「 invaded it on 10:34 AM 」

its probably the new year already

so to all, here's wishing a wondrous 2007 and may it better than the last.

2007 will be a brand new chapter in my life. im sure it will be for some of us, but its for us to shape it. shape it into the way u want it to be.

cheers!

「 invaded it on 5:34 PM 」

last yr, it was the tsunami

and now again, its the earthquake.

december seems to be the month for natural disasters, instead of a month of relaxation and reflections on the year.

Prayers to the people who have lost someone dear in the earthquake and that the internet cables will be up soon - unless the world would love to see the wrath of businessmen, stock brokers and marketing people being unreleashed xD.

i've seen miracles this year.
i pray for even more next year.

「 invaded it on 11:41 PM 」

at one point of time, this festive season didnt get me into the mood.
but a few days before xmas, it did.

xmas is the time when all of us get together, spend time, forgive and then reflect and set goals and resolutions for the new year.

i've never been one to set resolutions because most of the time, they were never fulfilled.

but for 2007, it will be a new start for me.
because i finally found something worth fighting and living for. And then I'll pass it on to the future.

You can tell people about having faith. What they had faith in. What they found important enough to fight for. It's not whether they were right or wrong, but how much faith they were willing to have.

because that decides the future.

merry xmas and a happy new year to one and all.

「 invaded it on 6:07 PM 」

-upload complete-
-logging off-

The mission was done. Now all that was left was for Otacon to properly send them through the proper channels..

Just 2 crates away, the marine commandant was about to wrap up his speech. Snake knew he had to act quickly. As soon as the speech was over, the marines would report back to their previous posts..

posts that had been taken over by Gurlukovich's men.

Hell would break loose.

Snake hid behind a wall and formulised an escape route...
sneaking from deep within in the tanker holds to the surface wasnt going to be easy..

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'We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order with Metal Gear RAY.
That is all. Dismissed.'

Scott Dolph Jackson breathed out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. The Marines below him had to be briefed upon on what the higher ups had discussed for the coming future. Not that he detested it, but it took him away from the shores of his family life. It had been weeks since he laid eyes on his daughter..

The Marines stood to attention and saluted with conviction. Dolph returned the gesture.

Home....
at long last.

Then he heard the sound of clapping.
sarcastic clapping.

He looked at his Marines, expecting one of them to be mocking him.
However, still in their saluting position, they all appeared as confused as him.

'Excellent speech, my friend.' a voice in heavy russian spoke out.

Dolph turned to his left to see a figure walking from behind RAY.

'Who the?!'
He strained his eyes and was amazed by what he saw.

An old man, probably in his late sixities, walking briskly towards him. His hair was tied back and he donned a brown trenchcoat. He continued clapping...

'Gift of the silver tongue. They say its a mark of a good officer...'
and he stopped.

'... and of a liar. Americans are too in love with their own voice to speak the truth.'

Dolph didnt know who the mad russian was, but he clearly saw him as threat.

'Identify yourself.'

Several Marines quickly rushed to his side and covered him from the front. They trained their m16s on the intruder...

The old russian smirked.

'I am Shalashaska! Also known as Revolver --'

Snake didnt need to know the rest.

' -- Ocelot,' he mumbled, just as his former adversary declared his names to the Marines.

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Flashbacks of Shadow Moses came flooding into Snake's mind. It had been 2 long years since he traded fire with the revolver specialist in the secret base on the island. After he had escaped, Snake had no news of what happened to Ocelot. Whether he was dead...

... or alive.

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'What do you want?
Dolph demanded.

'This machine will be quite useful,'
Ocelot confidently spreaded his arms wide and looked at RAY.

'What are you planning to do? Steal this thing?!'
Dolph questioned with authority.

Ocelot shook his head.
'Steal? No, no, I'm taking it back'.

Out of his sight, Snake stole a quick glance at Ocelot. His last few words puzzled him.

Taking it back?

This was getting interesting. Snake hastily hid behind another crate so that he could have a better view of the events unfolding before his eyes...

...and right on time.

He saw a hand reaching out for the commandant. And then it grabbed him and the next thing he saw was a gun pressing against his head.

It was Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich.

'The colonel!..' Snake thought.

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Sergei held his gun and moved a few protective steps backwards with his hostage. The Marines guarding their commandant cursed that they had not anticipated such a backhand tactic.

'Nobody move! Understood?'
Ocelot spoke in a threatening manner.

He stepped onto the platform the commandant was on and took out a device from his pocket. The cameras that were broadcasting the earlier speech zoomed on it.

Meanwhile, the other Marines in other parts of the holds began to panick.

'This ship now carries enough SEMTEX on its key structural points to blow it out of the water - at the touch of this button'.

Upon hearing it, some of the Marines pointing their rifles at Ocelot began to retreat in their steps...

Ocelot smiled. His plan was almost complete.
'That's right... no one has to die needlessly.'

A few seconds later, Sergei's men rappelled from the ceiling to their positions. As a unit, they quickly moved to cover him and Ocelot.

Ocelot signalled for a few men to undo the ropes that were holding down RAY.

'We're almost at the target. Get a move on!'

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Dolph and his men stood where there were, watching haplessly as the hijackers obtained RAY. Trained military professionals, in just a split second, were hostages.

But Dolph couldn't understand why. Was RAY that important?
He had to find answers.

'What do you intend to do with RAY? Sell it on the streets?'
He asked Gurlukavich, his gun still fixed in his right temple.

'I was raised in Snezhinsk, formerly known as Chelyabinsk-70, the nuclear research about'
Gurlukovich replied.

Dolph clearly didn't see the link.
'What are you talking about?'

'After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the Americans'
Gurlukovich continued.

'........is there a point to this sad story?'
Dolph winced as the gun pressed harder against his temple.

'Not that YOU would understand. Land, friends, dignity... all sold to the highest bidder -- the United States of America. Even the technology that gave birth to these weapons is Russian, developed by us!'
Gurlukovich said with much anger and hatred in his voice.

'So what you intend to do?'
Dolph asked and then felt Gurlukovich breathing heavily down his neck.

'Russia WILL RISE again. And RAY is the key'

'I regret to inform you that I have no intention of selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back.'

Gurlukovich and Dolph looked on as Ocelot walked a few steps before revealing his true intention.

'Yes returned. To the Patriots!'

Dolph was stunned.
Them...
'the la-li-lu-le-lo! how's that possible?!

Dolph couldnt complete his sentence before he felt the restraint on him grew tighter.

'Ocelot! You! Have you sold us out?!!'
Gurlukovich snarled, hardly believing what his soon-to-be former ally had just said.

'I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich....'
Ocelot retorted.

'Are you still in league with Solidus??'
Sergei had begun to see the fuller picture.

'No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can ROT for all I care'
Ocelot had confirmed Sergei's question.

The old war dog's plans of restoring his country had shattered.

'Since WHEN ocelot? WHEN did you turn?'

'I'm glad you noticed comrade. I 'abandoned' her during the Cold War. Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich! You and your daughter will die here.'
Ocelot said as he turned around, a sly smile on his wily face.

Sergei's fury could not be contained any longer, having been fuelled by the sudden betrayal.

'DAMN YOU!!'

Using Dolph as his shield, Sergei released him from his grasp and shoved him forward..

..just as Ocelot removed his beigh trench-coat into the air, between him and his 'former' comrade.

'DIE YOU DOG!!' Sergei shouted in exasperation.

Both russians readied their guns and unloaded their rounds at each other with lightning speed. Bullets ripped through Ocelot's trench-coat as everyone in the hold heard 6 shots being fired...

... and then silence...


..before Dolph collapsed, clutching his right knee. Behind him, Sergei let out a painful cry and sunk to his knees. Two wounds was clearly on his chest...

Ocelot dropped his empty Single Action Army to the floor as he smirked.

'Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement.'

In between a mouthful of blood, Sergei rebutted his final words..

'Traitorous dog!............'

Six of Sergei's troops immediately turned the attention to his killer. They drew their AK-74us and got ready to fire..

they never did.

Quick as a flash, Ocelot drew his second Single Action Army out of his holster. Twirling in a quick circle, he unloaded each bullet into each soldier.

As the soldiers slumped to the floor lifeless, Ocelot reached for the detonator that he had shown to the Marines earlier on..

'Show's over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! This ship is still in the Lower New York harbour! You may yet make it to shore if you swim for your life!'

And with that, Ocelot pressed the button.

Instantly, the blasts of the SEMTEX all around the tanker killed nearby marines and punctured the hull of the ship. As huge volumes of water began pouring in relentlessly, everyone in the hold scrambled.

Ocelot took advantage of the chaos and quickly made his way to the upper platform of the hold. The walkway to Metal Gear RAY was the only obstacle left from accomplishing his mission.

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I have to stop him.
Snake emerged from his hiding place and rushed towards Ocelot with his M9 readied.

'OCELOT!' Snake prepared himself for a showdown..

His former adversary turned around... but a strange thing followed.

Just as Ocelot fixed his eyes on Snake, he felt his right arm twitching. And then it spasmed out of control...

'AARRrgghhhhh!!'

Ocelot broke out in cold sweat as he grabbed his right arm. He felt his mind swirling and swirling...

...before he straightened up.

'It's been a while, brother.'

Snake couldn't believe it. Ocelot had just spoken in a british accent.

An all too familiar british accent.

'Who are you?' Snake questioned.

'You know who I am'

Snake dug deeper into his mind before he realised who it really was.

'Liquid..?'
but how?

Memories of his battles with his twin brother, Liquid Snake, on Shadow Moses began flooding Snake...

'Not so young anymore eh, Snake? You're drowning in time. I know what it's like, brother. No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program'

Snake was too stunned to reply before Ocelot's right arm began twitching again...

'Aarr.......... GET OUT of my mind!!... Liquid!!'

Ocelot bit his arm in an attempt to force Liquid out of his mind. But it was to no avail as Liquid regained control.

'The price of physical prodigy. Few more years and you'll be another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are vintage, brother. Big Boss was in his late fifties when they created his copies. But I..'

Ocelot (Liquid) raised his right arm...

'... I live on, through this arm!'

'Liquid's arm?' Snake muttered, still as confused.

But he had no time to collect his thoughts as an explosion nearby knocks him into the water.

Liquid used the opportunity to cross the walkway and jump into the cockpit of RAY. Just a few seconds later, RAY became fully operational.

Meanwhile, Snake burst to the surface. Gasping for air, he began swimming towards the upper platform.

'You don't have what it takes after all! You're going down, SNAKE! WITH THIS TANKER!!'

Snake barely had time to dodge as he felt the full force of RAY's leg slamming against him. He flew a considerable distance before he hit the wall and got knocked out.

Meanwhile, the remaining Marines in the tanker hold had decided to stop RAY with their lives. They began firing relentlessly with their M-16s, both bullets and grenades. But the small firearms were absolutely useless against the colossal machine.

Liquid spun RAY around and without much effort, used its gigantic mechanical legs and crushes the Marines surrounded it. He didnt took notice of Snake in the corner, who had just regained consciousness...

Snake stood groggily to his feet and surveyed the scene. A long night it had been.. it was going to be even longer. Snake reached for his codec..

'Otacon, we have a problem...'

「 invaded it on 5:41 PM 」

His M9 tranquilizer at the ready, Snake sneaked outside and kept himself low to get to his target. It could be one of the hijackers onboard the tanker... or maybe the chief himself.

Even in the freezing pounding New York rain, Snake strained his ears and picked up the faintest of radio static...

someone was radioing in to the target...

he crouched and pressed his back against a crate..

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'...Shalashaska has landed. I'm on way to the tanker holds. Report your status.'

'Control room, communications and engine room are under control. All entry and exit points to the tanker holds secured. Infrared sensors placed and operational.'

'Good work. Are the explosives in place?'

'Yes, they're all planted.'

'Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be scuttled.'

'And the vehicle's pilot?'

'He's the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else can do it.'

'Are you sure you can trust him?'

'Your part in the mission is complete. You are to leave at once!'

'No, it's not over yet!'

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Somewhere on the deck, Sergei Gurlukovich peered out onto the New York Harbour... he felt a chill running down his spine.

'I can see the moon... even in this storm. Pale as death. I have a bad feeling about this mission... You swore this to me that you would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Do not worry. This is a country of liberty'.

'No, this is where I belong! With the unit!'

Sergei heard the sound of a gun being taken out of a holster...

'I have nowhere else to go. Father, I want to stay and fight!'

Sergei couldn't believe the words coming out of her daughter.

'There is NO choice to make here Olga! Need I remind you that you are carrying MY grandchild?!'
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Olga rubbed her womb gingerly upon hearing reality.

'................'

'You will be on the helicopter out of here! NOW!'

The transmission cut abruptly before Olga could protest any further.

'DAMN IT!', she scowled.

The russian kasatka that had dropped her earlier returned upon orders to extract her

But Olga, hell bent on staying, waved away at the chopper. Her intentions were clear.

Her men up above knew of it and quietly obeyed her. The kasatka turned to leave...

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Now

Snake leapt out of his hiding place and held out his M9.

'FREEZE!'

The target slowly turned, not the least startled.

'Hands over your head! Now!' Snake ordered in a gruff yet stern voice.

The target complied with slowly raised arms.

Snake spotted the gun still clutched in his/her hand.

'Toss the gun overboard! Slowly.'

The target shrugged and tossed the small firearm casually. There seemed not to be a hint of panic...

Snake got a clear view of the target's face for the first time.

'A woman..? Show your face.'

Olga cracked a small chuckle.

'You men, you're all the same.'

However, Snake wasn't in the mood for such talk.

'Who are you?'

Olga slowly took off her soldier cap and let go of it. The fierce swirling wind blew it out to the merciless sea..

'We are nomads. Wanderers,' she answered with a sly smile. She moved one step to her left..

.. and was immediately pegged back by Snake.

'I said don't move!'

Olga chuckled again.

'Americans. So you shoot unarmed women too?'

It was Snake's turn to reply with his own answer.

'I'm a nomad too.'

His eyes quickly darted to a combat knife slung on Olga's belt.

'What else do you have there? Take the knife and toss it!'

Olga reached for her knife and took it out. She proceeded to placed in on the floor...

'No not there! Toss it overboard! Hold that position and turn around...'

Olga was quite impressed with the man in grey. He seemed to read her every move.

'You know what're you doing..' she complimented.

The tanker suddenly jerks violently, causing both parties to lose their balance for a few seconds. Coincidentally, the pounding rain stopped. Not one drop fell onto the tanker...

'It stopped raining...' Olga commented. She turned to see Snake still pointing his M9 at her..

Not this time, you nomad.

'... not too shabby is it? New York, I mean?'

Olga spun around and readied the knife. Turning again quickly, she flipped her knife and pointed the butt at Snake. Then she fired.

Snake could only recognized the deadly sound of a bullet being fired before his instincts took over. He only managed to dodge just in time as he felt the fast gush of air brushing against his face...

Without skipping a beat, both soldiers took cover as they got ready for an inpromptu fight. The thought made Olga smirk as she whipped out her USP.

'And that brings our tour to its conclusion!'

Snake hadn't expected such a maneuver from her. He knew he couldn't underestimated a soldier from one of Russia's infamous special forces.

'Scout knife with a surprise. You a Spetsnaz?'

Who is this man?

'I think you deserve a little credit. No one's ever dodge that shot of mine...'

Thunder cracked across the sky as the heavy rain came pouring once again..

'..but no one gets lucky twice either!'

it's been raining none stop for the past 3 days.
on, off, on, off, on, off...

im amazed by how fast clouds can take over the other's shift.
maybe it goes something like this:

Cloud A: shiit, i gotta take a piss!!...

*zips open cloud zipper*

Cloud A: aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ this is the life....

*1 hour later*

Cloud A: ooohh wad a long piss that was...

*another cloud pops by*

Cloud B: Yo u done over there man?!

Cloud A: Yeah go ahead, there's plenty of room for all of us.

*clouds C - Z wait in line*

Cloud A: damn u guys must have a long hibernation!

「 invaded it on 10:21 AM 」

(the funky lights in the clinic)
friday night was abit special for me.
my mom had a free pass to the opening of the Canary - a set of 4 clubbing pubs and discos next to each other.
special offer was that from 8-10pm, it was drinks on the house.

so yes, together wit my mom and her office colleagues, it was my first night out seeing the bright lights of the nightlife.
but firstly, screw you if u think its wuss/mom's boy to go out wit my mom to such a place.

moving on, i went inside FashionBar, Bice Bistro (hmm maybe wrong) and the Clinic. Also got into MOS free of charge.
of all the newly opened places, i think the Clinic stuck well to its theme, in a medical-type of area.
they even had a room full of wheelchairs, so people gathered in the centre, spinning around and having a good laugh.

i had a glass of champagne and a bottle of Carlsberg beer as my free drinks.
lotsa chicks and dudes hanging together, people streaming in, loud music blasting from every angle...

still, i just don't get how u clubbers can enjoy this. (now shut up and listen before all u start flaming me - im just relating my experience)
seriously, i mean really, seriously.
there's loud music everywhere, so I guess u must have very good throats trying to scream your freaking lungs out to talk to someone.
or good ears for that matter, taking in both music and the words of the person you're speaking to.
and tight pockets when moving from one place to another while navigating through a massive sea of people...
and girls, i guess u must not mind the possibility of a hand or two from somewhere trying to reach for your melons.

im guessing together with entrance fee and the drinks consumed, a minimum of 100 bucks is spent alone on a clubbing night.
unless you've got a job that pays well or you're rich, im not willing - or to put it bluntly, assed- to spend 100 bucks to get myself potentially wasted and having people sending me back home puking in a cab.

well yeah, u guys must enjoy the nightlife.
that's fine u know really, im just stating my points like i said. i have my own damn opinion and its up to you whether u agree or not.

i'd rather get my own 6 cans of beer and get my own vodka bottle and a few soft drinks to mix, and go somewhere peaceful to talk with friends.

「 invaded it on 4:53 PM 」

spotted a defamatory post while blog surfing around.

wad a coincidence. this idiot disgraced my BB company back in sec school when he walked out on enrolment parade, which is a compulsory and important event that u can't leave. furthermore, he was an officer......

...if he was ever was one.

he was promptly stripped of his post thereafter.

and then i see him slandering (expletives, false accusations) an officer that i respect alot, even though that officer has his flaws.
haha, the fool, he better watch out...

「 invaded it on 6:20 AM 」

the last few christmas festive seasons have been rather unfestive.
well blame it on the poly school system that runs over December, but meh..

working has been quite the experience. i understand why adults now always say they wish they were back in school. bcos work gives u no social life.. so to speak.

on fri night, i went over to my friend's place and surprise him with a birthday cake, together with his family. his reaction was priceless. he entered the house and was about to take something from the fridge when all of us came down from the stairs and started singing happie bday to him.
he stared at us, then he stared back at the fridge,
then he stared back at us.
all the while, he had a 'OMGWTFBBQ' expression on his face xD.
it was a pity no one brought the camera hahha.

he was one of my good friends back in sec school so it was good to see him back from australia.
most of my close friends have either moved on and uncontactable
or just simply too busy to catch up.
sigh...

especially now my house is a warzone and the kitchen has been destroyed.
which means for the whole of nxt week, I would have to eat out.
i hope the house will be rebuilt by CNY...

so anyone..
dinner with me? hahahaa...

「 invaded it on 5:31 PM 」

Original caption from gettyimages.com reads:
'Cristiano Ronaldo looks disappointed after unsuccessful penalty appeal...'

Disappointed?

I can list a bunch of captions to go with this super hilarious 'disappointed' look.
(note: all captions made are for just for laughter, fun, joke. pls don't take it seriously or I will slap u around with a half baked salmon)

1) 'C.Ronaldo suddenly realises he crapped in his pants as Quim (guy on the right, behind Ronaldo) runs for cover.'

2) 'C.Ronaldo: *thinks to himself* i finally said it! I said 'Iloveyou' to him!
E.Petit (guy behind, left of Ronaldo) : NOOOO WAY.....!.. i...love.. you too...
Quim: *to Petit* SCREW U FAGS! IM OUTTA HERE!

3) 'Avators across a page -
Flabbergasted: C.Ronaldo
Astounded: C.Ronaldo
Stoned: C.Ronaldo
Peeved: C.Ronaldo
Laughter: C.Ronaldo

4) 'C.Ronaldo: HOLY SHYTE!
E.Petit: It's.. it's..
Quim: the dutch gay community! RUN!!

5) 'C.Ronaldo: YEEEEEEE *stoned*
E.Petit: duhduhburrrduhhhhhhh..
Quim: *running around like a chicken* bakeh! bluck bluck bakeh!

Ladies and Gents, over here, the Portuguese players asylum...'

「 invaded it on 7:22 AM 」

'you think you are so strong, confident, full of self-belief. But I tell you something. You're just like the rest of them. You are weak.'

'I am weak only when I say I am'.

'Hah, what an understatement. You kid no one but yourself and you know that.'

'When I say i'm weak, I'm weak. There is nothing more to that. If I just lay here and don't get up, then i'll never get up. Who are you to talk?'

'See, there you again. You always believe to be strong, but don't you dare tell me there isn't a crack in you.'

'There may be cracks, but I make sure to seal them up'.

'But what caused the cracks?'

'........'

'Hahhaa, there you see. Those cracks appears when you are...'

'Enough. I told you I may be weak, but these cracks can be sealed up only by me. And I choose not to let these cracks lead to scars.'

'Hmph. Suit yourself. But to get to my point..'

'which is..?'

'you may appear strong and tell yourself to be strong, but even the strongest can be, at the given time, the weakest. Do not fool yourself thinking that you'll be able to withstand the storm all the time. Somewhere in it, you'll fall.'

'And I'll get up. Like I always have.'

「 invaded it on 7:29 PM 」

the last month of the year... has arrived.

firstly the only thing I want this Xmas is that shirt I'm looking for. Coupled with a silver chain and a silver bracelet to go with it. So far, no such luck cos usually those shirts are on second piece sale which means i have to pay a whooping 70 dollars for it.

Forget it haha, my budget will only be 50 dollars and I believe I can find it.

I bet 70 dollars are like..., no not like, they ARE peanuts to the 10,000 plus super rich people (which fall under millionaires, billionaires, trillionaires etc) over here.

My bro was telling me that there's a rich rich korean in his school and he has 5 suits.
Each of his 5 suits is worth........ *drum roll*
................
...............
..............
.............
...........
..

at least 11K.

Owe it to his dad, who is a successful businessman, having huge stakes in SAMSUNG, SONY, etc etc. And so whenever they attend functions, the family has to dress up.
And so I estimate an entire wardrobe for them would be no less than a million.
And don't you know the dad owns a private jet too?

thats crazy.
i bet i wont even get to see 11,000 in 5 months.
but such is life.
but i tell ya something.

rich people may have all the wealth and financial backing they need for a lifetime,
but they don't have something that the lower or middle class people can experience.

and its not that difficult to figure it out ;)