Killer Parsley & Lucky Bamboo

I lived in Japan for several years in college with a Japanese family who owned a sushi place. The restaurant was the first floor of the building, and the "house" the second floor. There were many benefits to this set up, namely that I got a lot of free sushi, draft beer, and even the potentially deadly puffer fish (don't worry, my host father had his license, which is required to prepare and serve it). My host mother* was a feng shui NUT, visiting a feng shui consultant/fortune teller monthly, if not more.

Here in the U.S. we think of feng shui as sticking a plant in the right place (more about that later) or painting rooms a certain color, but in Asia, feng shui is serious business. My host brother was not allowed to purchase a Mitsubishi car because the particular variety he wanted was manufactured in an area NE of his house--which was a bad direction for him. My other host brother, however, was allowed to purchase an Acura NSX (fancy sports car) because it was manufactured in an area that qualified as good for him.

Anyway, one day my host father got into a car accident, in a week and on a day that was supposed to be "good" for him. He immediately started questioning the soothsaying abilities of the feng shui consultant, so my host mother went into a panic. There HAD to be a reason for this accident.

Well. Poor, somewhat bored exchange student yours truly had decided to grow some parsley for cooking. Since my host family did not have any potting soil, the woman across the street gave me some. After spending the day conferring with her consultant, my host mother remembered the parsley growing outside her front door and realized that the potting soil had come from across the street, a BAD direction for my host father. So there it was, my parsley plants had caused the accident--imagine the guilt. The parsley became known as "killer parsley" in my family (my U.S. family, that is) and if I had thought feng shui was a little weird before, and I was really off of it then.

Fast forward to present day, where non-feng shui believing moi purchases a lucky bamboo plant at target a year or so ago. It's in my office now, and every time I empty the pot and put new, fresh water in (it's potted in rocks) I get an order from the same sales rep that very day. This is a very Time-Life books type of occurrence, no? Should I give it fresh water every day? What do you all think?

*my host mother was a very nice person, just for the record.