Yogya

I have finally landed where I will be studying Bahasa Indonesia for the next trace of time, Yogyakarta, the city of Javanese culture.
I have moved into a room in a boarding house just down the block from my language school on a quiet little street near the city center. Its fine, but I think the 'homestay' that the language school advertised it as is a bit of a reach. My room has an especially virile air conditioner (Christian name, 'ionizer'), a physiological diagram of the ear, three triangles of suspiciously aged watermelon, and a series of scrawlings on the mirror and desk ("'runaway' from home!" and "take chanses [sic]!" being two of my favorites) done in white out pen that have led me to conclude the room was once inhabited by a teenager. The lady that does the cleaning sports an orange t-shirt that says 'Smile if your horny,' (is it suffocatingly smarmy to use [sic] twice in the same post?) further contributing to my legend as the severe foreigner.