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Yeahh. My very first post. I have started a lot of blogs before but nothing ever did last. I am now hoping that this thing would last a lot longer.

Anyway, gonna introduce myself first and gonna tell you what this blog is going to be about.
The name's Victoria, but people call me Becs for short.
Yeahh, I know. What's the connection right?
It would be probably be a lot more acceptable if my name was Rebecca.
I don't know what's with my name either.
I have had that nickname since I could ever remember.
My Mom has been calling me that for ages.

I'm 16 years old. And currently in College.
Too young to be in college?
Wondering why, huh?
Well, that's because I'm living here in Philippines.
You see, in this country, you graduate high school by the time you're 16.
We don't have the junior high stage.
After 6th grade, you are automatically upgraded to high school.


Now, about this blog.
Now that I'm already a freshman in college,
I thought of something that would help me save all the memories that I would have.
(Except for the use of pictures of course. That's a given already.)

So yeahh, you're probably gonna read in this blog everything that's gonna happen in my college life.
Oh well. That's all for now guys. I'll keep you guys updated.
Just read my blog. Ciao!


-becluhh♪

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