In 2005, after finishing SPM, I worked for a while at a tobacco plantation.
From 8am to 12pm, for about 4 to 5 hours, moving piles of freshly picked tobacco leaves, from where the pickers left them to designated areas. It was hard work, under the scorching sun. And my mum was one of the labourers there.
Sweats dripped from my face to all over my body and wet my shirt, but the best thing about that; I learnt about the value of money, RM18 for that, which was not much. But given that not many job opportunities were available at rural areas, one can't be so picky, can one?
And lunch never tastes so good, after wearing out all your energy, whatever food that is in front of you, simply taste a lot more delicious. :)
Good things only come after hard work. peace