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Which is the best fighter? Chou vs Zilong | Mobile Legends | 1v1 Syno vs Skywee The God of Zilong - Duration: 10:10.
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In this video we'll be doing 1v1 (Me vs SkyWee)
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with the highest matches (4320) winrate 82.6%
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I use Flicker spell.
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Match starts on 3:40
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Kazakh figure skater Denis Ten stabbed to death - Duration: 1:03.
Denis Ten, a Kazakh figure skater of Korean descent and former Olympic bronze medalist,
has been stabbed to death at age 25.
Choi Si-young has the details.
Kazakh figure skater Denis Ten has been stabbed to death in Almaty, Kazahkstan.
According to Kazakhstan news agency Kazinform, Denis Ten was stabbed by two unidentified
men who tried to steal his car on Thursday local time.
"He came to the clinic in a critical condition, clinically dead.
All efforts of the clinic, and the city were made to try to save his life."
His death shocked fans in South Korea.
Ten was a great-great-grandson of a famous Korean independence fighter, and he used to
tell people that he was proud of his Korean lineage.
Ten belongs to the same agency as South Korean figure skater Kim Yu-na.
He competed at the 2018 PyeongChang Olympics, and was expected to increase his activity
in Korea such as meeting his fans.
Choi Si-young, Arirang News.
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Eco-friendly trend spreads to fashion industry - Duration: 2:26.
South Korea's fashion industry is taking strides to "go green."
The move is being driven by local consumers who increasingly make their shopping choices
based on their ethical principles.
Hong Yoo reports.
Sometimes it's not the design or the color of the clothes that matters to consumers -- it's
the material.
And a new trend says materials need to be eco-friendly.
The fashion industry is creating "green clothes" -- garments made from environmentally friendly
materials.
K2, a Korean outdoor brand, has come up with a product made out of eco-friendly hanji -- that
is, traditional paper -- handmade from mulberry trees, and other natural sources like Chinese
yams.
They are also doing a "clean bag campaign," handing out bags to hikers at the entraces
to mountain trails so they can collect their garbage.
"We hope that through our campaign, we can not only sustainably protect the environment
but create a synergy effect and get our customers to be part of it too."
The brand Patagonia has released a "ReCircle Collection" using recyclable wood pulp, and
they're donating 1% of their annual profit each year to environmental organizations worldwide.
Marmot, another outdoor brand, has released the "Marmot thread line" using thread made
from plastic waste.
"This t-shirt is made out of 50% of upcycled plastic and 50% recycled cotton, which saves
435 liters of water compared to the normal process of making a t-shirt.
It uses about 3 recycled plastic bottles, and reduces C-O-2 emissions by 300 grams."
"When clothes are thrown away, they don't decompose because they're mostly made out
of petroleum-based materials, and burning them releases toxic substances into the air.
Therefore, recycling the material is a way of getting rid of environmentally harmful
materials."
The fashion brand Beanpole has yet another campaign -- donating old bicycles that have
been refurbished like new.
It's called "Bike We Like."
The bicycles are donated to island villages.
With more attention on environmental issues and the damage caused by certain materials
or methods of production, the demand for eco-friendly products is growing, and the clothing industry
will have to keep adapting to consumers' growing preference for environmentally-friendly products.
Hong Yoo, Arirang News.
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High temperatures continue throughout nation - Duration: 2:07.
Our top story this morning...
The heat wave gripping Korea is refusing to give us all a break for a while,... with the
mercury forecast to hit close to 40 degrees Celsius in some parts of the country on this
Friday.
The extreme heat is especially dangerous to the elderly and children.
Experts are informing people of ways to stay safe... as the number of patients admitted
to hospital with heatstroke and other heat-related ailments soars.
Lee Seung-jae reports.
To say the weather has been 'hot' in Korea this summer is an understatement... with day
after day of blistering temperatures nationwide.
The southeastern city of Daegu,... notorious for its summer heat,... is forecast to swelter
under a high of 38 degrees Celsius on Friday.
Seoul won't be that much cooler at 34 degrees.
Temperatures are expected to remain in the 30s for the weekend with heat wave warnings
remaining in place.
The heat wave has also led to a rise in the number of casualties,... with over 700 people
admitted to hospital due to heat related health conditions.
Of that total,... more than 200 people were hospitalized during the past week alone.
The number is higher than last year and the year before that.
The Ministry of Agriculture, Food and Rural Affairs says as many as 790-thousand livestock
in Korea have died as of Tuesday due to the heat.
The number is nearly 30 percent more than during the same period last year,...
when 600-thousand animals died.
So how can we prevent ourselves from falling foul of the dangerous heat?
An expert says it's as simple as remembering three things.
"Many people are concerned about the heat wave.
Water, shade and rest.
Just follow these 3 things and you can prevent the worst from happening."
With the August heat still ahead of us,... experts advise against children and the elderly
spending too much time outside... as they are the most vulnerable to the extreme heat.
Lee Seung-jae, Arirang News.
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The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman | Audiobooks Youtube Free | Horror Stories Youtube - Duration: 29:47.
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls
for the summer.
A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height
of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate!
Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.
Else, why should it be let so cheaply?
And why have stood so long untenanted?
John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.
John is practical in the extreme.
He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly
at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.
John is a physician, and perhaps—(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but
this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason I do not
get well faster.
You see, he does not believe I am sick!
And what can one do?
If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives
that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight
hysterical tendency—what is one to do?
My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.
So I take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air,
and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.
Personally, I disagree with their ideas.
Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.
But what is one to do?
I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good deal—having
to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.
I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and
stimulus—but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and
I confess it always makes me feel bad.
So I will let it alone and talk about the house.
The most beautiful place!
It is quite alone, standing well back from the road, quite three miles from the village.
It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls
and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people.
There is a delicious garden!
I never saw such a garden—large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with
long grape-covered arbors with seats under them.
There were greenhouses, too, but they are all broken now.
There was some legal trouble, I believe, something about the heirs and co-heirs; anyhow, the
place has been empty for years.
That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid; but I don't care—there is something strange
about the house—I can feel it.
I even said so to John one moonlight evening, but he said what I felt was a draught, and
shut the window.
I get unreasonably angry with John sometimes.
I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive.
I think it is due to this nervous condition.
But John says if I feel so I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control
myself,—before him, at least,—and that makes me very tired.
I don't like our room a bit.
I wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window,
and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! but John would not hear of it.
He said there was only one window and not room for two beds, and no near room for him
if he took another.
He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction.
I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and
so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more.
He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the
air I could get.
"Your exercise depends on your strength, my dear," said he, "and your food somewhat
on your appetite; but air you can absorb all the time."
So we took the nursery, at the top of the house.
It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and
sunshine galore.
It was nursery first and then playground and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows
are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.
The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it.
It is stripped off—the paper—in great patches all around the head of my bed, about
as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down.
I never saw a worse paper in my life.
One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.
It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate,
and provoke study, and when you follow the lame, uncertain curves for a little distance
they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in
unheard-of contradictions.
The color is repellant, almost revolting; a smouldering, unclean yellow, strangely faded
by the slow-turning sunlight.
It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.
No wonder the children hated it!
I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.
There comes John, and I must put this away,—he hates to have me write a word.
We have been here two weeks, and I haven't felt like writing before, since that first
day.
I am sitting by the window now, up in this atrocious nursery, and there is nothing to
hinder my writing as much as I please, save lack of strength.
John is away all day, and even some nights when his cases are serious.
I am glad my case is not serious!
But these nervous troubles are dreadfully depressing.
John does not know how much I really suffer.
He knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him.
Of course it is only nervousness.
It does weigh on me so not to do my duty in any way!
I meant to be such a help to John, such a real rest and comfort, and here I am a comparative
burden already!
Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able—to dress and
entertain, and order things.
It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby.
Such a dear baby!
And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous.
I suppose John never was nervous in his life.
He laughs at me so about this wallpaper!
At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get
the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to
such fancies.
He said that after the wallpaper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the
barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on.
"You know the place is doing you good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't care
to renovate the house just for a three months' rental."
"Then do let us go downstairs," I said, "there are such pretty rooms there."
Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would
go down cellar if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.
But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.
It is as airy and comfortable a room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not
be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim.
I'm really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.
Out of one window I can see the garden, those mysterious deep-shaded arbors, the riotous
old-fashioned flowers, and bushes and gnarly trees.
Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to
the estate.
There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house.
I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned
me not to give way to fancy in the least.
He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like
mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and
good sense to check the tendency.
So I try.
I think sometimes that if I were only well enough to write a little it would relieve
the press of ideas and rest me.
But I find I get pretty tired when I try.
It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship about my work.
When I get really well John says we will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down for a long visit;
but he says he would as soon put fire-works in my pillow-case as to let me have those
stimulating people about now.
I wish I could get well faster.
But I must not think about that.
This paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had!
There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes
stare at you upside-down.
I get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness.
Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere.
There is one place where two breadths didn't match, and the eyes go all up and down the
line, one a little higher than the other.
I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression
they have!
I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls
and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store.
I remember what a kindly wink the knobs of our big old bureau used to have, and there
was one chair that always seemed like a strong friend.
I used to feel that if any of the other things looked too fierce I could always hop into
that chair and be safe.
The furniture in this room is no worse than inharmonious, however, for we had to bring
it all from downstairs.
I suppose when this was used as a playroom they had to take the nursery things out, and
no wonder!
I never saw such ravages as the children have made here.
The wallpaper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother—they
must have had perseverance as well as hatred.
Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out
here and there, and this great heavy bed, which is all we found in the room, looks as
if it had been through the wars.
But I don't mind it a bit—only the paper.
There comes John's sister.
Such a dear girl as she is, and so careful of me!
I must not let her find me writing.
She is a perfect, and enthusiastic housekeeper, and hopes for no better profession.
I verily believe she thinks it is the writing which made me sick!
But I can write when she is out, and see her a long way off from these windows.
There is one that commands the road, a lovely, shaded, winding road, and one that just looks
off over the country.
A lovely country, too, full of great elms and velvet meadows.
This wallpaper has a kind of sub-pattern in a different shade, a particularly irritating
one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly then.
But in the places where it isn't faded, and where the sun is just so, I can see a
strange, provoking, formless sort of figure, that seems to sulk about behind that silly
and conspicuous front design.
There's sister on the stairs!
Well, the Fourth of July is over!
The people are gone and I am tired out.
John thought it might do me good to see a little company, so we just had mother and
Nellie and the children down for a week.
Of course I didn't do a thing.
Jennie sees to everything now.
But it tired me all the same.
John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall.
But I don't want to go there at all.
I had a friend who was in his hands once, and she says he is just like John and my brother,
only more so!
Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far.
I don't feel as if it was worth while to turn my hand over for anything, and I'm
getting dreadfully fretful and querulous.
I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.
Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone.
And I am alone a good deal just now.
John is kept in town very often by serious cases, and Jennie is good and lets me alone
when I want her to.
So I walk a little in the garden or down that lovely lane, sit on the porch under the roses,
and lie down up here a good deal.
I'm getting really fond of the room in spite of the wallpaper.
Perhaps because of the wallpaper.
It dwells in my mind so!
I lie here on this great immovable bed—it is nailed down, I believe—and follow that
pattern about by the hour.
It is as good as gymnastics, I assure you.
I start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not
been touched, and I determine for the thousandth time that I will follow that pointless pattern
to some sort of a conclusion.
I know a little of the principle of design, and I know this thing was not arranged on
any laws of radiation, or alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or anything else
that I ever heard of.
It is repeated, of course, by the breadths, but not otherwise.
Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes—a kind
of "debased Romanesque" with delirium tremens—go waddling up and down in isolated
columns of fatuity.
But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great
slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase.
The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in
trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction.
They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion.
There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the cross-lights fade
and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,—the
interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges
of equal distraction.
It makes me tired to follow it.
I will take a nap, I guess.
I don't know why I should write this.
I don't want to.
I don't feel able.
And I know John would think it absurd.
But I must say what I feel and think in some way—it is such a relief!
But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.
Half the time now I am awfully lazy, and lie down ever so much.
John says I musn't lose my strength, and has me take cod-liver oil and lots of tonics
and things, to say nothing of ale and wine and rare meat.
Dear John!
He loves me very dearly, and hates to have me sick.
I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him
how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Cousin Henry and Julia.
But he said I wasn't able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not
make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished.
It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight.
Just this nervous weakness, I suppose.
And dear John gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on
the bed, and sat by me and read to me till it tired my head.
He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care
of myself for his sake, and keep well.
He says no one but myself can help me out of it, that I must use my will and self-control
and not let any silly fancies run away with me.
There's one comfort, the baby is well and happy, and does not have to occupy this nursery
with the horrid wallpaper.
If we had not used it that blessed child would have!
What a fortunate escape!
Why, I wouldn't have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such
a room for worlds.
I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all.
I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see.
Of course I never mention it to them any more,—I am too wise,—but I keep watch of it all
the same.
There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.
Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.
It is always the same shape, only very numerous.
And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern.
I don't like it a bit.
I wonder—I begin to think—I wish John would take me away from here!
It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise, and because he loves
me so.
But I tried it last night.
It was moonlight.
The moon shines in all around, just as the sun does.
I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in by one window or another.
John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watched the moonlight
on that undulating wallpaper till I felt creepy.
The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if she wanted to get out.
I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper did move, and when I came back John
was awake.
"What is it, little girl?" he said.
"Don't go walking about like that—you'll get cold."
I though it was a good time to talk, so I told him that I really was not gaining here,
and that I wished he would take me away.
"Why darling!" said he, "our lease will be up in three weeks, and I can't see how
to leave before.
"The repairs are not done at home, and I cannot possibly leave town just now.
Of course if you were in any danger I could and would, but you really are better, dear,
whether you can see it or not.
I am a doctor, dear, and I know.
You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better.
I feel really much easier about you."
"I don't weigh a bit more," said I, "nor as much; and my appetite may be better
in the evening, when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away."
"Bless her little heart!" said he with a big hug; "she shall be as sick as she
pleases!
But now let's improve the shining hours by going to sleep, and talk about it in the
morning!"
"And you won't go away?"
I asked gloomily.
"Why, how can I, dear?
It is only three weeks more and then we will take a nice little trip of a few days while
Jennie is getting the house ready.
Really, dear, you are better!"
"Better in body perhaps"—I began, and stopped short, for he sat up straight and
looked at me with such a stern, reproachful look that I could not say another word.
"My darling," said he, "I beg of you, for my sake and for our child's sake, as
well as for your own, that you will never for one instant let that idea enter your mind!
There is nothing so dangerous, so fascinating, to a temperament like yours.
It is a false and foolish fancy.
Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so?"
So of course I said no more on that score, and we went to sleep before long.
He thought I was asleep first, but I wasn't,—I lay there for hours trying to decide whether
that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separately.
On a pattern like this, by daylight, there is a lack of sequence, a defiance of law,
that is a constant irritant to a normal mind.
The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern
is torturing.
You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well under way in following, it turns
a back somersault and there you are.
It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you.
It is like a bad dream.
The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus.
If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding
and sprouting in endless convolutions,—why, that is something like it.
That is, sometimes!
There is one marked peculiarity about this paper, a thing nobody seems to notice but
myself, and that is that it changes as the light changes.
When the sun shoots in through the east window—I always watch for that first long, straight
ray—it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it.
That is why I watch it always.
By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn't know it
was the same paper.
At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by
moonlight, it becomes bars!
The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be.
I didn't realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but
now I am quite sure it is a woman.
By daylight she is subdued, quiet.
I fancy it is the pattern that keeps her so still.
It is so puzzling.
It keeps me quiet by the hour.
I lie down ever so much now.
John says it is good for me, and to sleep all I can.
Indeed, he started the habit by making me lie down for an hour after each meal.
It is a very bad habit, I am convinced, for, you see, I don't sleep.
And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell them I'm awake,—oh, no!
The fact is, I am getting a little afraid of John.
He seems very queer sometimes, and even Jennie has an inexplicable look.
It strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific hypothesis, that perhaps it is the paper!
I have watched John when he did not know I was looking, and come into the room suddenly
on the most innocent excuses, and I've caught him several times looking at the paper!
And Jennie too.
I caught Jennie with her hand on it once.
She didn't know I was in the room, and when I asked her in a quiet, a very quiet voice,
with the most restrained manner possible, what she was doing with the paper she turned
around as if she had been caught stealing, and looked quite angry—asked me why I should
frighten her so!
Then she said that the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found yellow smooches
on all my clothes and John's, and she wished we would be more careful!
Did not that sound innocent?
But I know she was studying that pattern, and I am determined that nobody shall find
it out but myself!
Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be.
You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch.
I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.
John is so pleased to see me improve!
He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my
wallpaper.
I turned it off with a laugh.
I had no intention of telling him it was because of the wallpaper—he would make fun of me.
He might even want to take me away.
I don't want to leave now until I have found it out.
There is a week more, and I think that will be enough.
I'm feeling ever so much better!
I don't sleep much at night, for it is so interesting to watch developments; but I sleep
a good deal in the daytime.
In the daytime it is tiresome and perplexing.
There are always new shoots on the fungus, and new shades of yellow all over it.
I cannot keep count of them, though I have tried conscientiously.
It is the strangest yellow, that wallpaper!
It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw—not beautiful ones like buttercups,
but old foul, bad yellow things.
But there is something else about that paper—the smell!
I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad.
Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell
is here.
It creeps all over the house.
I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in
wait for me on the stairs.
It gets into my hair.
Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it—there is that smell!
Such a peculiar odor, too!
I have spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like.
It is not bad—at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor
I ever met.
In this damp weather it is awful.
I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.
It used to disturb me at first.
I thought seriously of burning the house—to reach the smell.
But now I am used to it.
The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper!
A yellow smell.
There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard.
A streak that runs round the room.
It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even smooch, as
if it had been rubbed over and over.
I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did it for.
Round and round and round—round and round and round—it makes me dizzy!
I really have discovered something at last.
Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I have finally found out.
The front pattern does move—and no wonder!
The woman behind shakes it!
Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls
around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over.
Then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes
hold of the bars and shakes them hard.
And she is all the time trying to climb through.
But nobody could climb through that pattern—it strangles so; I think that is why it has so
many heads.
They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside-down, and makes
their eyes white!
If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.
I think that woman gets out in the daytime!
And I'll tell you why—privately—I've seen her!
I can see her out of every one of my windows!
It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.
I see her on that long shaded lane, creeping up and down.
I see her in those dark grape arbors, creeping all around the garden.
I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes
she hides under the blackberry vines.
I don't blame her a bit.
It must be very humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight!
I always lock the door when I creep by daylight.
I can't do it at night, for I know John would suspect something at once.
And John is so queer now, that I don't want to irritate him.
I wish he would take another room!
Besides, I don't want anybody to get that woman out at night but myself.
I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.
But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time.
And though I always see her she may be able to creep faster than I can turn!
I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud
shadow in a high wind.
If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one!
I mean to try it, little by little.
I have found out another funny thing, but I shan't tell it this time!
It does not do to trust people too much.
There are only two more days to get this paper off, and I believe John is beginning to notice.
I don't like the look in his eyes.
And I heard him ask Jennie a lot of professional questions about me.
She had a very good report to give.
She said I slept a good deal in the daytime.
John knows I don't sleep very well at night, for all I'm so quiet!
He asked me all sorts of questions, too, and pretended to be very loving and kind.
As if I couldn't see through him!
Still, I don't wonder he acts so, sleeping under this paper for three months.
It only interests me, but I feel sure John and Jennie are secretly affected by it.
Hurrah!
This is the last day, but it is enough.
John is to stay in town over night, and won't be out until this evening.
Jennie wanted to sleep with me—the sly thing! but I told her I should undoubtedly rest better
for a night all alone.
That was clever, for really I wasn't alone a bit!
As soon as it was moonlight, and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern,
I got up and ran to help her.
I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards
of that paper.
A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.
And then when the sun came and that awful pattern began to laugh at me I declared I
would finish it to-day!
We go away to-morrow, and they are moving all my furniture down again to leave things
as they were before.
Jennie looked at the wall in amazement, but I told her merrily that I did it out of pure
spite at the vicious thing.
She laughed and said she wouldn't mind doing it herself, but I must not get tired.
How she betrayed herself that time!
But I am here, and no person touches this paper but me—not alive!
She tried to get me out of the room—it was too patent!
But I said it was so quiet and empty and clean now that I believed I would lie down again
and sleep all I could; and not to wake me even for dinner—I would call when I woke.
So now she is gone, and the servants are gone, and the things are gone, and there is nothing
left but that great bedstead nailed down, with the canvas mattress we found on it.
We shall sleep downstairs to-night, and take the boat home to-morrow.
I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare again.
How those children did tear about here!
This bedstead is fairly gnawed!
But I must get to work.
I have locked the door and thrown the key down into the front path.
I don't want to go out, and I don't want to have anybody come in, till John comes.
I want to astonish him.
I've got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find.
If that woman does get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her!
But I forgot I could not reach far without anything to stand on!
This bed will not move!
I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a little
piece at one corner—but it hurt my teeth.
Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor.
It sticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it!
All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with
derision!
I am getting angry enough to do something desperate.
To jump out of the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even
to try.
Besides I wouldn't do it.
Of course not.
I know well enough that a step like that is improper and might be misconstrued.
I don't like to look out of the windows even—there are so many of those creeping
women, and they creep so fast.
I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?
But I am securely fastened now by my well-hidden rope—you don't get me out in the road
there!
I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that
is hard!
It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please!
I don't want to go outside.
I won't, even if Jennie asks me to.
For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow.
But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch
around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.
Why, there's John at the door!
It is no use, young man, you can't open it!
How he does call and pound!
Now he's crying for an axe.
It would be a shame to break down that beautiful door!
"John dear!" said I in the gentlest voice, "the key is down by the front steps, under
a plantain leaf!"
That silenced him for a few moments.
Then he said—very quietly indeed, "Open the door, my darling!"
"I can't," said I.
"The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf!"
And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that
he had to go and see, and he got it, of course, and came in.
He stopped short by the door.
"What is the matter?" he cried.
"For God's sake, what are you doing!"
I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder.
"I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Jane!
And I've pulled off most of the paper, so you can't put me back!"
Now why should that man have fainted?
But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every
time!
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The sentencing hearing in the second trial for disgraced former President Park Geun-hye
will be announced this afternoon-- broadcast live at 2PM, Korea time.
The Seoul Central District Court will deliver its verdict on charges Park violated electoral
laws by secretly aiding and funding campaign preparations for her political allies ahead
of the 2016 general election.
It's separate to the numerous other charges she was found guilty of earlier this year.
Park has already been sentenced to 24-years behind bars for her role in the massive power
abuse scandal that brought down her administration and sparked nationwide fury.
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5 Reasons Why Empaths Act Strange Around Inauthentic People - Duration: 3:49.
5 Reasons Why Empaths Act Strange Around Inauthentic People.
Empaths are gifted people who have special ability to understand people without even
talking to them.
However, being empaths are not always nice.
There are some stages or situations when empaths feel so shocked that they could not say a
word.
One of them is when they meet fake people.
Because of their intuitive nature, honesty, and extremely empathetic behaviour, it's to
be expected for empaths to freeze around inauthentic or fake people.
Empaths can sense the negative vibes that fake people emit after all, the last thing
they want to do is to stay close to them.
So, it's no surprise that they feel the urge to shut them down in order to protect themselves.
If we put it into some words, actually there are various signs and many different reasons
for it.
If you are wondering why, there are some reasons that you should know why an empath cannot
stand inauthentic people.
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#1 - Experiencing devastating symptoms.
Empaths are known for their hyper sensitivity towards emotions of other people.
When they see and meet fake people, they are frozen because of receiving negative and untruthful
aura from them.
#2 - Reading body language.
Attuned empaths are actually frozen fairly quicker than those who do not practice their
skills.
However, still, they cannot be free from being shocked and frozen from fake people.
They can not only read what's on people's mind through the way people talk.
However, they also can read the body language.
Therefore, even though someone does not say something, empaths can detect lies on them.
#3 - Empaths absorb energy from fake people.
Fake people are considered dangerous for most people.
However, empaths do not look them that way.
In fact, empaths feel empathy towards them.
However, at the same time, they are drained by those kind of people.
The reason is because fake people emit odd energy that empaths feel need to be altered
into something straight and positive.
#4 - Empaths usually mimic other people.
Fake people sometimes cannot hold their ground well.
It happens often especially when they are cornered by mind readers such as empaths.
When empaths successfully cornered them, the fake people are usually frozen.
Empaths also freeze at the same moment as mimicking their move.
#5 - Empaths regret their friends lie.
Sometimes, empaths do not expect their friends to lie.
When they pick lying sign from their friends, they are usually shocked to the point they
could not utter a single word.
Well, those are some of the reasons why empaths feel extremely exhausted around fake people.
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Let's turn the spotlight to the people still struggling with the pain of losing their loved
ones in one of South Korea's worst ever maritime disasters.
A local court on Thursday ordered the government and the operator of the Sewol-ho ferry...
to pay them tens of millions of dollars in compensation.
Kim Mok-yeon reports.
On Thursday, the Seoul Central District Court held the state and the ferry operator, Cheonghaejin
Marine, responsible for the tragedy in which the Sewol-ho ferry capsized, in 2014, killing
more than 300 passengers.
The court ordered them to pay compensation worth some 177-thousand U.S. dollars to the
beneficiaries of the deceased, and 35-thousand dollars to their parents.
Siblings and grandparents who participated in the suit will also be compensated in amounts
based on their kinship with the victim.
The suit was filed nearly three years ago by some 350 relatives of 118 of the victims,...
who claimed that the state and the ferry operator were responsible for neglecting safety management
and for not launching a swift rescue.
The court's ruling means a lot to the bereaved families, who've been waiting for a legal
acknowledgement of the state's responsibility.
They had even refused the government's initial compensation offer of more than 370-thousand
dollars.
Speaking to reporters after the verdict, the families said that they refused to accept
the initial offer because they wanted to file the suit and hold the state responsible through
a written judgement.
They said they are still not satisfied and hinted of an appeal... in which they would
expect the court to explicitly spell out the state and the company's wrongdoings.
Kim Mok-yeon, Arirang News.
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French President Emmanuel Macron is in hot water after one of his aides, dressed as a
police officer, was filmed beating a student demonstrator in Paris.
Alexandre Benalla, assistant to the president's chief of staff, is now under investigation
by French prosecutors and could face a slew of charges, including violence by a public
official and illegal use of police insignia.
The video was taken during the May Day protests and revealed by the French newspaper Le Monde
on Wednesday.
In the clip, Benalla can be seen dragging a woman down the street, grabbing her by the
neck.
He then goes back and drags a man along the floor before hitting him.
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Two Koreas to inspect railways in North Korea along east coast on Friday - Duration: 0:45.
Officials from the two Koreas are beginning railway inspections north of the border today.
According to Seoul's Unification Ministry, South and North Korean officials will inspect
rail lines along North Korea's eastern coast.
The authorities will check the section between Mount Kumgang and the Military Demarcation
Line... and hold a meeting afterwards.
Seoul is sending a 15-member delegation led by the railway bureau chief of the transport
ministry... and Pyongyang is sending a six-member delegation headed by a senior official from
its railway ministry.
The move comes as Seoul and Pyongyang agreed to modernize railways in North Korea as well
as those that cut across the inter-Korean border at their railway talks last month.
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