Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Jl. Raya Mendaha, right? The sun’s blasting through my window like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror flick. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this!”
First thing, I spill my coffee all over my sketchbook. Ugh! My designs for the new art exhibit? Ruined. I’m fuming. Like, who needs a caffeine boost when you’ve got a caffeine disaster?
So, I decide to hit the streets. I stroll down Jl. Pahlawan, trying to shake off the morning madness. The vibe is buzzing. Street vendors are setting up their stalls, and the smell of fried tempeh fills the air. I’m like, “Yesss, give me that crispy goodness!”
I grab some breakfast from this little warung. The owner, Pak Budi, is a legend. He’s got this huge smile and always cracks jokes. “You look like you need more than coffee, my friend!” he says. I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Dude, you have no idea.”
After breakfast, I head to the art gallery on Jl. Merdeka. I’m excited to see the new exhibit. But guess what? It’s closed! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like I just saw a unicorn. “What the heck, guys?” I shout at the locked door. No one’s around, of course. Just me and my disappointment.
So, I wander over to the park near Jl. Diponegoro. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids are running around, and there’s this group of teens blasting music. I’m trying to sketch, but all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Can’t a guy get some peace?”
Then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs into me. He’s got ice cream all over his face. I’m about to lose it, but he looks up at me with these big eyes and says, “Sorry, mister!” I can’t help but laugh. Kids have a way of making everything better, right?
I sit on a bench, trying to chill. I pull out my phone to check messages. My buddy, Rudi, texts me. “Dude, you gotta see this street art on Jl. Suka!” I’m like, “I’m on it!”
I rush over, and wow! The mural is insane! It’s this massive dragon breathing fire, and the colors are popping. I snap a pic and post it. “Mendaha’s got talent!” I write.
But then, I hear this commotion. A street performer is juggling fire, and people are gathering. I’m thinking, “This is gonna end badly.” But nah, the dude’s a pro. He finishes with a bow, and the crowd goes wild. I’m clapping like a maniac.
After that, I’m feeling pumped. I decide to hit up a café on Jl. Kebangkitan. I order a latte, and the barista, this cool girl named Sari, gives me a free pastry. “You look like you need a treat,” she says. I’m like, “You read my mind!”
I sit outside, enjoying my snack, when I see this old man painting by the river. He’s got this serene vibe, and I’m drawn to him. I walk over and we start chatting. Turns out, he’s been painting the same spot for decades. “Every day is a new canvas,” he says. I’m inspired.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my client, freaking out about the project. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m in Mendaha, living my best life!” But of course, I can’t say that. I just nod and promise to fix everything.
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, feeling a mix of emotions. This city is wild. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I love the energy, the people, the art. Even with all the craziness, Mendaha has a way of surprising me.
I finally crash on my couch, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just grateful for the ride.