DFAT is organized by Avatar Media in cooperation with My Davao City. The Avatar Media Team is composed of:

>>Brendel Balaga of Blogging Frenzy,
>>Andrew dela Serna of Davao Foodie,
>>Ria Jose of Kusina Maria
>>Dulce Lada of Davao Talk, and
>>Lyle Santos of Thinking Out Loud.

To the organizers, Thank you for including me in the list of the DFAT 2011 Participants!

• Eleanor Aguilar of More Food Adventures, <-- the Mom!
• Karen Ang of Dementia Foodista <-- the Eyes!
• Robbie Bautista of Creative Dork <-- the Crook!
• Mark Cabrera of Markable <-- The Me!
• Alexis Chua of the Alexis Chua Blog <-- The Quiet!
• Rhon delos Santos of Happy Backpacking, <-- The "Where Are You?"!
• Orman Manansala of Eats Terrific <-- The Terrific O!
• Tiara Mejos of Tiarara <-- The Explorer!
• Evanjohnn Mendoza of The Photoblogger <-- The Rich Official Putographer.haha
• Darlyn Osanastre of Beautiful Mindanao <-- The Silent
• Sansan Parreno of The Peregrinator <-- The Silent II
• Mica Rodriguez of Senyorita, <-- The Senyorita (Ano pa nga ba?)
• Don Triviño of Bongga Ba?, <-- The Bonggacious!
• Leah Valle of Kitchen Hopping, <-- The Happy Go Lucky!
• Fitz Villafuerte of Thirsty Blogger, <-- The Thirsty Blogger (Need I say more?)
• Rabsky Villanueva of Ako si Rabsky <-- The "Where Are You?" Part 2
• Meiyah Laborte of Meiyah.info <-- The Hihihi! :)

That's just it for now! But wait, there's more. .  :)

Meet the Travel Blogger - Olanology!

It's been almost a month since the Ultimate Summer Adventure gave both bloggers and travel enthusiasts the best summer challenge anyone has ever imagined.In 2 days and 1 night, 21 individuals tested the strength of their stomachs as they passed through the Monfort Bat Cave; hopped on wowing Samal Beach resorts like the Marex Beach Resort, jumped into joy and excitement on the Vanishing Island, climbed the peak of Mt.Puting Bato,camped into the white sandy beach of Kaputian, dived into the chilly waters of the Hagimit Falls, and had a short side trip & snacks in "The Orchard Resort".What more can you ask for?

Me? Personally, more food and water.lol. Not that I didn't have much food to eat but the whole trip would have required a lot of food and water to replenish my energy. It was kinda tough most especially the mountain trek at Mt. Puting Bato. The land travel from a place to another, however gave relief to our feet, isn't quite enough to restore the energy we initially had. Even so, I was still enthusiastic about our next destination.

It was my second visit at the Island Garden City of Samal, the first time I went there was actually just last Christmas vacation. We had a family reunion on one of its beaches, and from that experience I must say Samal is a nice place for gatherings - either social, campy, hang-out with friends, team building or just like ours, a family gathering .


After our pre-Christmas family cruise, I was wondering when I'd ever be able to visit the place again. But thanks to Kuya Olan, he popped that bubble out of my head and called out for his first ever "Olanology's Ultimate Samal Adventure".It was as if, he owned the whole island that I felt very welcomed when he invited me on his adventure on exploring the island.

Note: Click on Images to see raw photos. . 

Stuffing the sea breeze in your lungs by morning. .

It was indeed an ultimate trip which offered a lot of firsts, fun and "friendships"(whom I first met in the trip).Allow me to turn this personal blog into a travel blog so that I could chronicle my little voyage, on the little island called "SAMAL". And by the way, also allow me to turn this into a food blog as well since DFAT is coming this May 2011.

Just right after this post, wait up for a follow up because it's about time to Experience Samal.

As a typical Filipino child, I indulge listening to tagalong short stories inspired by Philippine mythology and folklore. Most of these are scary urban stories with magical creatures and other malevolent entities taunting my innocent yet vivid imagination.



In the middle of the night, as I gaze on the window. I could imagine a Mananangal passing by. Then I embrace myself, quickly hides under my covers as my sudoriferous glands starts to leak.All of a sudden, an abrasive flapping sound (oh my! Are those wings?) hurled into my ears. Then the sound became louder and louder and LOUDER! And then it stopped – I felt something's moving on my feet. I could feel a clammy thing touching my skin – now on my legs. The wind blew and there was a silhouette or was it a shadow I don't really know but I thought of it as a Mananangal blocking the bright fluorescents lights. Instead of hiding under the covers, I cringed facing right covering my eyes with my hands.



Frozen in fear, eyes shut for the moment, I couldn't even hear anything. But I know something crawled from my legs up to my chest. Hair rose behind my spine, I thought I was going to die – it’s the end for me. I’m going to see a wicked face! I'm going to see a Mananangal or an Aswang's hideous face.



An old lady, with a distinctively large pointed nose, a boil sticking on its tip; she had sallow complexion, her scattered gray hair is full of cockroaches, lice and other bugs and since I'm the nth victim of the night her hands are already gory. The wind was blowing hard and the lights turned on and off and I know she’s goin to eat me out alive! Oh my. . .I have to do something. I have to open my eyes. . I have to face my fear and oh my Gahhh..whaatt.. the hell...I screamed!!!

Ahhhhhh! I screamed to my lungs. Only to find out that it was. .

It was just Chippy! (Chippy is my late pet cat).

Oh no! There's the face again..

Nahh..it was just my imagination.

But? What about the flapping sounds? The flickering of lights? That something is blocking the fluorescent lights?

The fan, the changing of flourescent lights and the curtains. :D How fragile could I be?

That’s how scary stories almost ruined my childhood life, giving me nightmares and sleepless nights. My parents have once told me not to go out at night because there’s a “Kapre” living on the Balete Tree two blocks away from the house. That is aside from the Mananangal and Aswang stories (even movies) which have influenced me. I believed them though; I've always been suspicious about that tree since I was five. It looks old and creepy in fact I've had a nightmare about it. It may have given me frights at night but I never let it ruin my playtime by daylight. Not even when one fine afternoon, while I was playing with my half-Chinese friend on their yard. A devil showed up right before our eyes!


The devil was my big fat cousin. He's an asshole back then and sometimes even now. hehe. PEACE! He just want to beat us down or scare us to death - that's what makes him happy I think. But he obviously failed that time! And for him, we owe him BIG TIME! I thought. So he may prepare something that might scare the hell out of us, especially to me.



The sky was partly lit up, invoking mystical creatures to wander around. As I walk pass by the neighbors houses, the sun went out and the moon blazed in the dark blue sky.Then I heard a Pssst... .

Could it be him? I continued my pace as I gulp a spit. . .

It was followed by another. . So I walked even faster.

But it didn't stop.In fact it went on simultaneously - around 4 more times and the pssting sound got stuck into my head as if it was done by a creature of the dark. The Kapre, I thought.

Although I have the idea that it could be my cousin, that thought vanished when I saw a dark figure from above the Balete tree a few steps away from where I was.The figure was all black and so did the Balete tree as it was located before the only sodium vapor lamp streetlight in our street. I stood frozen in fear in the middle of the street. Then a gust of wind blew from behind, and forced me to run, eyes staring above as I crossed the Balete tree. What a ferocious monster could it be!?





I flew away home crying, begging for help “Please let me in!”, “Please let me in!” Then my Grandmother opened the gate. I didn’t went outside for a week . . . .


But it never prevented me to stop playing still. haha  I played with my cousins and my younger siblings on my cousin’s front yard and played there “Luto-lutoan and Bahay-bahayan” (in English Cooking-cooking and House-Housing.lol) and we also played tag. But my bully cousin went to avenge me, ruined the moment by warning us about monsters – not just monsters but ugly devil like monsters lying underneath my other cousin's house!! He filled our poor innocent minds with gruesome images we wished we’re home in an instant. He’s a big bad bully and indeed one of the craziest bastards of my childhood days. So, I went home feeling doomed. I bid playtime goodbye. In my mind  "I couldn't even go next doors?"But I cannot just stay home my whole life.

I guess, I need to do something. So I came up with an evil plan!

To Be Continued. . .