So what is Pillow Fight? A friend who went with me last night (14 February) thought there would be a kind of a contest with a clear winner. Nah... People carried their pillow (or pillows) with variety color from the plain white one to the striped one and just randomly attacked others who looked kinda vulnerable (like me for example... I was such an easy target cause I'm short... yeah... they just hit my head like I was a beaver or something in a game machine where you're aiming to hit the beaver as many times as possible). Some use the event to express their point of view like a guy who carried a pillow with marijuana picture on it.
The festive atmosphere was kinda nice and people seem to have a lot of fun. Even as I rode Muni to Embarcaderro station, people played guitar, sang in the train and laughed until they jaw dropped (er... I think I'm being a bit sarcastic here). Anyway... Oh wait... there's a lady who seemed bitter about what happened in Muni and you can see her kinda wanna put plugs on her ears. Hahaha... kinda noisy at that time but college students... What do you expect? After all, this is San Francisco, the city of the hippies and radicals.
My first vivid memory (yeah...) on the Justine Herman Plaza was being stepped by a guy as huge as a bear. Ouch my foot. My shoe... I should have thought of wearing my war equipments: my sport shoes. This was as tough as any other battlefield no kidding. I carried my camera and God knew how scared I was if someone hit my camera instead of me. Oh dear pillow fighters, I'll give you myself as a sacrifice so please, will you spare my camera? Anyhow, being hit by strangers with full power was not nice. I still don't understand why they made this a Valentine event? Are you guys heartbroken or being cheated by someone? Oh... please, I'm not your ex or your flirtious girlfriend so don't hit me too hard. Ouch... ouch... okay, hit me... but again, not my camera
