Thursday, February 14, 2008 . 9:13 AM

It must be my period.

Constantly felt on the edge of tears these couple of days. No, I do not think it's because I don't have a date on Valentine's Day. And for the record, I do have a date - with Aaron and Sharon.

Back to my over-active tearducts. I just saw this piece of news and when I studied the photo that accompanied it more closely, I felt disturbed and explicably, an urge to shed a tear or two for the poor orang utan. Yes, I know how it sounds, but it is pretty sad.

Have a look at the alleged photo:



How do you swallow a picture of the poor orang utan dead from a broken neck, caused by the hanging noose and her mates' efforts to rescue her?

Is this shock factor or is this something more? Without the photo, I think I would think that it's a rather odd/bizarre story. But with the photo, it suddenly becomes a poignant tragedy. I'm not making sense, am I?

I'm aching all over, badly need a massage. Actually, I perpetually need a massage. *groans*