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Rasmalai

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About Rasmalai

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  1. Machine Learning and the Future

    Good lord that is so nihilistic
  2. Like Business

    D:
  3. Like Business

    Maybe Londoner banta doesn't translate very well to him?
  4. Like Business

    *Snip*
  5. Last film you watched?

    Aw, Grave of the Fireflies is actually a good film though... It made my dad cry and he said "I'm never watching this film again." And he's a big Studio Ghibli fan, especially as the films are good for watching with children (well, not this one, but the others are really good). Locke is an excellent film, if you're OK with the fact that the entire film is just Tom Hardy and a series of very long phone calls, with the one main camera angle.
  6. That moment when you realise that MM's youngest British talent are basically armchair economists who read the FT and Spectator together.

    1. Faerie

      Faerie

      superman knows what's up

  7. To Pet Deer or Not To Pet Deer

    ...Is it bad that the first thing I thought of when reading the thread title was "are deer halal to eat?" Hmm....
  8. -SHERLOCK (BBC)-

    They're sorta a different style of story though, no? I like Luther too, but they're done with the main series. Film should be good though.
  9. So last Thursday while doing platform work, I had a really, really abusive lady who poked my shoulder while I wasn't looking. Having said to her I had dyspraxia which makes it hard for me to maintain balance, she said "Sorry, why don't you write it on your forehead?" Man, that was seriously upsetting.

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    2. Rasmalai
    3. S.W

      S.W

      People always take the mick with learning disabilities.

    4. Abdul Rahman

      Abdul Rahman

      That is seriously messed up

  10. -SHERLOCK (BBC)-

    Bumpity bumpity bump...?
  11. So I've decided to start writing a mini-chronicle of my life from 2012 to now, as I feel it's important to allow myself to reflect (with you guys too!) the trajectory of my life since moving out of my parents' house.

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    2. Mufasa

      Mufasa

      Maybe you could turn it into a thread? That way you can find it in the future too and add to it... ay? ay?

       

    3. Rasmalai

      Rasmalai

      Ah, yes, that's a great idea!

    4. Sal_the_man

      Sal_the_man

      Moving out? I bet that's exciting

  12. Getting on a bit

    A lot of things happened in my life. But I'm happy now. What SW said about Allah having His own plan is 10000000% true. I am actually incredibly grateful today that I had this trajectory between 2012 and now. -Circa 2012- - So... after coming back from Jerusalem, I learned that Peterborough was becoming toxic, thanks to central and local government creating a situation where the poorest were being told to **** off into the ground and bury themselves alive (and being told to blame European migrants for their troubles instead), and where the MP continued to avoid paying council taxes for his house, as well as scrounging off the state using taxpayer money. But in all seriousness, Peterborough's job prospects are pretty rubbish if you're a degree graduate, and didn't want to work in teaching (terrible sector thanks to being underfunded and oversubscribed), financial sectors (middle management fuddy duddy job titles that amount to nothing in real terms), or factory work. I picked the latter, working in a distribution centre for Amazon, where agencies had not bothered to define our terms and conditions (I later learned from my father was unionising was). - The early morning job was supposed to be five days a week. Instead, Amazon with their Americanised we-won't-pay-taxes-to-this-country-oh-no-we-won't attitude added something called "compulsory overtime". And of course, if you didn't like it, you could buzz off, because clearly most of us workers needed the money. I was fine with it, cycling at 6am in the morning (the only time Peterborough looked genuinely beautiful) to get to work for 7am, and finishing at around 4pm. My dad told me that good old honest factory work helps a lot with self-reflection, and to allow for planning in the future. It was good work. I remember burning my hand with the hot glue needed to do up some of your Amazon parcels. I still have the scar from cutting myself with the box-cutter (I later learned this was because I had some form of dyspraxia, where my hand-eye coordination needed some work) on my right hand. - I decided to use the money I earned from the 7 week job (I think it was about 2 grand) to move back to London. This was one of the most heartbreaking decisions I made in my family's perspective, but it was better that I left, to be honest. I secured a part time job teaching Year 7s in a private Muslim boys' school, and tuition in a lovely independent place in Brixton. Both were supposed to fuel some sort of misguided ambitions to be a teacher, where I could train while being on the job. Little did I know the adventure that took place afterwards, and how much it would negatively effect my health, mentally and physically. - I hadn't realised just how far Maryland was compared to Brixton. So... I still remember how I lugged two massive suitcases onto a bus at Kings Cross, and then took a bus (or was it two?) to Dalston, where my friend put me up for a week. I was going to use the time to pay rent to him (which he kept on refusing), while I found a place to live. In the meantime, I had started teaching English to Year 7s, and tutoring kids in Brixton, and sleeping on the floor at night (the floor is good for your back). It was fun. I was taking the Overground from Dalston to go to Stratford, and taking the bus from Hackney into Brixton in order to get to my respective workplaces. My employers were great. I was 21. It was a time where I felt a bit more fiercely independent. - My friend tells me he has a family friend who needs his house in New Cross to be looked after. So, house-sitting. Free rent (which helped me build up money to save up for Year 1 of my MA that September), a cat, what else did I need? I took up the offer, to find that in reality, it was a building site on the outside. The Somali family were going to Abu Dhabi, that evil little island from the fake-country-built-by-brown-people-because-Arabs-can't-build-their-own-crap known as the Emirates (I'm half trolling, half joking, half serious. Don't get your underwear in a twist.), and were converting their sorta-huge house into a block of flats. Technically, I think I must've been squatting. There was only electricity coming from a generator in the basement, and the only light was a bedside light in the bedroom. I initially slept in the very cold ground floor, but the family provided me with fresh bedding, a bench-like bed thing, a baby oil radiator, and a cat to look after. I then moved one floor above to a dusty room with a double bed. The bathroom had no light, which made showering in the night quite interesting. The kitchen was being ripped apart, and the only thing working was the fridge, and a single hob. Every other room was caked with dust, the outside had all sorts of scaffolding work, and builders would work from 7am till 5pm every day. They never came to my room, and respected my privacy. Never once did they bother me. Oh, and the lead builder turned out to be one of my Brixton employer's father too. And the building was owned by my employer's business partner. That sorta made sense now. - You have to remember, the idea of not paying rent for 6-7 months meant my outgoings were dramatically cheaper. So that's why I did this, knowing what it would do to my health. I had no friends in New Cross. I had to walk around the area to discover Lewisham Mosque, made friends at my workplaces, and also find the shopping centre, other surrounding areas, plus Goldsmiths College was around the corner too. MM was a lifeline back then, as I used their little Skype call thing we'd always do. That was fun times. How did I have internet? Well, my employer gave me his unlimited BT Openzone account, which meant I could use the internet for free provided I managed to get a good connection to the WiFi in the street (BT Openzone hubs are usually found in phone boxes). When I wanted to download a show on iPlayer, I'd go outside, take my laptop, put it on the scaffolding, and sit in the steps of the house while the 700kb per second download progressed. I'd then come back, sit on the floor to eat my food, and bathe in the warmth of my heater, and sleep in the very dusty room, with socks on, a jumper, and playing on my Nintendo DS which I bought for £10. I'd ring my parents every two days, telling them everything is all good, and that I'm living fine. One time, I was scared because my older brother said he was in the area. I couldn't have him knowing where I was living, so I pretended to say I was at work. No way he was gonna see me like this, haha. - Living in New Cross meant I could get to Brixton a lot easier now, using two buses, one that went from New Cross to Camberwell, and one from Camberwell to Brixton. It usually took an hour. Getting to Stratford was easier still, as all I needed to do was walked to New Cross Gate overground station to Canada Water, and then the Jubilee line. And then walk. In reality, I initially used to take various routes and learn London's sprawling transport system, but it was a weird sort of fun, avoiding Zone 1. I was budgeting everything on a Word document, which showed what I had coming in (very little, £10 an hour from the school, and £8 an hour from the tuition centre. Yes, these were above living wage at the time, but in reality I wouldn't have survived in London if I was paying rent between those sixth/seven months in the building site). Also, what was coming out, and what I could've been doing to spend less. I stopped buying new clothes. Stopped buying new underwear. Stopped buying food, apart from Pot Noodle and the odd £1 chicken and chips per week. I mean, I didn't even have a working or safe kitchen, so it would've been pointless to buy fresh food at the time. - As I continued to teach, I found myself being drained by the prospect of helping build a relatively new Muslim boys school as well as designing workbooks for the tuition centre in Brixton. I loved working at the latter though, because it gave me a sense of security and normalness that the building site at home didn't provide. Unfortunately, I had to start demanding my pay from the school, as for half of the duration of my employment at the school (they terminated my contract at the end of the school term), they hadn't paid me, nor any staff member, thanks to a lack of fees being paid (which wasn't my problem, tbh). Had I started paying rent, I doubt I would've been able to survive. So, when I got a relatively decent amount of sub ££.7k in around June 2013, I was happy. For the first time, my bank account peaked at around £4k in my pocket. During that time, I also learned to use my degree skills to begin a copyediting and proofreading freelance business, and in between each employer, my spare time was dedicated to editing various dissertations, letters, MA and PhD theses, and all sorts of stuff. During that time, I earned around £800 in the year, which made a large difference to my life, and gave me lots of work later because clients would be happy to send my business card everywhere. - But then came the builders, who were progressing well with the building site, and suddenly, I came into the house one day to find that the main corridor had no room. White-rose can attest to this, lol, as I once Skyped her the whole house. Ramadhan was coming up. I didn't know what to do - I was being told three weeks in advance that I must vacate now as it's getting genuinely unsafe for me to look after the house. Oh, and btw, lol, my Somali family friends who owned the house forgot I was still there, as they once came to visit to find me sleeping in there. Woops. They were lovely though, and then dropped the news of three weeks notice. - What would I do? Find out more in the next instalment. I realise I'm writing a lot, but the OP sorta triggered a desire to really, really let out everything that's happened - and I'm gonna continue till the present day. I think it'd be fun to chronicle my experiences either in this thread or my own. Feel free to moderate as you wish. It's ironic that a creative writing student who suffered from writers' block for about four years is finally writing this much now, lol.
  13. Listening to...

    Playing through the finale of Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance on the 3DS again and composer Yoko Shimomura just drops this. I actually bumped into her in London a couple of years ago, and tbh it's just astonishing that her music is generally very high energy and yet so subtle at the same time. [embed]https://www.youtube.com/embed/fXJ-aV0oHJs[/embed]
  14. Job Advice/Rants

    I'd rather not be studying again. And something about the corporate arm is slightly offputting too. I get plenty of transferable skills within the Tube anyway, and tbh, it pays a whole lot more immediately than TfL does.
  15. Job Advice/Rants

    I would say what station I work at but maybe I should give a clue... Second busiest tube station! I even finished my MA while working full time, just awaiting results. Only thing is whether I try to go for a corporate grad scheme within TfL or carry on in the operational world within the Underground.
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