Digital Cameras and Living Rubble

I went out to shop for a new watch today and managed to walk past the scene of one of the most devastating building-collapses in several decades without even knowing. (For your information, my previous watch only costed me around $30 Hong Kong, but broke in a month, so what you pay for is what you get, I suppose - but that's not relevant, read on.) It was kinda sad, really - All my dad and I ever saw was a whole troupe of police cars, building trucks, ambulances and firetrucks parked onto the road, and everybody else staring off into the middle distance. I think it might've been a trick of the light, but I swear I saw a man with dried blood caked all over his face as he walked past us talking on his phone.

On a slightly less morbid note, I did manage to borrow my dad's camera on the long walk home from TST to Hung Hom after dinner and managed to take a few improvised shots of the urban nightscape, which should finish uploading in a bit. I'm rather happy with how it turned out actually - seeing as I have no photo-taking experience whatsoever- and to tell the truth, I needed something to take my mind off the Hung Hom Incident and the utter screw-up that was GCSE Mock Group Performance today...