I thought that although I had revised for the exams that it would have put me at an advantage over my sister, who have a go lucky approach to life, and would you believe that she passed all her subjects with distinction.
life revised. what would i take out? what would i leave? what kind of things would i say to myself as i went along, erasing my dumb moments. What would i question about my past? would i see things i had long forgotten about? how would revising my life change my perspective? and at the end of the day…would i change anything?
I don’t know what revised means. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what to right. I don’t know what to wriiiiiiite. I don’t know what to type! I don’t know what to write.
he has revised the secret recipe for great food for the feast when his school comes, and everyone else not knowing the food are ready…………. FOR ANYTHING. the day has come for the battle between humans and food
Revised. For some reason I don’t really like that word. I can’t write right now. ugh. I’m having issues. I’m getting all hot and sweaty. Oh god it’s highschool all over again.
Have you revised your work? this is no time to mess around. This is your final attempt, one mess up and you’re put of this University. And! As far as your father an I are concerned, you’re out of any University.This is your final attempt!
I could not get over how this paper was looking. There is no choice but to revise it all, but there are only a couple of hours before it is due, and it is a twenty page essay. I am pretty much screwed at this point, and I hope the teacher shows leniency.
native return rewatch rewind
uncurl the furl revised the lines
too much too soon sooner than not
it wasn’t so
regret inflect the stress request
lost in dire straits murk the mire stuck
inspired to go
She had revised the plan over and over again but she could not shake the constant state of anxiety she was in. who was she going to invite? actualy it seemed like Tom might not be the right man for her. everything about this wedding preparation felt wrong. it was like a bad premonition. she’d already stuffed up the buying of the dress, double-booked the venue, and now she couldn’t make any decisions about who to invite.
when we have to do some changes in our previous work then we revised our work. We don’t print the whole document again we just do some changes in it i.e revised.As in colleges revised date sheet,result, timetable must come.Revised is basically to improve the mistakes which was done before in previous document or list.Nowadays,movies are revised by making sequels of it.They just do some changes in it,but the description remains same.They have the same stories but they present it in a different way.
He has been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts and memories just seemed to drift through his mind all foggy and jagged, leaving him to piece things together as best as he could.
He had been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts seemed to flow in and out of his mind in a foggy, jangled manner, and he always seemed to be piecing things together as best as he could.
He ripped the page out of the notebook. This wasn’t any good, he grumbled to himself crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trash. He wasn’t sure what to do, his plan had been revised so many times and yet he couldn’t figure out that dratted plot hole.
Every time something is created, it ends up being in a state of randomness. It is only through the process of revision and being revised and reviewed, that something that is not worth being seen by the light of day becomes something that is worth sharing with the world.
Whenever we finish a piece of writing it’s never good enough. There’s always that urge to change something. We don’t know what, but something. There’s always something missing, like a puzzle piece stolen in the night. Is it because we can’t seem to get past our exceptional standards that nothing is ever good enough for us? Or is it because we want a perfection we feel incapable of giving ourselves?
She backspaced and retyped. Backspaced again. None of it sounded right. She grasped her tea and lifted it to her lips but didn’t drink. Her eyes glazed slightly as she looked just over the computer screen. Formulating the words was harder than it looked. It used to be easy.
she revised the novels she started with a biting nostalgia, down through her ribs. the one she was on right now had been written during her pregnancy; it was a tale of youth and hope, a coming of age of some sorts, and she had been happiest writing it. unfortunately for her literary fame and for the undiscovered fate of her main characters, she had lost her child on the way to chapter 32 and had never picked up the book again. up to now.
If we are good critics of ourself and have courage to not only admit our mistakes but will to improve ourself, we can evolve into more better, revised version of ourselves.
The hours poured away. It was well past three in the morning when I finally leaned back in my seat, stretched my arms over my head and allowed myself to yawn. After days and days of preparing, I was ready for this test.
It really is never too late. The goals we have set for ourselves or the relationships we have created to feel secure can always be revised. Change is an inevitable part of life and we should never be afraid of having to alter something from its initial form. Take the time to truly evaluate whether or not each and every aspect of your life is truly in the state that you want it to be…
When my revised draft of my essay was returned to me, I found that the professor had given me the same mediocre grade that he had given me for the first draft. This was alarming to me, especially since the revised draft was two pages longer, had a modified thesis, and offered almost a dozen more quotations and pieces of evidence. When I brought it to his attention, he laughed and shook his head.
“I was probably drunk when I graded it,” he confessed, which rendered me speechless.
Revised, edited, altered from a previous state. My brain feels as though it has been revised by you. Can you truly change the original content? How much will a simple revision really do? What parts are missing from the revised version? What was left behind?
maybe life is like a first draft. everyday is new, sure, but we only live once. at the nd of our life we sbmit it, the final copy, the first draft, the only draft. unless reincarnation is real, there is never a revised copy of our life. each day is new and we only get one draft, one chance to write it. just one. no revision.
Seriously. We can’t be going there. Willpower? Clearly doesn’t exist here. Not in my world.
If I had willpower I would never have eaten that KitKat before breakfast. I would never have poured the last glass in the bottle at 11pm last night. And if I had god damn willpower I would never had let my neighbour kiss me, and keep kissing me til had had kissed every piece of me including the insides – yes the insides – and then kiss me again and take me to a hotel and love me for days and of course, inevitably yes, leave me broken. Willpower. Pfff.
He tallied it up. The very long list of compromises and intentions. He had become tidy where his natural tendency was to leave his clothes on the floor and his hair in the sink. He had searched for and uttered all the words he thought might help. He had sent flowers and made tea. Tea til the cows came home. And now he found himself changed. Different but empty still. A revised version of himself with a wife who still didn’t love him.
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Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Where does it stop? Took it out, put it back in, hated the ending, loved the ending, thought of a new ending, put it in, took it out, put it in, took it out, went back to the old ending, which by then sounded like a new ending and better than the new ending which was never any good. Making me crazy. This thing is making me crazy, but what is making me crazier is knowing that no one else but me will ever read the fucking thing.
It had been a long night, and the revisions still weren’t complete. Exhausted, he cursed under his breath, scratching anew at the page.
She looked across the room at him from her own desk, one eyebrow cocked upward. “Still?” she said, and it was all that needed to be said. He grunted something of an affirmation, and she rose from her own chair to stand behind his, dropping her hands to his shoulders, rubbing them to relieve the stress knotted in his back. “I’ll get some coffee going,” she said, and he hummed absentmindedly, all of his focus on the rhythm of her fingers against his shoulders. He sighed when she stopped, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek before slipping away to start the coffee.
Running a hand through his hair, he turned to the revisions again.
I’ve revised my approach to, well everything. I think I’ll become a better person b
I thought that although I had revised for the exams that it would have put me at an advantage over my sister, who have a go lucky approach to life, and would you believe that she passed all her subjects with distinction.
life revised. what would i take out? what would i leave? what kind of things would i say to myself as i went along, erasing my dumb moments. What would i question about my past? would i see things i had long forgotten about? how would revising my life change my perspective? and at the end of the day…would i change anything?
I don’t know what revised means. I don’t know what else to write. I don’t know what to right. I don’t know what to wriiiiiiite. I don’t know what to type! I don’t know what to write.
Now, it is new, perfect?
I don’t know…
Maybe the changes have improved the document.
Maybe…
looked at what I wrote/read and thought something
he has revised the secret recipe for great food for the feast when his school comes, and everyone else not knowing the food are ready…………. FOR ANYTHING. the day has come for the battle between humans and food
Revised. For some reason I don’t really like that word. I can’t write right now. ugh. I’m having issues. I’m getting all hot and sweaty. Oh god it’s highschool all over again.
Have you revised your work? this is no time to mess around. This is your final attempt, one mess up and you’re put of this University. And! As far as your father an I are concerned, you’re out of any University.This is your final attempt!
I could not get over how this paper was looking. There is no choice but to revise it all, but there are only a couple of hours before it is due, and it is a twenty page essay. I am pretty much screwed at this point, and I hope the teacher shows leniency.
native return rewatch rewind
uncurl the furl revised the lines
too much too soon sooner than not
it wasn’t so
regret inflect the stress request
lost in dire straits murk the mire stuck
inspired to go
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She had revised the plan over and over again but she could not shake the constant state of anxiety she was in. who was she going to invite? actualy it seemed like Tom might not be the right man for her. everything about this wedding preparation felt wrong. it was like a bad premonition. she’d already stuffed up the buying of the dress, double-booked the venue, and now she couldn’t make any decisions about who to invite.
when we have to do some changes in our previous work then we revised our work. We don’t print the whole document again we just do some changes in it i.e revised.As in colleges revised date sheet,result, timetable must come.Revised is basically to improve the mistakes which was done before in previous document or list.Nowadays,movies are revised by making sequels of it.They just do some changes in it,but the description remains same.They have the same stories but they present it in a different way.
He has been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts and memories just seemed to drift through his mind all foggy and jagged, leaving him to piece things together as best as he could.
He had been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts seemed to flow in and out of his mind in a foggy, jangled manner, and he always seemed to be piecing things together as best as he could.
He ripped the page out of the notebook. This wasn’t any good, he grumbled to himself crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trash. He wasn’t sure what to do, his plan had been revised so many times and yet he couldn’t figure out that dratted plot hole.
Every time something is created, it ends up being in a state of randomness. It is only through the process of revision and being revised and reviewed, that something that is not worth being seen by the light of day becomes something that is worth sharing with the world.
With only one minute
and no room for revising
I send you web-bound and
spiraling – making a mark
among many
To be found, but
hopefully by a kind eye, as
one minute is not very long.
Revised is what you do when you make a mistake in writing. Revision is what you did. Revising is the process.
Whenever we finish a piece of writing it’s never good enough. There’s always that urge to change something. We don’t know what, but something. There’s always something missing, like a puzzle piece stolen in the night. Is it because we can’t seem to get past our exceptional standards that nothing is ever good enough for us? Or is it because we want a perfection we feel incapable of giving ourselves?
I have revised my plan for my life. Hopefully, it works out and I will find myself smiling.
She backspaced and retyped. Backspaced again. None of it sounded right. She grasped her tea and lifted it to her lips but didn’t drink. Her eyes glazed slightly as she looked just over the computer screen. Formulating the words was harder than it looked. It used to be easy.
1revised=realizing enough via input so exchange domain
she revised the novels she started with a biting nostalgia, down through her ribs. the one she was on right now had been written during her pregnancy; it was a tale of youth and hope, a coming of age of some sorts, and she had been happiest writing it. unfortunately for her literary fame and for the undiscovered fate of her main characters, she had lost her child on the way to chapter 32 and had never picked up the book again. up to now.
If we are good critics of ourself and have courage to not only admit our mistakes but will to improve ourself, we can evolve into more better, revised version of ourselves.
The hours poured away. It was well past three in the morning when I finally leaned back in my seat, stretched my arms over my head and allowed myself to yawn. After days and days of preparing, I was ready for this test.
revising the script, platonically equipped, monotony’s a bitch, ascribing to not bitch.
It really is never too late. The goals we have set for ourselves or the relationships we have created to feel secure can always be revised. Change is an inevitable part of life and we should never be afraid of having to alter something from its initial form. Take the time to truly evaluate whether or not each and every aspect of your life is truly in the state that you want it to be…
When my revised draft of my essay was returned to me, I found that the professor had given me the same mediocre grade that he had given me for the first draft. This was alarming to me, especially since the revised draft was two pages longer, had a modified thesis, and offered almost a dozen more quotations and pieces of evidence. When I brought it to his attention, he laughed and shook his head.
“I was probably drunk when I graded it,” he confessed, which rendered me speechless.
it wasn’t as good the second time. it felt forced, contrived. And dull, so dull. i guess that’s a sign i shouldn’t drink and write.
Revised, edited, altered from a previous state. My brain feels as though it has been revised by you. Can you truly change the original content? How much will a simple revision really do? What parts are missing from the revised version? What was left behind?
maybe life is like a first draft. everyday is new, sure, but we only live once. at the nd of our life we sbmit it, the final copy, the first draft, the only draft. unless reincarnation is real, there is never a revised copy of our life. each day is new and we only get one draft, one chance to write it. just one. no revision.
WILLPOWER
Seriously. We can’t be going there. Willpower? Clearly doesn’t exist here. Not in my world.
If I had willpower I would never have eaten that KitKat before breakfast. I would never have poured the last glass in the bottle at 11pm last night. And if I had god damn willpower I would never had let my neighbour kiss me, and keep kissing me til had had kissed every piece of me including the insides – yes the insides – and then kiss me again and take me to a hotel and love me for days and of course, inevitably yes, leave me broken. Willpower. Pfff.
He tallied it up. The very long list of compromises and intentions. He had become tidy where his natural tendency was to leave his clothes on the floor and his hair in the sink. He had searched for and uttered all the words he thought might help. He had sent flowers and made tea. Tea til the cows came home. And now he found himself changed. Different but empty still. A revised version of himself with a wife who still didn’t love him.
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Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Where does it stop? Took it out, put it back in, hated the ending, loved the ending, thought of a new ending, put it in, took it out, put it in, took it out, went back to the old ending, which by then sounded like a new ending and better than the new ending which was never any good. Making me crazy. This thing is making me crazy, but what is making me crazier is knowing that no one else but me will ever read the fucking thing.
When I think of this word I thing of renewing someone who wants to be better at something or they want to grow up.
It had been a long night, and the revisions still weren’t complete. Exhausted, he cursed under his breath, scratching anew at the page.
She looked across the room at him from her own desk, one eyebrow cocked upward. “Still?” she said, and it was all that needed to be said. He grunted something of an affirmation, and she rose from her own chair to stand behind his, dropping her hands to his shoulders, rubbing them to relieve the stress knotted in his back. “I’ll get some coffee going,” she said, and he hummed absentmindedly, all of his focus on the rhythm of her fingers against his shoulders. He sighed when she stopped, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek before slipping away to start the coffee.
Running a hand through his hair, he turned to the revisions again.