01 DEC 2005. THURSDAY. 09:59AM.

After much deliberations and sleepless nights, phone calls to friends and internal debates, i've decided to move out of this neighbourhood that has been giving me the creeps for the last 10 days. For the inexperienced 'real world' renter that i am, i have apparently found myself a gem in a dud neighbourhood which calls for a reassessment of the situation that led me to embark on my SECOND attempt at finding my own personal carrie bradshaw apartment. Oh well ... live and learn i say. Which is why i haven't been to IKEA yet (darn), or taken any photos of the insides of the pad, or even christened the spanking new oven. It's a huge bummer i know, it reeks of bad taste and regret but i will not let this take me down, i am sure there are decent places to live here and i will brace myself and continue the search. Dammit, this search in NOT over yet! On a happier note, after a delicious burger and chai latte feed last night, i bunked over at a friend's and got myself a satisfying 8 whole hours of peaceful sleep.