dejected ... and jaded

no "long" post today because i had some depressing news via sms:

someone absconded, which translates into losing around 2,400,knot pounds or rupiahs, nor is it floowed by millions --- desi is knot in that league. nyet.

i feel jaded. and this refrain keeps ringing in my mind:

Elvis Presley
Return to Sender Lyrics:


I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
bright and early next morning
He brought my letter back

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such ZONE
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.

So when I dropped it in the mailbox
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And sent it special D.
bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such ZONE
This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand

The writing on it
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such ZONE.

Return to sender.
Return to sender.
Return to sender.
Return to sender.

End wit' GOoD nu'es: Desi's still (but?) alive and kicking, May you be2, GBless us Awe ~~ amen:)