I starting Blog entitled UNTITLED.
The Student treaded along the pavement with his hands clasped behind him eyes on the ground. The night life of the Haymarket severed around him. Lights winked in coffee house windows. Laughter, song, and abuse boomed from public houses.
Carriages thronged the street, blocking one another’s way and setting off shouting matches between the drivers, street sellers hawked fruit, nuts, oysters, or gingerbread and kidney pies served hot from little portable stoves. An old man preformed one on corner with herm old piano.
This place is near only in her University that he studying everyday he is waiting a public vehicle to go to her boarding house but in a long waiting because the driver is selecting their passengers to take.
He was wait their until night the poor man was hungry and the public vehicle that he need is not arrive until the public vehicle is arrive.
That is me My mane name is Russele Glen S. Porcelin. I lived on the first floor above the public house and let out the second floor rooms to ladybirds and their flats their was not much danger that the authorities would take notice the parish constables were to indolent, and the bow street runners preferred bigger game. Slip their a bottle of spirits now and again and they would turn a blind eye. God knew, such accommodation houses were common enough round the Haymarket, where girls like Rynee were as numerous as the paving. Stones they trod each night.
We both are student and studying in the university and we are the same Ilongo, she came from Tupi South Cotabato and I came from General Santos City. She so sweet to me. I like to read so many magazines because to know the news. This is my first time that I far to my parents not really far because my father is also companion to me because he work in Davao but my mother and brother is far from me.
The fourteenth and fifteenth centuries saw the emergence of the first prose romances along with a new book market. This market had developed even before the first printing facilities were introduced: prose authors could speak a new language, a language avoiding the repetition inherent in rhymes. Prose could risk a new rhythm and longer thoughts. Yet it needed the written book to preserve the coincidental formulations the author had chosen. While the printing press was yet to arrive, the commercial book production trade had already begun. Legends, lives of saints and mystical visions in prose were the main object of the new market of prose productions. The urban elite and female readers in upper class households and monasteries read religious prose. Prose romances appeared as a new and expensive fashion in this market. They could only truly flourish with the invention of the printing press and with paper becoming a cheaper medium. Both of these achievements arrived in the late fifteenth century.This is my blog. UNTITLED.
