He's bright, horny and doesnt look a day past 15. With his classic impish smirk and spontaneous demeanour, he is blessed with hamster beige skin, swanky tresses and enormous pellucid eyes.

There has been no shortcuts to peeping but Gervais Yam is in no hurry. In many occasions in toilets, standing infront of urinals, he would gently unzip his denim jeans in the same vintage fashion he does all the time while having a desperate look of zest and vitality on his ornamental face. He would then patiently shift his head to my direction and await for me to unzip my bottoms with a reckless look of anticipation on his face. As my zip progressed lower and lower, his eyes would glow increasingly with vile and contempt. It is at this time when his tongue will start springing into life and develop a rapid flapping movement. These rapid flapping movements of his tongue would increase in violence and vigor the longer he stared into the depths of my merlion. "Havent you seen a guy pee in your life?" I would exclaim in protest. Maintaining his radiant smile, exasperated squeals and laughter would soon emerge from his filthy mouth. "I like guys with your defiant character" he would whisper to my ear. "I do not like creepy-crawlies though." he would exclaim while giving a dodgy look at my merlion.

It is when i turned and peeped at his little yam when i finally had to agree on his point that he has been reiterating to us days before, in which he replied : "There in my pants!" when someone asked him about where Anacondas could be found.