Hi, my name is Tamara, and I live in Beverly Hills (California), in a five-star Apart Hotel. Well actually living here is an amazing experience, people are friendly in their own way, but the thing that really suits me is, this Japanese neighbour of mine, Mr. Sayonaraha, he’s really quiet and really nice. The only problem is that every time I walk by him, I put my celebrity smile, but, he seems not to care at all. He had been living opposite me for a week before I finally caught sight of the man in question. The funny thing about the people that live in this building is that no one really seems to know anybody else. Well I guess that no one seems to care about anybody’s life, I’m actually starting to like it here. I can use some privacy.
It’s been so long and for days I did not see him, till yesterday. It was 4 o’clock and I decided to go pick up dinner at his new Japanese restaurant, on my way in I saw him at the front lobby, at 6 o’clock he would leave the flat and once again I smiled, but, nothing, but at this time he reminded me of a bird I once seen in a zoo, well actually it was a parrot, not just any bird, he spoke to everyone else but me. I’m starting to think that I might have a problem. I’m beginning to think that I’m starting to fall in love with Mr. Sayonaraha; well he’s not that old anyway, and it’s all about the way his presence enraged me, because he just doesn’t care. But one day things just started looking good to me, I found him waiting for me. He told me he didn’t fellt confident enough to look or even to talk to me, so he just avoided me.
So this is, in short, my last day experience here at my 5-star hotel.
Patricia Ramos
It’s been so long and for days I did not see him, till yesterday. It was 4 o’clock and I decided to go pick up dinner at his new Japanese restaurant, on my way in I saw him at the front lobby, at 6 o’clock he would leave the flat and once again I smiled, but, nothing, but at this time he reminded me of a bird I once seen in a zoo, well actually it was a parrot, not just any bird, he spoke to everyone else but me. I’m starting to think that I might have a problem. I’m beginning to think that I’m starting to fall in love with Mr. Sayonaraha; well he’s not that old anyway, and it’s all about the way his presence enraged me, because he just doesn’t care. But one day things just started looking good to me, I found him waiting for me. He told me he didn’t fellt confident enough to look or even to talk to me, so he just avoided me.
So this is, in short, my last day experience here at my 5-star hotel.
Patricia Ramos
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