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.
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 […]
July 22, 2019
This Moalboal Travel Guide curates all the essentials you need: things to do in Moalboal, where to stay in Moalboal, and where to stay in Moalboal. CHECK FLIGHTS TO CEBU, PHILIPPINES There is that place you frequent for many reasons. It is near, affordable, and has everything you need for […]
July 21, 2019
Cameron Highlands Travel Guide covers all the essential information you need to make your stay memorable. I was the only Asian in the 4×4 jeepney. An Israeli couple traveling with their little girl Luna was an endearing sight. The morning air was cool. Everyone donned their cardigan or jacket. I […]
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.
