Before I start telling the story regarding a street, I’d like to share to y’all that I’m extremely happy that the NBA is back in action! I can’t wait to share y’all a bit of insight with regards to the NBA teams I’m routing for, besides of course, a bit my opinions with regards to the performances of each individuals that I just like to rage on or rather give a rather fantasy critique on.

Anyway, let’s move on to the story! 

This story is actually about my two first childhood friends. Yes, you heard that right, first childhood friends. I owe big props to Mark Zuckenberg (or whatever his name is), the owner of Facebook, for this event won’t happen if not for the extreme grapple and necessity of Facebook to my generation’s current culture. Anyway, I found my two childhood friends while searching upon one person, in particular, on my friends list. I can’t remember if it was I who added them or the other way around but what’s important here is that I’m reunited with my childhood friends, which now I can say, are far from the little girls that I’ve played with. These girls now have plenty of battle scars and have actually faced some hard and a bit of traumatic experiences in their lives. They’re different now, way different from what I remember of them back in the days when we used to play in the street. Way different from the girls that used to watched cartoons with me as I climbed my way atop their bunk-beds. Way different even from the outside perspective! Now, these girls are fine young ladies who seem to be doing pretty good for themselves with one of them about to enter college and another about to unfold yet a chapter in her high school life by heading to her 4th year! I can’t even picture them as we played in our street back then. They’re definitely different…

Yet y’know what?

In the 10 or 11 years that I haven’t seen these girls there is this one thing about these girls that hasn’t changed at all. Their heart (or Personality). I sound a bit metaphorical here but seriously, that’s what I thought of. I mean, they may have changed their appearances, their interests, their fashion-statements, their address definitely (they’re sisters) but I dunno why their heart doesn’t. They still remain those girls that are jolly and outgoing yet a bit shy with a spice of playfulness and courage. I guess it is true, there is this one thing or things about a person or persons that will always be theirs and I guess I proved it during those times I spent with these girls. And take note, I haven’t seen these girls in 11 years. That’s a pretty long time eh? But still I remembered them and I will still continually cherish the memories we had back then and perhaps of what comes in the future. 

So guys, why not reminisce your “once upon a street story”? Who knows, you might meet your first ever friends like I did.

Love is like a basketball game, in fact, they’re very similar in more ways than none. You could say my teacher in English invoked me in doing this essay / analogy but I guess there was this bit inside of me that really did want to make this. Here’s how it goes: 

First off, love is like basketball for a person must dribble the ball in order for the relationship to continue ongoing, but the person must be careful though, for there will always be people who will find ways to steal the ball. Second, love’s like basketball for it is necessary to shoot the ball into the hoop; you get points towards a person for getting the ball to go in but sometimes you miss an opportunity. Third, love is like basketball for there will be fouls, and there will always be someone who will get hurt in the process. The fouls are divided into three, namely normal fouls, technical fouls and hard fouls. “Normal fouls” are fouls like misunderstandings and lack of attention. “Technical fouls” are fouls regarding jealousy while “Hard fouls” are fouls which may end up disastrous to the relationship like being seen kissing another, obsession etc. Be wary of the number of fouls though, for six normal fouls will result to an early exit in the relationship and two technical or hard fouls will also result to an exit. Also, there are such cases that one person must pass and entrust his loved one to another person and in such cases the entrusted person must find a way to keep the ball in his hands until the true loved one will get it again. Examples of these situations in real life are parties wherein the boy or girl must trust the friends of the boy or girl and his or her friends that they will do nothing to commit a foul in the relationship. There are also such cases that when a person misses the shot, there will be someone there who will grab the opportunity and make a move and in these situations the player must make sure to acquire the ball back or either give if he knows he has lost. These players that grab the ball upon a miss are called “rebounders”. Rebounders are people that are either good or bad for either a broken or ongoing relationships for they capture the missed opportunity and turn it into a point at the other end. Fourth, love is like basketball for there are so called “assists” in a relationship and that’s the reason why there are wingmen in the real world. “Wingmen” are those that support and pass the ball to the player in order for him to get an easy score, thus the word “assist”. In real life, the wingman serves as a bridge and hindsight just to make sure that no one else shall interfere with the development of the relationship. In addition, the wingman, along with the team mates of the person blocks and helps the man to protect and keep the relationship going, thus making them prolific blockers in real life. Lastly, basketball is like love for there are different quarters in the love game. The first quarter is the beginning of the relationship part while the second quarter is the enhancement part where couples strengthen their ties. The first two quarters comprise the first half which is known as the “Vision Part” for it is in this half where couples find out what they foresee in the future as a couple. The next half is composed of the third quarter which is the quarter where passion is enflamed and the fourth quarter which is the do-or-die part of the game. The two latter quarters comprise the second and final half which is known as the “Mission Part” for in these last two quarters, the vision is set and the person must decide whether he or she will continue to fight until the bitter end or just let his or her efforts go to waste. In the end of it all, the answer lies in the player’s hands. Will he or she get a victory, either in plain regulation or overtime fashion, and then live happily ever after? Or will he or she lose and never get another shot at the championship again?