Hi there, I’m Jona!
This blog is problematically named. My affairs with the world and words started with a book. No, I do not travel as cheap as possible.
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 through travel, food, and books.
For real-time stories, puns, self-deprecating awkwardness, find me somewhere else.
May 3, 2022
Are your muscles stiff from constantly sitting while staring at the computer screen for work? Are you experiencing back pains, shoulder pains, and other muscle pains? Then, dearie, you badly need a massage. So we curated the best wellness and spa in Manila, especially in the southern end, so you […]
March 30, 2022
The locals endearingly named it the Bu—a chill, celebrity-packed beach town that radiates as a carefree, sunny state-of-mind beach town in California. Although the bustling Pacific Coast Highway runs through it and there is no actual town center, the charms of this famous beach town—with a population of around 13,000—is […]
March 18, 2022
I am not a serious diver. I do have a license and have dived in Vietnam, Malaysia, and more extensively in my home country—the Philippines. I can say that the Philippines is one precious gem for diving. If you have not been to the country, and you are a diver, […]
March 1, 2022
Surfing spots in the Philippines come aplenty. Thanks to facing the great Pacific. Some kindred spirits look for something more intense and more adventurous, and to heed your plea, here is your surfing travel guide in the Philippines. Surfing indeed is not for everyone. But it does not mean, it […]
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.
