Divisoria and my realizations on love

Posted on April 22, 2014



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Love is like shopping in Divisoria. It’s damn tiring.

Stalls. Stalls everywhere. The labyrinthine wonderland that is Divisoria contains rows and rows of every merchandise imaginable from hair curlers to letter openers. In this place, only the most skilled of treasure seekers and bargain hunters can succeed. In this place, one must learn how to distinguish the rare item from the cheap imitations. That shining, shimmering, splendid jewel among the rubble. Once you found it, do not ever let it go.

It starts out like this: you enter Divisoria with one goal in mind. Mine is the graduation dress, which I have not found. That’s the thing about shopping: you go to the marketplace looking for one thing and you come out with ten. The marketplace is built to distract. You set your sights towards the goal but others keep waving pretty, colorful stuff under your nose and you lose your way.

But sometimes, serendipity happens. That rare moment when you come across something that just calls to you, begging you to make it yours. You suddenly realize how much you need this thing and that you’ll never find another like it. It’s as if you can’t just leave it there because you will most likely not see it anymore if turn away and let it go. Worse, you might even find it in the hands of someone else. And you just can’t stand thinking about that.

The rare (-ish) item I have found in my trip to Divisoria was a headband. I own a lot of headbands but this particular headband is…different. It’s a simple black headband with a brooch-ish gold design with grayish-black semi-precious stones and diamonds (diamond imitations, rather). It’s the kind of headband that reminds me of the 1920’s. It was the only one there, too. Tucked away in the lowest row of headbands. It wasn’t an immediate “I know this is the one” moment. It was an “oh, this is interesting, I think I wanna look at it even more but I’ll most likely buy it” moment. It wasn’t a blindingly beautiful, heart-stopping, breathtaking headband but I like it. Other headbands are probably prettier by comparison but there’s just something about this particular headband that just takes me in. It has an air of timelessness and it is beautiful in its simplicity. You just get the feeling that it has a personality of its own.

After my realization of interest and potential commitment to the headband, my mom and I decided that we’ll just go back to the store to get it once I have decided on my graduation dress. BIG MISTAKE. Once we gave up on the damn dress, we couldn’t find the store when we decided to go back. You see, two of the large malls within Divisoria (168 and 999) aren’t exactly as easy to navigate as SM or Robinson’s. You really have to remember landmarks and stall numbers. To cut the story short, we spent an hour or two finding the damn store with the wrinkly Chinese owner.

Before finally finding it, I have already decided on what to do if ever we don’t. It’s either I a) buy another headband that looks like it or b) give up on headbands. We have searched row by row, stall by stall, floor by floor. I was on the verge of giving up when I realized how my situation is a lot like love. You find someone, you let that someone go for a while, you scour for possible replacements, you realize that the someone was really for you and you alone, you don’t give up on getting that someone back. I was tired and thirsty and my feet hurt. My mom kept showing me accessories stores obviously hoping I’d just give up on the damn headband and find another that’s similar to it. But I wouldn’t give in. I glance through the stores and headbands and I just know: there’s nothing like the headband I saw. I won’t give up until it’s mine.

My mom was about to give up but I just won’t. I scoured through the ground floor with mom following me, and then bam. We finally found the store. I was really in it for the prized headband but I bought another diamond-y one and a flower crown. Grab the chance while you’re there, right?

I am not suggesting that materialism equates to the love we have for the important people in our lives. I’m just correlating the feelings we have in obtaining our prized possessions to the pursuit of the love of the people we want to be with.  In the pursuit of the prized object, there is the realization that something was made exactly for you and nothing will ever compare to it. There is the threat of the object of affection being lost forever or belonging to another when you just know that with you is where it’s supposed be. And of course, there is the feeling of utter bliss when you have finally made it yours.

So I finally made the headband mine. Is it worth it? Will the jewels fall off after a week of usage? Will the gold tarnish easily? Will it look less pretty after I’ve worn it several times? I don’t know, and I don’t care. It’s better than not finding the headband at all.

So in DV shopping, or shopping in general, get a hold of that one item that you just know belongs in your life. That rare item you won’t find anywhere else; that precious jewel made exactly just for you. Once you found it, do not ever let it go.

That, and make wise shopping choices.