One night in July, a smothering sadness overcame me. It crept up in the worst possible way— unexpectedly and without warning— and like wildfire, the smothering sadness spread quickly all over my body...
I am forever indebted to my parents for purposely instilling in their children a passionate, early onset wanderlust. As a family, we didn’t always have the luxury of going places whenever we wa...
Four months ago, I did something on impulse. Running high on—in retrospect— really, really schizophrenic emotions, I “deleted” this blog and announced to the virtual world that it was don...
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175 posts, 29,000 hits, 20 months later, and Letters by Larissa is done for good. In November 2009, I created this blog to give myself an outlet for writing. I had a surplus of inspiration going on a...
A down-and out skid row floral assistant becomes an overnight sensation when he discovers an exotic plant with a mysterious craving for fresh blood. Soon “Audrey II” grows into an ill-tem...
I’ve been getting the most vivid dreams lately. Like last night, when I dreamt of CSI actress Jorja Fox beating me up, because I had morphed into a black girl. I have no idea if her reason for ...
My social life is on a severe decline. It’s the effect of different causes: no more student organizations this senior year, no good friends in most of my classes, no default hang-out spot, no n...
Second day back in school today. In a lot of ways, it was like going to a new school, where free printing no longer exists and everyone seems to be stuck in a state of perpetual perspiration. But I&#...
Because being back has been more frustrating than I’ve been letting on, and more difficult and sad than it really should be. As vague as this will end up seeming, it’s high time I regroup...
Aka my amazing support group of family and friends. I’m racking up quite a bill with the 500 texts and BBMs I sent and received today, messages keeping tabs on me, and wishing, hoping and prayi...
It’s been a very difficult past two days. After a ten-day family trip to Spain and Italy, which I carefully planned, booked and arranged myself, because my parents deserve it after shelling out...
Stranger beware, there’s love in the air under Paris skies Try to be smart and don’t let your heart catch on fire Love becomes king the moment it’s Spring under Paris skies Lonely h...
I live on a little street that’s smack in the middle of the city. The little street that I’ve grown to call my home for the past five months is the teeny-tiny Rue Marie Stuart (you can...
I take with me five memorable things from my trip to Vienna, Austria… 1) The Wombat Hostel at Naschmarkt, the best hostel I’ve ever stayed at in Europe They only opened in March 2011, so ...
A few hours ago, I was lying on a patch of grass in Switzerland. The sun was kind and bright, warming up my face, my hair and every bit else of my body that had just endured a long bike ride along La...
Traveling to Vienna, Budapest and Geneva for a week! Quand je retourne à Paris, ma famille arrivent de Manille aussi. Alors, nous restons à Paris environ cinq jours. Aprés, nous voyageons en Espagne ...
Friday, April 29 – Celebrating the Royal Wedding, Paris-exchange-student-on-a-bu dget-style This day marked the last official day of classes in Sciences-Po! After French orals at a café along Sa...
Thirteen hours after I published the post on my lost cards, look what I found in the supermarket: I believe the word 'relieved' was made for this moment It took me THREE attempts to get it,...
There was a time during my freshman year in college when I spent a night worrying and getting frustrated over a misplaced school ID. In Ateneo de Manila, where I go to university, students caught wit...
I’ve been having a really, really great week so far. I’m not sure if it’s the yoga I’ve been doing (back in the mat, baby!) or the food I’ve been eating (salads, mostly)...
I couldn’t help but notice that most of the search words leading to my blog lately were “iya joson” “larisa” (?) and “sciences po”. I am only too happy to he...
Lately, I’ve gotten the hang of getting around with the bus. Spring has unofficially hit Paris (unofficially, because it was supposed to have officially hit us a few weeks back, but only this w...
Eighty five days. That’s how long I’ve been having Nutella and bread for breakfast (except for the days I switch it for pecan cereal, of course), how long I’ve been walking and taki...
Looking back at my first semester as a junior in Ateneo, it boggles me how I was able to handle so much. There was the Comm junior year hell sem (like, if you think looking for child traffickers arou...
I feel very frustrated about our latest writing assignment. The journalism exchange students were tasked to go to Marché Saint Denis, which I think is the largest street market in suburban Paris. Sai...
I had the most amazing day today. Mom, if you’re reading this, don’t start crying. I didn’t have my best day yet in France today, because today was also the very same day you left f...
On the road from Charles de Gaulle Airport to our hotel in the city, I fell asleep– even when Grace Coddington told me not to. In one of my most favorite scenes in the September Issue, Grace sa...
The past few days have been a busy, bitchy blur. I cancelled about three get-togethers because of last minute bumps with my papers for the British Embassy, but at least there were some things life go...
Not the N’Sync kind. Yesterday commenced the little goodbyes when Karen slept over my house for the nth time. We watched Easy A, ate jalapeno Cheetos, scarfed down Rice Krispies and gabbed a lo...
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