch.)
I’m also stressed about moving flats this month and getting all the logistics in order
It has only been 4 hours since I’ve woken up and I’m already tired of resting. Sadly I’m limited in activity because my head spins repeatedly
This is the view from my bed:
Zzzz...
Been working late and having the longest week. Cannot be more excited for a long weekend of lazing, window shopping, and festivities.
Called my dad -- check
Face washed, PJ’s on -- check
Glass of rosé -- check
Half way through an episode of Riverdale (my guilty pleasure) -- check
Wishing I was a beached whale in Sicily -- check check
Ready to pass out before 10 -- check
Fools of April
The weather has been GORGEOUS this weekend. We’ve had a busy weekend running around, stocking the fridge, and entertaining our friends. February was busy with travel/work trips (Paris & Barcelona) and I haven’t the faintest idea where March went.
Today:
After putting it off for six months I finally bought a new phone -- the camera is amazing
We went for a long walk along the river. Because it was a rare nice day, everyone and their kitchen sink was out
I have been sipping cava like a lazy bastard since 4pm and sunning my ghostly legs in our bathroom (having California weather withdrawls)
cleaned up my computer ( archiving, organizing, deleting -- IT FEELS SO GOOD)
ordered my one of my favourite series on Audible for my dad & I (Royal Spyness)
day dreamed of summer holidays (something beachy in Greece or Sicily, a girls trip, and hosting my parents)
looking at the best platforms to make a websitemy boyfriend’s fart smells so bad I want to die
December - San Diego
Let’s try getting back into the swing of things:
The set up- 2 lazy sun-kissed weeks for Christmas 2016 in LA with a small detour in form of a 3 day road trip / romantic rendezvous
had our minds blown when we stopped for a pre-dinner snack at POKIRRITO followed by...
amazing lobster rolls at Ironside ( I DIE )
deathly food poisoning and period cramps after the first night ( I drank old coffee creamer on accident... I LITERALLY died)
day 2 sadly wasted and was instead spent rolling around in agony on world’s comfiest sofa
tried to make it up to F by having a fun Ethiopian dinner. We got in a HUGE fight. (FAIL)
the following morning found us the best donuts in San Diego (#bestgirlfriendEVER)
road trip to Santa Monica to forget the disaster of get away ( YAY )
stay in Little Italy if you’re in San Diego. Ask for Cam & Mitch, they’ll hook you up with pimpest pad (no pun intended)
November: Save The Truffles
I had the most insane week. Quit my job, got whisked away to Italy, started a new job. Bing, bang, boom.
It was the coolest weekend. F had been invited by his client and it was too crazy of an experience to pass up. We packed our bags, set off for the airport at 3:30am, stuffed a Nutella jammed croissant in my face once we landed and found ourselves in the hills of Bari ready for a weekend of education and truffle hunting.
It started with a 10 course meal at Ristorante Da Francesco (the space is older than the United States AND it’s newly michelin appointed, the chef is only 26!) to taste the truffles. Once our fat asses were rolled out of the restaurant, our amazing meal was followed by a lecture at the truffle fair ( to spread awareness on preserving truffles & their habitat).
Full of food, wine, and cheese, we sleepily drove down the winding roads to our adorable AirBnB to indulge in cold showers and no central heating. However, freezing our asses off kept us prime and alert for the next morning when were off to experience a truffle hunt with a tartufaio and his pups.
After the excitement came to an end, we headed back into Milano to see some friends and family (any excuse to stuff my face at Princi). It was an amazing weekend to ring in a new chapter of my life.
Check it out: http://www.savethetruffle.com/en/
Summer
It’s slipped by too quickly. In June the weather was shit, so we took little road trips and went to Costco. In July there was a fancy wedding, moves, and a touch of long distance as the fox left me for the wilds of Brazil (summer gamez). And in August Felix snuck away in my luggage and we spent the a chunk of August in LA with my family. There was a lot of eating. Some sight seeing. Wine. Peacocks. Target. Now the gloom is slowly settling in as we ready to board the flight. Life flies when you’re happy.
Why We Will Not Drink Too Much Any More:
it is embarrassing
one of your friends is going to chat up everyman on the train car and try to recite songs in their mother tongue to them ( anddd she only speaks two languages)
your best friend may or may not leave the bath taps on ALL night. oops...
you may accidentally text your boyfriend you love him. and it’s kind of a hole you can’t dig yourself out of. i mean... what sounds worse? NO! i didn’t mean it!! my phone auto-corrected! OR uh...yah it wasn’t a typo. THERE IS NO WINNING.
falling asleep on the tube / bus/ uber home
how many more umbrellas can you possibly lose?
waking up to find half the stock intake of Sainsbury on your bedroom floor
Sundays are for:
coffee in bed
spinning
costco runs
hiding from the rainstorms
accidentally painting your nails the worst colour ever
suit shopping
quick drives to Oxford
Facetiming your Fiona
buying vitamins & super greens
face masks.
I love this photo. We got caught in Portugal’s annual monsoon the night before. Our clothes were soaked. Our shoes were soaked. Our umbrella was soaked. Cut to the morning after. The sun was trying to fight its way through the giant slats and I was trying to cram in an extra 5 minutes of sleep before you dragged me out for more adventuring. You skipped back down the stairs after hanging the clothes to dry, tossed your phone on the pillow next to me and said, “I have your next Instagram photo”. So good. May was crazy. April was crazy. We were crazy. Or... at least our friends tried to convince us we were crazy. I would never, ever, recommend anyone to dare a boy to fly away with you on your second date. He might actually book the tickets. And you might actually have fun.
Olhão