Band of Brudders Part III

Name: Benjamin Foo
Nickname: Romeo Foo (2002-?) Brudder(2002-?)
Age: 22+
D.O.B: 13th Febuary 1982
Sex: Male

Through the eyes of Don...

Benjamin Foo, our resident heart-throb, our romeo & Mr. coolguy, my first experience with him was a very ordinary event, with him passing me in the hallway of our school, probably walking to the toilet for his smoke break... Didn't think much of him then, just a junior who didn't know the word "respect". Hahaha... Frankly speaking I think the feeling could have been mutual...

I got to know him a bit better through a mutual friend of ours, to be mentioned in the latter parts of "Band of Brudders", still didn't think much of him then... Too haughty for me I guess. But come tertiary, when we were in the same course, lecture hall and later class, I got to see another side to ben that had previously escaped me.

He valued friends. I felt he deserved respect just for that. Bros before hoes. Almost immedietely I felt a liking to him after I noticed this trait about him and frequently, much to my doctor's despair, I was more out on smoke breaks with him than in class. Mr. Wang too for that... :P *I've been smoking for 6 years, but I'm a meger smoke pipe compared to ben, shit, he's a regular chimmney... I'm off the smokes now, have been for about a year... Can't say I don't miss it but it's mind over body... Till it lasts... :P*

Anyhow, although I probably lost 1/3 of my life to second hand smoke, I can't say that I regret any of it. Together with our other brothers in mischief, we've had such great times together...

Mr. Foo, Take care of yourself man, Keep in touch... And try not to smoke so much... *Nag nag nag* Take care brother mine. take care...

The source of the pics and my thanks goes to Mr. Foo's girl, Christine...
Good luck with your books girl... & thanks once again...


*Time for a Laugh*

Harry did like he always does, kissing his wife, crawling into bed and falling to sleep. All of a sudden, he wakes up with an elderly man dressed in a cowl standing in front of his bed.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? ... and who are you?" he asked"This is not your bedroom," the man replied, "I am St. Peter, and you are in heaven" "WHAT!?? Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die... I'm too young" said Harry"If I'm dead, I want you to send me back immediately" "It's not that easy", said St.Peter, "you can only return as a dog or a hen. You can choose on your own.."

Harry thought about it for a while, and figured out that being a dog is too tiring, but a hen probably has a nice and relaxed life. Running around with a rooster can't be that bad"I want to return as a hen" Harry replied.

And in the next second, he found himself in a chicken run, really nicely feathered. But man, now "he" felt like the rear end was gonna blow... then along came the rooster"Hey, you must be the new hen on the farm" he said"How does it feel?"

"Well, it's OK I guess, but it feels like my rear end is blowing up" "Oh that!" said the rooster"That's only the ovulation going on. Have you never laid an egg before??" "No, how do I do that?" Harry asked"Cluck twice, and then you push all you can"

Harry clucked twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and an egg was on the ground"Wow" Harry said "that felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was yet another egg on the ground. The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:

"Harry, for Goodness sake wake up, you're shitting all over the bed!"