[21 Sept 10]
I have to be thankful for two cats tt wandered into my life in the past few months. I learnt to show compassion and love to these two mad, frisky animals even though it takes a hellish 2 mths for them and us to settle down to them.
Mom was never supportive in any of our little exploits, so we never rly regarded her advice. She specially woke us up in the middle of the nights (3am to be exact) the first week we kept Mittens, and decided we should just bring it downstairs and let her loose. I saw no logic in letting a poor helpless kitten out on her own to starve to death in the outside world (ppl seem to avoid cats a lot ard here) so I let Midnight out instead. She did give the option of either cat going off ("only one stray at one time") so I fulfilled her wish. She obviously liked Midnight also, after having the handsome cat for 8 mths in our midst... this ugly duckling from the bowels of the society 24 floors below probably carried rabies and would hv no place in our home, esp nt to replace Midnight.
I argued that between a baby and teenager, which would you rather let loose in the jungle? Not a very smart comeback though, but logic was not prevailant at tt time of day, never with mum anyway. She insisted still though, that we get changed and set free Mittens and get Midnight back. Nat was crying in her bed. Whn i saw her I tried not to cry. Mum was in a vulnerable position 'cos I could kick her face frm whr I laid.
Yeh, truth is the hse gets relatively dirty now tt the cats hv become our permanent tenants, but im the one doing the cleaning. I dun see any joy in tt, n lesser still whn mum tries to make her life seem miserable like she were suffering the consequences of a dirty hse. Whn all she does is nag it out. Im tired of this. I hv other better optimistic and compassion driven activities to keep me busy for my entire life, like the study of the Bible, helping in charities (umairah, who's doing well, tho she dropped out of Poly to work part-time n feed the family income) and writing interesting fiction tt hv more life than mum cud offer us.
I fear I would become like her if i continue staying near her n hving to put up w her blabber on ppl being untrustworthy and disinterested in her life jus 'cos no one bothers to visit Johan dying in hospital; Christians being ordinary sinners 'cos they all act alike; everyone else nt deserving of charity jus 'cos they seem to leech off you half the time when you're just stingy and materialistic with your money. It's your idol and you are thrifty for rainy days, but never for others' rainy days. What do u learn in 7 yrs at church? Flattery? Any excuse to shirk responsibility is a reason to be dead to all else and alive to yourself.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Another day at a gathering of Leaders'
The SP Rotaract Club this evening had their 12th annual installation for their new members as well as new main committee. Present were the director from Rotaract Queenetown and Rotarians from various polys, unis and centres in Singapore.
My point is, I wish I had such external support from other clubs as the Rotaract Club has from the International Club. We have no such thing as external contacts. We don't even have internal communication 'cos nobody cares about the club or anything like admin work. Everyone is vying for camera-handling and editing. Well, there are many videographers out there and there is endless opportunity to mingle with them, but if I were to try, I would neglect club responsibilities and have strong connections but no stability in the club. And it is unstable as it is already.
At least the Rotarian members know that what they do, they do it for the betterment of society as well as self. It's a passion and the members have an inkling of what is expected of them, seeing from all the formalities they went through and the motivating speeches made and the touching passover of Presidency from Mateen to Kok Wei... I wish our club could do something like that and have Royston Tan or Ning do a moving speech in commemoration of our ancestors or soon-to-be-passed-out students. Damn it, our biggest star Peter Jackson would be invited to open the passover ceremony!
The good thing about our club is that you get to go to events for free and you meet lots of new people and you have somewhere to chill and socialise ('cos you can club-hop and drop in at other clubs for fun). At least I get to eat lunches without much distress these 1.5 yrs in poly. Also they have the coolest software to play with, but I constantly worry that Chin Kai's 1TB HDD space would run out in a few mths if the 2TB HDD is not bought soon. Other people like to pop in and admire the 30" screen Mac Pro like it was the finest thing on earth, but it's nothing really. It's like... old! Our ancestors worked for it with their 6 laptops.
I'm thankful tt our windows can be opened 'cos other clubs can't. And when it gets stuffy or stinky of food and feet and heat and fart, we can still air ours. The clubroom now requires us to remove our shoes as compared to when we simply walked in, collected the cameras and zoomed out. It's cleaner this way and you can lie on the floor when you're sweaty and smelly like Kenny and Marcus does.
They are the 2 idiots in the clubroom. But they were of help when it came to work sometimes. And now that I found tt Marc is not capable of admin work and Kenny wants to quit from a sleepover incident and getting his key confiscated, I have lesser manpower. Esme also doesn't want to do treasury or anything I ask her nicely to do, insisting that she work within her job scope (which is to call/sms freshies when I ask her to and I rarely ask her to). If these ppl won't do as they are asked, how am I going to be more relaxed and delegate jobs more as Kwee Chek said? It's back to square one yah. And I need a life. So much for studies come first. Screw the club. It's not a club; it's a person running the whole show called Videography Club.
And look at the red lines underlining the word videography! It's not even a proper term in the dictionary.
My point is, I wish I had such external support from other clubs as the Rotaract Club has from the International Club. We have no such thing as external contacts. We don't even have internal communication 'cos nobody cares about the club or anything like admin work. Everyone is vying for camera-handling and editing. Well, there are many videographers out there and there is endless opportunity to mingle with them, but if I were to try, I would neglect club responsibilities and have strong connections but no stability in the club. And it is unstable as it is already.
At least the Rotarian members know that what they do, they do it for the betterment of society as well as self. It's a passion and the members have an inkling of what is expected of them, seeing from all the formalities they went through and the motivating speeches made and the touching passover of Presidency from Mateen to Kok Wei... I wish our club could do something like that and have Royston Tan or Ning do a moving speech in commemoration of our ancestors or soon-to-be-passed-out students. Damn it, our biggest star Peter Jackson would be invited to open the passover ceremony!
The good thing about our club is that you get to go to events for free and you meet lots of new people and you have somewhere to chill and socialise ('cos you can club-hop and drop in at other clubs for fun). At least I get to eat lunches without much distress these 1.5 yrs in poly. Also they have the coolest software to play with, but I constantly worry that Chin Kai's 1TB HDD space would run out in a few mths if the 2TB HDD is not bought soon. Other people like to pop in and admire the 30" screen Mac Pro like it was the finest thing on earth, but it's nothing really. It's like... old! Our ancestors worked for it with their 6 laptops.
I'm thankful tt our windows can be opened 'cos other clubs can't. And when it gets stuffy or stinky of food and feet and heat and fart, we can still air ours. The clubroom now requires us to remove our shoes as compared to when we simply walked in, collected the cameras and zoomed out. It's cleaner this way and you can lie on the floor when you're sweaty and smelly like Kenny and Marcus does.
They are the 2 idiots in the clubroom. But they were of help when it came to work sometimes. And now that I found tt Marc is not capable of admin work and Kenny wants to quit from a sleepover incident and getting his key confiscated, I have lesser manpower. Esme also doesn't want to do treasury or anything I ask her nicely to do, insisting that she work within her job scope (which is to call/sms freshies when I ask her to and I rarely ask her to). If these ppl won't do as they are asked, how am I going to be more relaxed and delegate jobs more as Kwee Chek said? It's back to square one yah. And I need a life. So much for studies come first. Screw the club. It's not a club; it's a person running the whole show called Videography Club.
And look at the red lines underlining the word videography! It's not even a proper term in the dictionary.
Tribute to Mittens
Gosh, we had her only for like 5 mths and this is how she disappears. My only fear is that she is shivering and cold and broken somewhere on a ledge of the building 24 floors down. The only way she could disappear from the house was through a window as all the doors were locked. And our windows overlooked a 24-floor drop onto the laundry people sun outside the flat.
She had been doing well, eating real good, sometimes attacking our stash of walnut bread or scavenging the bin for morsels or catwalking her way across my desk to sniff at the potential food in my hand. Whether it was actually food or not, she figured those were good ways to get our attention, either by sauntering in menacingly and heading straight to the source of her interest (at which Nat or I usually grab her and plonk her somewhere else in the room) or she climbs up to your lap and goes her full body length, stretching to peer into your cup or have a nip at the yogurt. Anything that had a plastic crumpling sound was potentially edible. Anything tt had a paper crumbling sound was a potential play thing/food. When she got out of hand like overturn the entire wok of bread onto the floor for ants to eat, Nat really smacked her. But her butt was so cute you just wanted to pick her up and squish her... eeek!
Before we went overseas to Thailand last Tues, 7 sept, she had nails that would leave holes and lacerations and swells on us. It was probably the dirt under there and Nat couldn't be bothered to trim them 'cos Mittens struggled a lot. She was one frisky cat. With those nails she even made tears in the sofas, worse than Midnight who shortens his nails on the wooden basket. Bathe her and she'd claw you. Press the twice broken tip of her tail and she'd claw you. Let Nat put her on your back and she'd really claw you. We punished each other by throwing Mittens or putting her on each others' backs. Ouch. But after Takara Pets owner trimmed her nails (and cleaned her ears, yay) she was ever so cute and sparkling clean and smelled of Indian dust whn I collected her on 10 sept. But her lack of claws made her stumble once whn she catwalked the bedroom sill. And the second time she failed she was gone.
I tot she'd never grow up, but i saw thr was no rush 'cos she was only 5 mths old and despite her scrawniness and thin legs and big protruding tummy (the skin was so flabby it was hanging below her stomach) she made a cool Bucky cat. Minus the sarcasm. And hey, she could stand up on her hind legs imitating a meerkat. It's usually cute, so I would grab her upper legs and with her butt in my other hand, I make her sorta' "stand" in my hand looking like a black and white meerkat.
When I first saw her, she was on the bus bench looking so oblivious to everyone around her. It was the rush hour and buses were filing in and out and people were streaming around and there the lil' kitty sat, all curled up and quietly sleeping on the corner of the bench. Many of the adults dared not sit near her. She was just the size of my palm and I swooned over her the moment I laid eyes on her. But I was caught between messing with nature and just bringing her from her natural habitat under my wing where I couldn't really give her warmth and she might die (the neighbour near the lift lobby kept a 1/2 yr old kitty but she died under his lousy care). Ajmal said her mum could be nearby so I should leave her. I had called him to ask at what age do kittens open their eyes 'cos she kept hers closed a lot. But she had a good body of fur though thin and wispy, so she wasn't too young. And I had to rush to school. I left her at a bench whr the elderly hang out and rushed off. I told Nat to see if she was still ard the blk and to pick her up and bring her home 'cos tt would mean her mum wasn't nearby.
Now we had 2 monochrome cats and tt needed some getting used to. When Nat brought Mittens in, Midnight started snarling at her. Until he saw tt it was a she, and she was small. I knew they would get along. The only prob was Mittens kept biting and punching him in the face, or maybe just batting his nose with her claws extended. If he got too close, usually just for a sniff of her butt, she would turn and crouch and claw his paws, then he would be subdued and retreat. Sometimes they would even go wrestling and tumbling on the floor until Midnight hisses and runs from her. Thn she'd chase him for sport. After mths, their roughage became more silent and violent tt I would worry if someone would get hurt. Midnight really does hurt her sometimes with his fat heavy bulk and I spank them when I catch who started it. Of I would break up the fights. Recently, she would attack him less rigorously but he would still whine as much, probably out of boredom frm playing with Mittens.
Aside from getting used to their daily play-fighting, Mittens really took advantage of her small frame and thin but muscular legs (you could see the small muscles rippling under tt skin). And after hving seen her amazing feats of window treading and grille climbing, I stupidly thn started paying attn to tt and decided we would hv to keep the windows closed a lot of the time. If she's nt asleep, she'll be attempting the catwalk. She sorta improvised it frm a tree to step ladder sorta climb. Over time she got faster and was able to manoeuvre her way to the curtain rails frm the tight spaces in the grilles, and frm thr make a victorious leap with all the glory of 4 dusty paws sailing thru the air and cleaning off neatly on my pillow. The dust stains, and in no time, the top of the windows are clean. She did tt at certain times. 1) When I am abt to curl up in bed, she would be all left out and rattles her way up to access my bed. 2) When she feels she has to wake me in the morning for breakfast, but Nat took to feeding them at 7ams so I didn't hv to starve them while I slept in. 3) When she just wants to wake me up. Initially I didn't close the windows so I would leap right out of bed to haul her back in. After tt, she just jumps onto me and bites my fingers with her itty-bitty teeth. her mountain climbing skill was a cool factor of ten I ever saw in a cat. I tot she might make a gd mountain climber and could accompany me on the Mt. Kinabalu hike in the future. She would probably be f
The opening of the fridge door meant time to explore the interior of the lower shelves. Any opening of the storeroom door meant time to go into the wild mazes of the junk and dig deep for treasure/food. The baking of something was potential food; the washing of utensils or raw things was potential food; the putting of laundry outside was potential food; the small movement in my swivel chair was "What is she doing? I'll crack an eye open just to see..."; the unnecessary lumbering to and fro the house meant "she's up to something, it must be lotsa food!"; the walking towards the kitchen meant food 'cos tts whr Nat and I feed them and Mittens would race ahead of me everytime I step out the bedroom door... I get really frightened I would trod on her 'cos she weaves very closely to your legs and in the 1st mth we trod on her a lot. Poor thing. The weird thing is despite her lil' idiosyncrasies and the will to be out of this world, she nvr rly mewed or whined for food, only attn, except the once or twice whn Midnight was whining also for food did she join in a little, giving soft and short miaos. They were usu sharp and shrill.
She's really sensitive to motion and is very curious to know what you're up to that she hung ard me a lot whn I was cramming for exams the last 3 wks and while doing nth during the YOG hols too. So the last 5 weeks b4 she fell, we really grew nearer and I
It's tragic. Just like tt. Poof. A close companion of mine who became even closer still when the exams came up. I still miss her. I cry my eyes out thinking how dreadfully she went. The best house cat in the world is no more!
She had been doing well, eating real good, sometimes attacking our stash of walnut bread or scavenging the bin for morsels or catwalking her way across my desk to sniff at the potential food in my hand. Whether it was actually food or not, she figured those were good ways to get our attention, either by sauntering in menacingly and heading straight to the source of her interest (at which Nat or I usually grab her and plonk her somewhere else in the room) or she climbs up to your lap and goes her full body length, stretching to peer into your cup or have a nip at the yogurt. Anything that had a plastic crumpling sound was potentially edible. Anything tt had a paper crumbling sound was a potential play thing/food. When she got out of hand like overturn the entire wok of bread onto the floor for ants to eat, Nat really smacked her. But her butt was so cute you just wanted to pick her up and squish her... eeek!
Before we went overseas to Thailand last Tues, 7 sept, she had nails that would leave holes and lacerations and swells on us. It was probably the dirt under there and Nat couldn't be bothered to trim them 'cos Mittens struggled a lot. She was one frisky cat. With those nails she even made tears in the sofas, worse than Midnight who shortens his nails on the wooden basket. Bathe her and she'd claw you. Press the twice broken tip of her tail and she'd claw you. Let Nat put her on your back and she'd really claw you. We punished each other by throwing Mittens or putting her on each others' backs. Ouch. But after Takara Pets owner trimmed her nails (and cleaned her ears, yay) she was ever so cute and sparkling clean and smelled of Indian dust whn I collected her on 10 sept. But her lack of claws made her stumble once whn she catwalked the bedroom sill. And the second time she failed she was gone.
I tot she'd never grow up, but i saw thr was no rush 'cos she was only 5 mths old and despite her scrawniness and thin legs and big protruding tummy (the skin was so flabby it was hanging below her stomach) she made a cool Bucky cat. Minus the sarcasm. And hey, she could stand up on her hind legs imitating a meerkat. It's usually cute, so I would grab her upper legs and with her butt in my other hand, I make her sorta' "stand" in my hand looking like a black and white meerkat.
When I first saw her, she was on the bus bench looking so oblivious to everyone around her. It was the rush hour and buses were filing in and out and people were streaming around and there the lil' kitty sat, all curled up and quietly sleeping on the corner of the bench. Many of the adults dared not sit near her. She was just the size of my palm and I swooned over her the moment I laid eyes on her. But I was caught between messing with nature and just bringing her from her natural habitat under my wing where I couldn't really give her warmth and she might die (the neighbour near the lift lobby kept a 1/2 yr old kitty but she died under his lousy care). Ajmal said her mum could be nearby so I should leave her. I had called him to ask at what age do kittens open their eyes 'cos she kept hers closed a lot. But she had a good body of fur though thin and wispy, so she wasn't too young. And I had to rush to school. I left her at a bench whr the elderly hang out and rushed off. I told Nat to see if she was still ard the blk and to pick her up and bring her home 'cos tt would mean her mum wasn't nearby.
Now we had 2 monochrome cats and tt needed some getting used to. When Nat brought Mittens in, Midnight started snarling at her. Until he saw tt it was a she, and she was small. I knew they would get along. The only prob was Mittens kept biting and punching him in the face, or maybe just batting his nose with her claws extended. If he got too close, usually just for a sniff of her butt, she would turn and crouch and claw his paws, then he would be subdued and retreat. Sometimes they would even go wrestling and tumbling on the floor until Midnight hisses and runs from her. Thn she'd chase him for sport. After mths, their roughage became more silent and violent tt I would worry if someone would get hurt. Midnight really does hurt her sometimes with his fat heavy bulk and I spank them when I catch who started it. Of I would break up the fights. Recently, she would attack him less rigorously but he would still whine as much, probably out of boredom frm playing with Mittens.
Aside from getting used to their daily play-fighting, Mittens really took advantage of her small frame and thin but muscular legs (you could see the small muscles rippling under tt skin). And after hving seen her amazing feats of window treading and grille climbing, I stupidly thn started paying attn to tt and decided we would hv to keep the windows closed a lot of the time. If she's nt asleep, she'll be attempting the catwalk. She sorta improvised it frm a tree to step ladder sorta climb. Over time she got faster and was able to manoeuvre her way to the curtain rails frm the tight spaces in the grilles, and frm thr make a victorious leap with all the glory of 4 dusty paws sailing thru the air and cleaning off neatly on my pillow. The dust stains, and in no time, the top of the windows are clean. She did tt at certain times. 1) When I am abt to curl up in bed, she would be all left out and rattles her way up to access my bed. 2) When she feels she has to wake me in the morning for breakfast, but Nat took to feeding them at 7ams so I didn't hv to starve them while I slept in. 3) When she just wants to wake me up. Initially I didn't close the windows so I would leap right out of bed to haul her back in. After tt, she just jumps onto me and bites my fingers with her itty-bitty teeth. her mountain climbing skill was a cool factor of ten I ever saw in a cat. I tot she might make a gd mountain climber and could accompany me on the Mt. Kinabalu hike in the future. She would probably be f
The opening of the fridge door meant time to explore the interior of the lower shelves. Any opening of the storeroom door meant time to go into the wild mazes of the junk and dig deep for treasure/food. The baking of something was potential food; the washing of utensils or raw things was potential food; the putting of laundry outside was potential food; the small movement in my swivel chair was "What is she doing? I'll crack an eye open just to see..."; the unnecessary lumbering to and fro the house meant "she's up to something, it must be lotsa food!"; the walking towards the kitchen meant food 'cos tts whr Nat and I feed them and Mittens would race ahead of me everytime I step out the bedroom door... I get really frightened I would trod on her 'cos she weaves very closely to your legs and in the 1st mth we trod on her a lot. Poor thing. The weird thing is despite her lil' idiosyncrasies and the will to be out of this world, she nvr rly mewed or whined for food, only attn, except the once or twice whn Midnight was whining also for food did she join in a little, giving soft and short miaos. They were usu sharp and shrill.
She's really sensitive to motion and is very curious to know what you're up to that she hung ard me a lot whn I was cramming for exams the last 3 wks and while doing nth during the YOG hols too. So the last 5 weeks b4 she fell, we really grew nearer and I
It's tragic. Just like tt. Poof. A close companion of mine who became even closer still when the exams came up. I still miss her. I cry my eyes out thinking how dreadfully she went. The best house cat in the world is no more!
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Internet is Green Hor!
Random CASS students...
[Just another article I did for SP Environment Club's facebook space. The next few articles will be on green too, so don't mind the over-enthu greens! Save Gaia!]
by: Chia Kylie, 25 Nov 2010
If you think you’re being left out from the cool greening things and stuff going on in SP, think again. There are more platforms than just the physical environment on campus.
SP’s own Go M.A.D. [Go Make a Difference] website www.spgomad.sg is a great platform for SP students and environmentalists to discuss hot topics and be in the know of recent campus green activities or be informed of events to be. It consists of Go Green movements in particular, www.spgogreen.sg, and inspirational innovations or ideas from SP students, lecturers and directors in general from Go Inspire, www.spgoinspire.sg.
Not just another platform that SP has for show, the contents within their forums are newsworthy and are necessary for any youth to ponder over. Recently, lecturers are using the Go Green website to get students to submit their tutorial essays or comments on topics relating to whatever is green. Little issues like the impacts of plane travel on the environment in the long-run or recycling in Singapore are fresh ways to get student input. Also, we’re online all the time, so the online Go Green forum is almost the perfect pedagogy and for engaging cyber spaced-out students. Very apt, and a plus point to the tutorial, I must say.
Principal Tan Hang Cheong meets with MP for Choa Chu Kang district.
The SP Go Inspire website focuses on anything revolutionary or plain crazy. So long as you have the heart and courage to pen down that thought, and thereafter to publish it in Go Inspire as a proposal or for publicity’s sake, that’s good enough! Ruskin Ong, SP Env Club’s President, proposed the idea The Thinking Mosaic for example, and has recently put that idea into action, collecting dozens of dusty banners from lecturers and Student Club Officers. Will he be able to get the montage into the Book of World Records as described in his proposal? Do get updated on this event and other Environment Club-initiated events by visiting the Env Club website: www.spenvclub.cca.sg.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Go Make a Difference: Over 500 Daily Ways to Save the Planet
courtesy of roceco.co.uk
by: Chia Kylie, 25 Nov 10. lol, randomly pulled out of the computer.
Go Make a Difference, or Go M.A.D., coincidentally the same name as SP’s main green movement website (www.spgomad.sg), is a book providing “500 daily ways to save the planet”. Consisting of tips and ideas from various people, conservation groups and websites, the book also suggests ways of supporting ecological and ethical campaigns. Published in 2006, it is an essential for budding young change-makers and environmentalists.
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Inception in DVDs 7 Dec... finally!
Actors/Actresses: Leonardo DiCaprio (Cobb), Joesph Gordon-Levitt (Arthur), Ellen Page (Ariadne), Tom Hardy (Eames), Ken Watanabe (Saito), Marion Cotillard (Mal), Dileep Rao (Yusuf), Cilian Murphy (Robert Fischer), Tom Berenger (Peter Browning), Michael Caine (Miles), Pete Postlethwaite (Maurice Fischer), Lukas Haas (Nash, architect)
[With this many characters, you'd expect more subconscious subjects turning up in the shared dreams. Nolan could do a series for the duration of when they were training for lucid dreaming. How many dark/bright events/memories would flash past and weird people they would meet...]
Movie website:
http://inceptionmovie.warnerbros.com/dvd/
The website is now more interactive and fun than when it was first put up in June 2010. There are more games and cool stuff to download that remind you 7 Dec is the day to head to the video store!
The prologue to the Inception movie is in pdf comic form called Prologue: The Cobol Job. Read it at the link above to get how Cobol Engineering is involved in Cobb's extraction case and why they are constantly on his tail.
Inception. Um, what can I say... it BLOWS your mind?! The show is loads of fun and is intellectually challenging, questioning the world around you and the world inside your head. The ending itself is a conundrum, and what many would suggest, was Christopher Nolan's idea of a horrible global prank. "The movie was made for the ending", hahax! I know Christian Bale wasn't too pleased about the ending though...
Btw, there are no spoilers in this one (for those who haven't watched the movie phenomenon, who are in other words, idiots) 'cos thr are too many things happening in each nanosecond, too many stories to factor in.
Ending Interpretations:
1) A 25-year old friend suggested Cobb didn't bother about the spinning top totem any longer because for him, it simply didn't matter. He was back with his loved ones, his dad and kids again, after so long and that was what was important. It didn't matter if he were in reality or dream state, he had what he wanted. Happiness. Right...
2) It was a dream from start to end. Cobb was trapped in limbo all along and is searching for a way back home in his subconscious. Ariadne was sent into his subconscious by Cobb's dad Miles, as a means to revive Cobb from dream state. She sits back and lets Cobb take care of it himself in the end, after the truck fell into the water with Cobb still inside. She must have thought he either needed to wake himself up when he finally found the need to as he was capable of doing so, or that he's better off in dream state.
3) Cobb is stuck in limbo with Saito from the attempted inception aboard the plane to US. He hasn't woken up. If Saito hasn't woken up also, he cannot have made that phone call to clear Cobb of all charges in US. So getting back to US safe and sound would have to be dreamed up by Cobb. [I hate this version...]
4) The totem will fall, if you give it 5 more seconds. This calls for a Sequel!!
Cobb is in reality and his family is back together at last. For real. Though I wouldn't bet on it, seeing that his children have the same clothes on as when he left them.
5) Cobb is trapped in his dad Miles' dream. Miles is in limbo and Cobb is a subject of his subconscious, and it may all be memories that Miles has of Cobb and his wife, and to some extent, traps them in his dreams, of which they are unaware of. He cannot let them go. His ideal reality may be to have the family back together again.
6) That's about it... Another friend could only conclude after watching it, tt we are all living in our own alternate reality, our own dream lands. Our life is nothing but a dream... and I smacked him.
Theories 2 and 5, on the whole story being a dream. While Cobb's time with Mal may have been real, that she was his wife, they went into limbo together and Mal died but he keeps her as a memory, while all that happened, the fact that Cobb had touched Mal's totem and planted it inside her head means the totem is screwed; he nor the audience can trust it to decipher if he were in dream state or reality any more. (Which brings up the issue why he knew inception was as possible as extraction, but more risky.)
Plus!! Some guy on Youtube actually bothered to watch the entire movie from lucid dream start to credits. Edith Piaf's Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien was playing (the song was used as a kicker to waken dreamers). He found out that while credits was rolling, her music suddenly slowed and started drawling! It then transformed into the Inception theme song, which was constantly playing throughout the movie. If Cobb was hearing it all along, it may add to the point that he was in limbo and someone in reality was trying to wake him. See Inception Ending music Comparison. Get the DVD and blow your mind away!
To bring science fiction to a higher level, I'm not sure how the dream machine works (given tt we only hv glimpses of it every now and then) but it seems one does not need a machine to share dreams. Lucid Dreaming connects one dreamer to another subconsciously by sharing dreams. According to Dorling Kindersley's Book of Dreams, you can control who you meet, what you talk about and if you can very consciously turn your hand around in your dream, you can do just about anything in it. Of course there are all the little symbols and feelings and insecurities in dreams that your brain needs to let loose of, 'cos you suppress it in reality or have that constant fear/longing (refer to ever famous behavioural theory on Id and primal instinct: sexuality needs).
Some form of deja vu also occur in dreams. It's usually my favourite part 'cos the dreams sorta warn or inform me of near or distant parts of my life. I brain spams dreams during exams, like the optimising period for crazy ideas. You can attempt stress to find out what creative ideas your brain can offer, but don't prolong the stress periods. 4 times a year is more than enough... not that i have a choice.
Did I mention the DVD comes out on 7 Dec?
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