Band of Brudders Part VIII

Name: Lucas J. Teo
Nickname: Silent Perverto (2002-?) Brudder(2002-?)
Age: 23+
D.O.B: 8th November 1981
Sex: Male

Through the eyes of Don...

Last but not least, at the end of a long, long series is Mr. Lucas J. Teo. I was only introduced to Lucas maybe halfway through our first tertiary year by Kyle. Lucas might not remember it but our first meeting was very silent and uneventful. A "hi" followed by a grunt, thats all that was to it.

Best times together was in the gym working out with the gang or eating late night suppers at Simpang Bedok. *A luxury we don't have time for now.* A fellow animation and gory movie freak, we soon became the best of friends. Also,the fact that I moved to a house 5 mins away from his, did much to aid our friendship.

I will never forget the times we spent together, just talking about cars, girls, our lives, our possible futures and every other things in between, *quite possibly in that order :P* times spent just numbly watching animes, or times spent hanging out, cleaning our cars and getting suppers.

Lucas to me has always been an idealistic kind of person, introverted, always wanting to deal with his problems according to how he felt about them, or how they fit into his own personal value systems. *Mysterious in many ways*

From my observations, Mr Teo, value intelligence, knowledge, and competence, and typically have high standards in these regards, which he himself continuously strives to fulfill. * One degree to go, many more to follow *

He spends a lot of time inside his own head, wrestling with his thoughts and emotions and seems to have little or no interest in the other people's thoughts or feelings. *Not entirely true but to a lot of people, it seems the case* Always the Mr. "Cool", his interest in dealing with the world is to make decisions, express judgments, and put everything that he encounters into an understandable and rational system.

Very stubborn with his intuition or "facts", he can be convinced that he is right about certain things. Even when he wasn't. Due to this, sadly, our dear Lucas is sometimes frequently misunderstood. Furthermore, in these cases, he tends to blame the misunderstandings on the limitations of the other party, rather than on his own difficulty in expressing himself. *My opnion thats all.*This tendency has sometimes caused our Mr. Teo to dismiss other's input too quickly *"a" name comes to mind heh?*, and become slightly arrogant.

Many people have a difficult time understanding Lucas as he may seem aloof, reserved and not overly demonstrative of his affections. But this doesn't mean that he doesn't truly have affection or regard for that person, *Oh trust me, this man feels a lot for others* its probably because he doesn't particularly feel the need to express it.

Lucas cares deeply about those close to him, but he's uncomfortable with expressing himself. Lucas is more likely to express his affection through actions, rather than through words. Also, while he generally takes things too seriously, he also has an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun to those who care to know him a little better.

An extremely traditional man, a family man, a devout catholic, and should not read the Da Vinci Code. *Awesome book btw, all thanks to my girl back in Singapore who sent me the book. Love ya lots!* Unless he's ready to eat rocks and spit sand... :P

In all, he's my friend and brother. And I care for him very much, despite his somewhat stubborn ways. I've spent many happy times with him and I hope that we'll still do later on in life. Our favourite quote :

"The pen is mightier than the sword."
- Benjamin Franklin

Always is and always will be... I still carry it with me everywhere I go my man...

I wish him all the best in his studies and work,and I miss you Mr Teo I really do. Hope I get to see you real soon. Cheers my friend, cheers my brother...

In the words of Pooh Bear,
"We will be friends until forever, just you wait see."



*Time for a Laugh*

ANALOGIES YOU PROBABLY WON'T FIND IN GREAT LITERATURE

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.comaaakk/ch@ung but gets T:flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."

Long separated by cruel fate, the star?crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

The red brick wall was the color of a brick? Red Crayola crayon.