calmI might have mentioned in previous posts my Vampyre Den (tm). It is the lovely cozy studio apartment I live in. I call it thus because I have one window that faces an adorable brick wall... you can imagine that the amount of sunlight streaming into my apartment is scarce.
A friend then recommended bamboo plants to me. They can live off any kind of light (even my hideous yellow man-made lights), and water. That's it. So easy to take care of. I have 3 small bunches of bamboo plants throughout the house, but, I wanted something... bigger. I'm such a size queen.
So, in honor of V-Day, and the mass rose murders that come with it, I decided to go out and buy greenage that will bring life to my apartment. BIG bamboo trees! They're so pretty, and so BIG! HUGE, I say. 10 of 'em.
The funny thing... when I was walking throughout Chinatown with them (and horribly trying to suppress my battering ram/bamboo fantasies), every store vendor stopped me. They all wanted to know the same thing... "How much? How much you pay?"
For the life of me I cannot figure out why. Part of me wonders if they were trying to get a laugh over how ripped off the schtupid gaijin was. (yeah yeah, I know that is Japanese, not Chinese.) But their eyes... every person looked at the plants with eye-boggling looks - as if they were amazed by how large they were. I mean, really, they have HAD to seen them before? I just bought them down the block!
