I knew this was it. It's now or never.

What better time than this? With something I love so much on-screen.

And so without thinking too much about it, without dwelling too long over it, without allowing myself time for regret and doubt to eat their way through, I challenged myself and just went ahead with it.

It wasn't at all too bad, really.

Somewhat daunting, but not unbearable daunting.

And look, I survived.

For the first time yesterday, I entered a theatre on my own and sat through the entire film.

The plus point was that I wasn't disturbed - I had the entire row to myself, could sit in whichever fashion I liked, I didn't have to worry about my neighbours disturbing me with trivial comments, I didn't have to bother with ceaseless munching all around me, I didn't have to put up with flashing handphone lights and constant messaging.

And the best plus point?

I could really focus on the film and ponder and analyze over whether was the film really stop-motion or did Tim Burton pull a fast one on us?

I appreciated all the little details in the film much more, because it was the second time I was watching it, and because I was alone to fully enjoy it.

And was I proved right?

Yes, it was liberating.

Now, I really have abolished all reason for human companionship.

I could climb Mount Everest, survive Vietnam, embark on a dangerous mission to aid Palestinians in Isreal, whatever, just throw it at me.

I could be the next Angelina Jolie.

There's nothing stopping you now. No, not really.