Back from Singapore. It's nice and all, but you just kinda miss how much Malaysia sucks after a few days. Ah, home sweet home.
And are we still at October? Good grief.
RM1.JPG (Part 4)
"Let's see," Leong adjusted his glasses one more time. "And what did you say this was for again?"
"What do you want to know for?"
"Whoa, chill man. Just trying to make sure I give you what you want."
"Just remove the words."
"How detailed do you need it to be? That's why I need to know what you're using it for."
"As detailed as possible."
"Ho boy." he patted his brow. "Not gonna be easy. How on earth did the text get there anyway? You don't have any layered files?"
Ray had to bite his tongue to keep his temper from lashing out. After much effort in vain to remove the words himself via online Photoshop tutorials, he finally relented and sought the help of Leong, his ex-colleague who also happened to be a part-time graphic artist.
"I don't know. Just remove the words."
"What do you think now?" After over 2 hours and no less than six separate amendments, patience was running thin in the room. Ray was proving to be a very difficult customer indeed.
"Looks fine to me."
Ray widened his eyes and stared at the touched-up file for a full minute. The colour was fine. The texture was fine. The shape was fine. There should be absolutely no reason anyone would suspect it had been tampered with.
But it was just so obscenely obvious that there was something wrong. It looked horribly different from the original.
This was one of those things his logical mind hated. There was nothing - UTTERLY NOTHING - that he could put a mental finger on. Something was horribly different, disfigured even, about it and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Still not there yet."
"You must be kidding me!" Leong retorted indignantly. "We've been going back and forth a million times already. I think it looks fine."
"Trust me, it doesn't. Looks very, very strange."
"What is? Tell me."
"I don't know. Just do your job, okay?"
He heaved and fiddled a little more, clearly unhappy.
"No. Even worse."
"Ugh! That's it man. I just don't get what you want." he threw his hands up in desperation. "What is this for anyway?"
"Just. Do. The. Job." Ray snapped, trying hard to maintain his composure.
"Is this even legal?"
"SHUT UP AND DO IT!"
"Hey, hey," Leong stood up. "You're acting weird here. Sure everything's okay?"
"Everything's OKAY. Remove the words. Just remove the words."
"I can't, man. We've been trying for hours now."
"I PAID YOU!"
"Yes I know. But I just can't do it. Maybe you should pay more for someone better. I know this guy-"
"I should pay more? PAY MORE? HOW MUCH MORE DO YOU WANT?"
"It's not even about me! It's about how much you're willing to pay for someone else!"
Without even realising it, Ray gave Leong a hard slap across the face.
He staggered and tumbled over slowly, more out of shock than pain, before a heated glare escaped his eyes.
Like possessed, he leapt and tackled him to the ground, forcing slaps on a covering Ray. Ray tried to fight back, but Leong was surprisingly strong for his size. They scuffled for a while, trading blows in an increasingly intense manner, when everything halted to a deafening CRASH.
The laptop cable, caught in the chair wheel, had dragged the laptop off the table to the shiny marble floor, where it now lay motionless and picture-less.
To be concluded.