All the late nights with lack of sleep are finally stacking up to critical level.

Harder and harder to stay in control. Sometimes I just have to depend on that for energy.

Familiar memories came back today, stuff that I had long forgotten. How invulnerable we felt back then. One group of teens, psyched up for the event ahead, ready to unleash on any unfortunate group of fools that didn't know any better. Just one of us could neutralize 3, at least 2.

But once we reached, each team would silently watch the other. Curious. You cannot judge a person by the way he looks, walks or carries himself. Its excitingly unpredictable. One moment he looks so harmless and demure; the next moment you see a flash in his eye and what he's really made off.

Some people just wait, and wait, and wait for an opening. Others charge in full of aggresion. The fun was not in seeing who could score, but who could match the other's spirit and overcome it.

The leg can generate much more impact than any standing or dashing punch. Simply because its easily about 3-6 times the size of the arm, its conditioned everyday, and is able to snap back after full impact to double the contacted force.

Its an unimaginable feeling when you bring up, twist and snap it toward the huge target, and hear the whole hall echo from the impact. A fast kick could sound like a gunshot, but some of the better players could generate a much deeper, stronger sound force. You didn't just hear it, you could feel it. We could create thunder.

I can still remember their faces after the blow. Some of their faces said "Damn, why did you do that?", the crazier ones said "Thank you, I have something for you too."

I need to return to normal. I need to forget all of this again, get enough sleep, and be at peace.