My Hidden Talent

Today's Impulse Behaviour:
Snitching a poem from the Obituary section of the Chinese Newspapers



A: I'm printing a poem on my invite.

W: Wow that's great!

A: Yes I'm going to fax it to you.

W: Huh? Why?

A: Help me translate in Chinese.

W: Huh!

A: What's your fax number?

W: Hey! My Chinese is real bad... your poem might become... really weird

A: I need it in Chinese!

W: Hey sorry to be so straight forward but you have to do it yourself. I'm not a poet from the ancient times you know. Do you have a Chinese dictionary?

A: But I need it in Chinese! I've already found your fax number and am faxing it to you already. Let me know in 15 minutes, thanks. By the way I'm leaving the house already, so don't call me, I'm going to a friend's party until late at night.

Poem of the Day: (my translation)

"To my dear faithful departed
Hope that you will be happy in God's arms
We will miss you dearly
God loves you"