The Diary of a CEO's Wife

A cozy, reflective story about a sleepy, rainy Tuesday filled with simple cooking, quiet romance, and unexpected naps.

Okay, this post is 10 days backdate, FYI. I was trying to remember what I did ten days ago and my mind was just… blank. You know that feeling, right? Like the day slipped through some tiny hole in my memory.  So I did what I always do when my brain refuses to cooperate: I opened my photos. And suddenly the day came back, not loudly, but in small familiar whispers. There it was the imported celery I bought because it looked too green and too crisp to ignore. I don’t even know why it made me happy, but it did. Maybe because I put it on a transparent glass of vas as a substitute of flowers, but edible 😄 Then the salad supplies: lettuce , cherry tomatoes , sweet corn , organic wafu dressing , edamame ,  almond sea salt . Also, cold presse juices: lady ruby and joyful day . Looking at them now, I can almost feel that tiny spark of intention I had that day. Like I was quietly telling myself let’s try again to be kinder to this body. And of course the Ayam Kalasan . I remember tha...

Jakarta-Bekasi-Karawaci.  From Southgate Residence, to Kemang Village, to Pakuwon Mall, to Kemang View Apartment, to Karawaci, then BSD. All in Sunday. Some Sundays feel like a gentle inhale and exhale. This one felt like a long, winding laugh you can’t quite control but wouldn’t trade for anything. We were still in the staycation bubble at Southgate Residence , half-floating in that weekend fantasy where time doesn’t exist and alarms are optional. The plan was simple: join online church at the private cinema room at 10. Easy. Peaceful. Holy, even. Of course, reality had other plans. When everyone stays up too late watching random videos, doomscrolling, and pretending tomorrow doesn’t exist, there is only one possible outcome. Woke up too late. Naturally. We scrambled out of bed like a family who forgot an exam, except instead of textbooks we carried our messy hair and hunger pangs. We managed to start service at 11, still half-asleep and definitely starving, but there’s something ...

Family bonding at Press Print Party Jakarta, a staycation, unexpected reunions, jacuzzi and discount hunt.

Mentoring Bisnesia and Rempah Restaurant (Abu Dhabi and Dubai)

From iCIO Awards to lunch and coffee with the Ladies on Top, a day that blends tech nostalgia, friendship, and the gentle loops of time.

A soulful lunch at Sepiring Rendang Minang turns into a story of friendship, gratitude, and delicious rendang.

You know that just yesterday I got ghosted . By a   potential tenant . Yes, I know, that sentence alone sounds ridiculous. Ghosting belongs in dating stories, not property transactions. But here we are. He had said he’d come to sign the contract. I waited. No show. No text. No sorry-I-can’t-make-it message. Just   silence . Fine, I thought, maybe he changed his mind. I moved on and carried on with life. Then today, plot twist. He showed up at my in-laws’ house, ready to   sign the contract . Okay. That’s new. Since I lived 50 km away, so my father in law handled him. And then he called, said that he could only pay for three months instead of eight. Okay, I can understand flexibility. But then came the kicker: he wanted to move in   tomorrow   (yes, TOMORROW), even though he’d only be able to pay on   November 16 which is 10 days AFTER that.  Like, seriously? I might be an INFJ , but even my empathy has limits. How do you even process a request like tha...

An INFJ reflects on mental load, a short answer for her kid, a hilarious reunion with a 2002 friend, and being stood up by a property buyer.

A full day at IdeaFest 2025 with Agak Laen, Purbaya, Ben Soebiakto and Bilal Faranov. Laughter, insight, and creativity everywhere.

From theater performance to birthday dinner, one November day unfolds with friends and family.

A supposedly quick Tesla tire change turns into a six-hour tiring wait with naps, followed by rain and DATE.

A school cultural festival that celebrates diversity, tradition, and the joy of learning together.

Reflections from Simbiosis Bisnis 2025; on true collaboration, comfort zones, and finding mutual growth in business and life.

A long, thoughtful Tuesday filled with work, motherhood, and a car conversation about the difference between dreams and expectations.

A reflection on how a simple Monday routine can quietly shape peace, discipline, and gratitude.

A reflection on excellence, love, and transformation. How the year’s trials became lessons in divine refinement.

A reflection on a family-filled Saturday. From driving lessons to hockey games, and finding quiet meaning in the rhythm of ordinary life.

When the minister didn’t show up, wisdom did. A day of unexpected lessons and inspiration. "Disappointment has a funny way of turning into wisdom, if you stay long enough to listen."   —   Nuniek Tirta Sari So, I woke up early today. Like,   really   early. My mission: to attend the OCBC Business Forum 2025 in St. Regis Kuningan and listen to the new Minister of Finance, Mr. Purbaya's speech.  After wrestling through Jakarta’s legendary morning traffic for 2 hours, I finally arrived at the venue. The first dialogue session was already running, and I panicked, thinking I’d missed the minister’s talk. But when I looked at the latest rundown, surprise! His name was nowhere to be found. Apparently, he’d never confirmed attendance in the final version. Ah, the classic “expectation vs. reality” moment. OCBC Business Forum 2025 I just laughed. Not even disappointed anymore, just… amused. Because really, what else can you do when the main reason you came didn’t show up...

A story about imagining future retirement life, falling in love with a dream apartment, and learning that some dreams are previews of blessings yet to come.