Hi everyone!
Welcome to my little corner of the internet — MJDAYDREAM! I created this space to give you a quick glimpse into how a "little rice-picker girl" discovered the power of a smile. You see, if you ever had the chance to meet me and share your name, chances are your face is etched into my photographic memory. I seem to have this uncanny ability to remember everyone I meet — even years later. It’s a quirky little blessing, I suppose.
My journey began on my father’s farm, a place where technology simply didn’t exist. He inherited a vast piece of land from my grandfather, and that’s where I learned the value of hard work. I planted sugarcane, harvested coffee, and picked and planted rice — not for business, but to feed our family. Childhood was a blend of simplicity and adventure: bathing in the river, climbing trees barefoot, collecting snails for lunch, and hunting for mud crabs beneath rocks. At night, our world lit up with gas lamps. I slept on a woven bamboo bed and ate with my bare hands. The rooster? That was our alarm clock. The river? Our shower and washing machine.
Eating ripe jackfruit and young coconut was part of everyday life. Digging up sweet potatoes and cassava meant it was time for an afternoon meal. And rice? Rice wasn’t just food. It was the food. Missing rice at a meal was like showing up to a marathon without running shoes. As a kid, I didn’t always love it. But looking back now, I cherish every bit of it. As a teenager, I took a job as a nanny, which slowly shifted into helping my dad care for my younger siblings. It was never easy, but it was a stepping stone — a way to save money and eventually pursue my education in the city. I became a proud working student, focused and determined to turn my dreams into reality.
Fast forward a few years — I got married young and moved to the United States, where I started a new chapter. I built a family of my own, earned a degree in Business Administration with a focus on Office Information, and landed a fulfilling job in the high-tech world. Every single day, I wake up grateful. Life hasn’t always been smooth, but I believe every twist and turn has made the journey more meaningful. People often say, “You only live once,” but I believe: “We live every day — so make it count.”
Today, my life is a beautiful mix of my rustic beginnings and the blessings of modern living. I still find joy in the simplest things: the sweetness of ripe fruit, the thrill of a mountain hike, the giggles from riding my silly bike. Food continues to be a passion — a delicious, soul-fueling adventure. Here at MJDAYDREAM, you’ll find joy, laughter, heartfelt stories, and a celebration of life’s little wonders. This is a space where the mountains meet the modern, where memories are held close, and where every single day is a dream waiting to be lived.Thanks for stopping by. I hope you’ll stay a while. 💛
The rice is planted in square blocks, each carefully managed to ensure healthy growth. Attention to detail is crucial when planting rice, as bugs and other insects can destroy the entire crop. Since my dad refuses to use pesticides, he builds scarecrows to help chase away birds and insects.
Watering is one of the most important parts of rice farming. Each block must receive just the right amount of water—too much can harm or even kill the rice. Every morning, my dad adjusts the flow of water, making sure each block gets an equal and balanced supply.