"The words are not BIG ENOUGH!" my dad yelled to me. I stood on the ladder, with a big brush in hand. I was writting "Food Drink" in chinese charators. my dad eager to advertise our small sandwitch shop to all the passing neighbours but he has very little budget. My mom is making the food everyday. she think the best way to run the shop is to make good quality food and people will tell others about our shop. so the chef of ourshop is actually not so bothered with advertising. she think the word of mouth will be fine for the businese.
but it is too long a process for my dad. world of mouth? no, better to have giant sound systems.
but hey, we don't have a sound system what should we do? my dad will sit back against us in agony.
he want to cover the shop with writings that tells everybody what we do. but soon menu fill up the wall and there was no enough space for more words. and my dad was still not satisfied. "The words are not big enough, nobody can see!" he yelled to me and kicked my paint brushes and woodboard away.
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I took a walk on the street and I saw everywhere is big advert billboard with words and pictures screaming at me. They are screaming "I want money, I need to survive!" thats fantastic, not only my dad has that impusive mentality for big words. Alot of people in taiwan do. "deep in the water, hot in the fire." is the phrase often used to describe ordinary taiwanese people in the media. but, the situation in taiwan could not be that bad. is it a reactionist attitute? me have that attitude and pass year after years. I am feed properly, what shall i complain?
advertise board scream at me again "I want money, I need to survive!" ok, thats annoying. my dad kick the paint brushes and yelled at me "shit fuck your mom's pussy " again, ok, what's wrong what's wrong? I escaped.
what is my activism? how would like to see the world to be? big questions.
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The las time i see my dad was in september last year. that was when the story of the sandwich shop happen. but the story of billboard in taiwan still goes on.
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