I have to state that I have high threshold for horror movie.

I mean, I am usually hum chee that I will scream, squeal, yelp and watch my middle and index fingers most of the time, but I can always recover the very moment I got out of the cinema.

Like, how I watched The Ring (midnight show, mind you) and then took a bus home, walked the dark lanes before stepping in to take the lift by myself.

You know, you get a little doubts here and there, and you would stand at the corner-est part of the lift, and try not to stare into the mirrors (Dammit, my lifts have 3-sided mirrors).

Still, you get on with it, and then by the time you step into the quiet home, have a nice shower, all is forgotten?

Seriously, after watching Paranormal Activity, I know why people can either hate it very much, or find it incredibly scary.

Halfway through, I couldn’t stand the suspense and left the cinema to head for the loo.

I can’t quite explain how, what, why and when, it could just be a frustrating wait, but somehow, the after effects actually linger longer than it should.

I was actually a little underwhelmed by the movie, and I could see why people might see it as majorly disappointing, because they are looking for the usual horror-movie rara scream-style, and they might not be accustomed to such subtlety.

In the same way, I don’t know if I liked it, or not.

I didn’t need both hands over my face at all throughout the movie for a change.

But did it get me tensed up with my sense of logic fighting it, hell yeah, it did.

The cinema-goers were mostly laughing nervously, or discussing the movie amongst themselves in the midst of it, and no one seemed too bothered by the chatters, cos those were what eased the suspense of the wait.

And then, I walked out of the cinema pretty alright.

Then came in the middle of the night, and after my dose of Lie to Me, and Bejewelled, I was very, very hungry.

It was 5ish in the morning.

I wanted to head out to the hall, but then suddenly I felt the back of my hair stand (possibly from my own paranoia) thinking of the movie (it sorta makes you feel paranoid about every sound in the house), and then finding myself glued to my bed and monitor without going anywhere.

Then, the pee urge came in. And it wasn’t enough to get me out of bed.

And with the pee urge, I couldn’t quite sleep.

It was then 6.45am, with the first lights seeping in, that I gingerly opened the door, listened for any unexplained sounds, before half-sprinting to the toilet that’s like, uh, 5 steps away.

Yay to released bladder!