My name is Jack.

Sometimes I feel I am talented.

The reason I used the word 'feel' is because I did not make good any of my accquired skills.

For bring the smartest kid in the household (or so my mum claims...), I dun even have a diploma to show, while my other 2 siblings are graduates. I play the piano and guitar, write my own songs and have a decent voice...neither did I harness this to the level of being professional. I used to have legs that powered thru 100 metres, but the only time I am using my gift of speed now is when I am running for the toilet. I am a military-trained elite soldier and survived thru the rigorous training and demands of my vocation...all I do now is to whine and behave like a spolit brat sometimes. For all the above-average psychomotor skills I exhibit during different ball games, I am neither representing any clubs or my country.

There are many more things I can do, but never good enough to be competitive, rewarded or revered. I am always 'good enough', never the best.

I am just a Jack-ass who hi-Jack the belief that Sam fizzles but never sizzles.

Hi, my name is Jack.