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RI that was...

RI looks so...functional now...The beloved prefect's room is now relegated to a corner booth, in the CCA room's section. Looks like the bookstore if you ask me, but then Welfare Dept. has always been the place to lend out stuff. But it's so small, puny by Gryphon's Lair standards. Those days, the prefect's room wouldn't be closed at 6pm! I know it's the school holidays, but even during my school holidays, I don't remember having a life outside of school! It was spent in the PB room hatching a plan to take over the school! OK maybe not, but it was along the scale of something like that. We were always busy with something, and the room was always open, with someone strumming the guitar or playing Liero or Pikachu volleyball, others sitting by the big table planning an event or other, and still others on the carrom board.

Then of course there's the scout's den. But it's in such a mess now I'm afraid of posting any photos of it in its current state. I know it's annual camp and all, but for the place to be so messy is inexcusable. GQM! Horseshoe! Clean up the den before I make you lick the place till it's spick and span. Plus we had parents and old boys today, if they saw how we maintain our den, we'll be classified as glorified rag and bone men.

But as usual, the sun setting in RI can never be missed. It's a sight to behold, either while sitting on the stadium steps or looking out over the linkway. The sunset photo was taken above the canteen (you're reading that right, there is now a floor above the canteen...or rather the canteen has been moved below the floor).

RI that was. Comes from the one-liner in Firefly, where the characters describe 'Earth-that-was' because none of them have ever been there, but all have heard of how it was. The RI we knew then no longer exists in the form that we recognise, it has changed to become something new for a new generation. To all the Rafflesians now, all we can describe to them was RI that was, because they would know the school differently. RI may change, but I hope a Rafflesian never does.

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