With the title, you must be thinking, “how could someone be able to print a memory?” Lie down, hook yourself up with several cables and diodes, attached it to a computer and printing device, download from your brain, the computer program reads, interprets, records it and print it and lo and behold, a full color print of past events in your life comes out from the printer! LOL, that’s something you might be able to watch in the late night gag shows but not in the real world.
I surveyed my room and see a lot of scattered books, old shoes, boxes of old clothes, magazines here and there, looked under the bed and oh my goodness, what a pretty sight! Sneezing from the dust, I get up and decide it is definitely time to clean up. Armed with a broom and a garbage bag, hair tied up in a bun, with Guns & Roses and Simple Mind as my company, I then started the tedious task of straightening up my room. After a couple of hours, my room kinda looked like a “room” ideal for resting unlike the cave-like ambiance it had earlier. I then get into the task of organizing the old things and boxes I have set aside in one corner for sorting as to which are to be thrown out and which are to be stored again. To maintain the “pristine condition” of my room, I managed to file up things and set almost everything in order, garbage bag almost half full and the others are again neatly stored, properly boxed and named. Nearing towards the end of my very tiring cleaning day, I come across an old shoe box. From the accumulated dust, it must have been lying under my bed for ages. I opened up the lid and surprised to find what’s inside. Old pictures, negatives and rolls of undeveloped films! Those were the days when memory card and digital camera haven’t existed yet. Films were the “memory card” with only 12-36 shots per roll and the printing costs too much too! So fascinated with the old pictures I have dug up, I also went on to investigate the negatives and strain to see what events and memories it stored. Moments were captured definitely but… sadly, it wasn’t printed then… I was so fascinated in browsing through the old pictures, I had the sudden urge to looked up to all my stored photo albums. One photo album after another, a smile pasted on my face, I even started checking out old poem notebooks and collection of poems from the boxes and have a great trip down memory lane. And I can’t help but think, if only I had printed those rolls of films, there should have been more moments/trips/parties that could be on a photo album worthy looking at.
Excited with my new goal, I started to look for my brush, my lipstick (I must have carelessly thrown it in one of those damn boxes), and where did I put my wallet? Hmmm… looking everywhere, I finally located everything I need after searching through the things I have stored. I grabbed my purse and before I went out, I have surveyed my room again, photo albums and pictures on the floor, my dusty shirt, poem collections and old poem notebook on the bed, my room is a mess again! Darn… I should have at least taken a picture of my room earlier while it was a little bit in order. Oh well, I’ll just have to clean it (again) later. Printing MY moments and memories is more important now J 
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