Singing Roommate Last year, as I entered JAD program I was assembled to be in a same room, sharing most of oxygen, releasing almost the same quantity of carbon dioxide with the annoying, loved singing thing, named Muzakir. For the first time I saw him, his face was very furious like a lion waiting to grab his dinner. In Japan, he really can be considered to be in a "Yakuza" group. Most slightly. I used to call him Yakuza in last semester and he seemed not mad at all. Nonetheless, he was quite short among us. The fact that I was really surprised was he loved the singing thing! I meant not the contemporary songs, or J-Pop or K-Pop stuffs, he surely did liked to sing where the elderly fancied it so much. The old song, oldies-type came from the middle of nowhere. Almost everyday he sings loudly the old songs which barely I did not sing. What a weird about him was, for the first 10 seconds he was in a bad mood, with gloomy face. Then, after a few seconds later, he started to sing. Shout sometimes. What a lunatic petite man I thought. Sometimes, on weekend he connected his computer to his loud speaker and played the songs which I can't accepted to hear. In my defense, it was quite boring, too much melancholic which may make me fall in deep sleep. Too much to write all about him. Before that, I already asked his permission to address about him. No harm. All rights reserved.