A lil poem after foundation

Our foundation in Architecture,
is finally all over.
For some may go and some prevail,
It is just a matter of mail.
Supp' is for the ones who fail,
Unlucky ones just end and bail.
Glad am I at the end of the day,
That the eight of us are here to stay.
In random will they be introduced,
For there are no such as Il Duce.
First in the list is brother Song,
He's but one big mobile-mircrophone;
Moon-like eyes a lassie dame,
Quacks like a todd, Hui Hui's her name;
Next comes Linxin with a cam in hand,
Trigger-happy fingers doesn't give a damn;
Japanesified by anime,
Sue Teng however doesn't put books at bay;
Tauke looks and a leer that kills,
Wei Shen's never afraid of asking refills;
Max has a liking for fresh verdure,
For all he has done we call him 'father';
Calm and content as always he pretends?
Tight-lipped though Leong Wei is the man;
The last one you ask is he good or bad?
Sadly you will have to be the judge to that.
This sums up our introduction,
Like it or not, its the way we function.