Aimee's Journey @New York

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COOOOL Pillow Fight Day!

Yesterday was the international Pillow Fight Day! There were more than one hundred cities all over the world hosted this grand event, including London, Paris, Singapore, Hong Kong. Undoubtedly, New York City didn’t miss this global celebration. On 3p.m. yesterday, the pillow fight began sharply on time on the Washington Square, attracting thousands of people to participate. I knew the event a week ago from the Wechat, a growing Chinesse chatting tool as well as social media platform, and I was so excited and could not wait to be one of the pillow fighters!

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Pillows were flying and teddies were soaring. People used pillows as weapons to hit friends or strangers. Some people were very well armed, wearing a costume or a mask. I saw one guy even taking a furred shield with him. But I also realized that these people were easily becoming the target to be attacked by a group of people. The men who dressed like Pikachu (a famous Japanese cartoon character), Spiderman, pirates, Ninja, were all sieged. The bunny mask on a boy’s face was taken away by surrounding people, and he looked so innocent that people stopped to “bully” him.

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Besides a strong pillow and fast feet, there was another powerful weapon – a father’s shoulder! Many kids were sitting on their fathers’ shoulder, like a prince on an elephant, throwing pillows on other people. The high position and the far vision, the definite advantages helped them to win the fight. A kid raised his hands very high and cheered loudly, and gave his father a tight hug.

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This is the first time for me to be a pillow warrior. It is a fresh way to relax and amuse! And one round of pillow fight equal two hours in the gym! Fabric and feathers swung on the sky, while laughter conveyed in the air. Next year, I will be an experienced pillow warrior!



This year is the 8th year of the Pillow Fight Day, which originated from flash-mob style fights from Caracas to Cincinati. Since 2008, an increasing number of cities worldwide engage to hold this event. The date is the first Saturday of April, and the place varies from each year. While the basic rules of the fight are consistent from city to city, some cities add their own flair. For instance, once London asked participants to wear pyjamas while Vancouver required people to scream “Pillow Fight” at the designated time.


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There was a Thief in our Apartment

“Oh my god! Oh my god! There is a thief!” It was 4 a.m. on last Wednesday, and my roommate Xin’s scream broke the peace of dawn and waked me up from the dream. What? A thief? Am I dreaming? When Xin ran into my room with a frightened face, I knew it was not a joke, or her dream.

Suddenly the lights in the house were on, and everyone was wearing sleepy and confused eyes walked out to their room and wondered what happened. Xin started to talk intermittently, “I saw a black shadow… standing… besides my chair, searching my bag. He… he is wearing a mask and I cannot recognize him. At first I thought that was one of you and called your name, then he found me awake and ran away.” We knew that this was not a nightmare because all of us heard someone slammed the door with a loud bang. We gazed at each other and Xin was fighting back tears. I went to her and gave her a hug, “It will be fine. Let’s check if something is missing first.” Xin nodded and muttered, “Mobile phone, here. Wallet, here. Credit cards, here. Keys, here. I think there’s nothing lost. I’m just so scared.” “How could this happen? Didn’t the last one who went home yesterday lock the door?” said Qing, another roommate. It seemed like that since there was no sign of the lock being picked. It was always a concern for me that some of my roommates often forget to lock the door. Now there came a thief, which was like an awful warning. I stated my thought, “I think we should make it a rule to lock the door every time leaving and coming back home. And can we have another good lock? The current one is easily opened and makes me feel insecure. Are we on the same page?” “Agreed!” all of my roommates said with a voice.

Then everyone came back to sleep and I stayed with Xin in her room. I opened the video “Two Broke Girls”, a popular, funny TV series talking about two poor waitresses living in New York, trying to distract her attention from the horrible night. After watching two episodes, we were still wide awake. “He is very tall and strong, reminding me of the murder in the cartoon which I watched in my childhood.” said Xin. I could see that she was still in a panic, so I suggested, “How about reporting this issue to the police?”

After coming back from the police office, and a cup of hot tea, with the sun rising, I felt much calmer. As long as there was nothing missed and nobody hurt, I felt we were damned lucky.