Hi there, I’m Jona!
Ha Noi, Viet Nam
This blog is problematically named. What you see and read is not a lifestyle. It is a life well-lived and well-loved
BWAB is my attempt to document and write down my ways of living this one precious life.
For real-time stories, puns, self-deprecating awkwardness, find me somewhere else.
October 6, 2019
It’s easy to see why Cancun is one of the most popular vacation spots in the world. While it used to be known mainly as an area where the younger crowd went to have fun during spring break, the area has transformed into a top luxury travel destination. It has […]
September 10, 2019
LAST UPDATE JUNE 2019 Wondering where to eat in Cebu? These top Filipino Restaurants in Cebu are based on personal experience and preference. It’s totally not unheard-of that Cebu is one of the leading tourist destinations in the Philippines. Centrally located in the Philippine archipelago, Cebu, dubbed as the “Queen […]
July 24, 2019
Where to Stay in Siargao, Philippines covers all the different accommodation found in the island. They are divided into different locations and prince range and preference. Well, the secret that is Siargao Island is pretty much out. But compared to the world-renowned Boracay Island or Cebu, Siargao still has that […]
July 23, 2019
Earlier this year, Adah of pinaywanderess.com asked me what is success for me. Instantly I answered, “a happy pussy, heart, and mind.” She followed her question with “are you successful?” of which I answered, “Pussy is not, the past two months” and tailed it with a bucktoothed glass-wearing emoji. I cut […]
Some years ago, I had an altar of “when you’re broken” reading list. They comprise of Michael Ondaatje’s "The English Patient," Alice Munro’s "The Progress of Love," and Andre Aciman’s "Call Me By Your Name." And the staple Mary Oliver’s “In Blackwater Woods,” Jack Gilbert’s “Failing and Flying,” Derek Walcott’s “Love After Love,” and the pseudo-poem of Jorge Luis Borges’ “After A While You Learn.” I read them. Again. And again. Cried. And cried. Soothed myself. Healed myself through their words again. Cried again. Read them again. This predictable yet painful cycle of breaking and mending. Each pain is different. Each healing is different.
