Sunday, March 15, 2009


Welcome to BOHOL TE AMO, exquisitely otherwise known as "I love you, Bohol." It's solely a personal definition of what this blog is.

This blog exists because of my unexplainable devotion and love for this wonderful place which I call home and which for many years has helped mold me into the person I am today, and not to forget the fact that most all of the people I love, care for and am friends with, live and are from this beautiful island which my dear Cajun friend once called, not paradise, but "an accent of heaven."

Music background titled Bohol written by TQ Solis, Jr.
Produced by Romeo Ceniza Mascariñas
Performed by Fr. J. Roel Lungay


For someone who wasn't born in Bohol and still claim a tag of being a "proud Bol-anon" is hardly conceivable but not totally impossible in spite of the spite Boholanos sometimes underservedly get for just being Boholanos, much like as it were in Biblical timeframe where Jesus was at times accused of and being mocked for being a Nazarene himself as the perception during his days run something like this, "Is there anything good coming out of Nazareth?" "Is there anything good coming out of Bohol?" That I've heard so many times many years back as a young person as if coming from Bohol or being a Boholano is a curse unto itself or, again, a tag that one needed to shy away from or be ashamed of. Even without academic evidence of scientific studies supporting such belief or claim but it's almost safe to say that there were those who avoided being teased upon or mocked (in a good way, if there's such a thing as good mockery?) in front of many that you knew you were at a wrong place at a wrong time. Of course, I known people myself who dreaded such a nametag that they even ended up lying, i.e., claiming a different domicile or region-of-origin when asked such a question. I never understood why but I had my suspicions why they did.

And here comes the innocent me, a totally different bred, one who never spoke a hint of Bol-anon before the age of five, who had never set foot on this beautiful paradise since the last time God first thought of him long way after the Garden of Eden drama (confused already? LoL), who in youthful innocense had no clue where his lineage orginated from, and whose dad and mom were still fighting over the idea whether raising children is best served somewhere other than the big city or in the city itself, even when in those years big cities, including Manila, were still relatively primitive in comparison to the current millenium's definition of an 'urbis.'

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