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 18, 2021
Where to stay in Moalboal, Cebu | Extending as a peninsula on the southwestern coast of Cebu, Moalboal is bordered to the west by Tañon Strait; hence it has built a tourism economy based on recreational diving and beaches. Moalboal, being 89 kilometers (55 miles) away from Cebu City and […]
May 18, 2021
“It’s hard to find someone here that stays long enough that you can really fall in love,” I said to Simone, with a lit Kent in my right hand. The smoke circled, hovered a bit before it disappeared in Ha Noi’s surprisingly blue summer sky. The day started gloomy, the […]
January 19, 2021
LAST UPDATE: JAN 2020 This Moalboal Travel Guide curates all the essentials you need: things to do in Moalboal, where to stay in Moalboal, and where to eat in Moalboal. IMPORTANT NOTE: There are news circulating that the strip where Chilli Bar, Cafe Cebuano, Marina, and the entire Panagsama beachfront […]
February 28, 2020
It was a pure coincidence––me finding out about this thread on a Facebook group of women here in Hanoi. It cracked the hell out of me. I asked permission to collate some of them here for a wider audience. Feel free to add some in the comment box! The United […]
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.
