Sheylara with curls (rare photos)

Sitting in the makeup seat in an SPH photo studio, I was horrified when the makeup-artist-cum-hairstylist announced, “I will give her curls.”

It wasn’t armageddon-degree horror, but close enough.

Not that I have anything against curly hair, but it’s just not me. And in this particular photoshoot, I was supposed to be me and not some generic model.

A bunch of people had been invited to be featured in a Christmas special (I think) for Digital Life and we were told to wear a black jacket with a white top and a black bottom.

But I didn’t know what the interview was going to be about because it was arranged for me by a third party and I just had to turn up. When I was there, I found out the theme was “corporate”, which added another degree of horror to my state of mind.

Things that are not me: Corporate, elegant, graceful, curly hair.

The adventurous me delighted in my new look, of course, but the me me felt fake and uncomfortable.

It’s fortunate that I have a split personality or I would have been traumatised beyond recovery a long time ago, since I do chance to get a funny new look every once in a while.

Well, I suppose I don’t look too bad like this. Just different. (And not me.)

I went home in this get-up (by MRT) feeling weird, knowing it was just pointless paranoia but still feeling it.

I would have felt more comfortable going home in a bunny suit complete with floppy ears and a bob tail.

I’m serious.

I can be crazy and nutty and psychotic but I can never be a graceful, mature lady.

I felt a little unnatural and awkward posing for the photographs because I never know how to behave when I’m dressed corporate or elegant.

They wanted me to look like a confident career woman, and cheerful. It was a tall order.

I know how to look cute and cheerful, though!!! But, of course, that was wrong for the theme.

I hope my photos turn out okay in the papers, I think tomorrow.