almost a year

last monday, i went back to a familiar place. a place i had spent 18 weeks in. or more accurately, 15 weeks, considering 3 were in taiwan.

it has been almost a year since i first stepped in there.

at that place, i was all alone. i never felt more alone during this one and a half year in hell. i went there on the back of disappointment, and after suffering from a shock/setback that i never really recovered from. not even up to today.

then i sought solace in football. you could say it was a turning point in my life, because i rediscovered what football meant to me.

almost a year ago to this date, the world cup party was starting to go into full swing. i miss the world cup. i wish i could have watched every single game. but it was not to be. but to spend the nights in that place waiting for the results, especially that of holland's, was the next best alternative.

a year on, i still don't know what really happened in the game between us and portugal. i still don't know what really happened after april last year. why things are as they are now.

i still seek solace in football though.

although sometimes i wonder, why do i play?