Sophia Abella: Top 5 Popular New Year's Resolutions, Drama Queen No More

Christmas is perfect moment for reflection, and I am reflecting on my past year and groaning. There were highs, in between emotions and there were lows, and there were things that should never happen again for the sake of my dignity and overall well-being principle. The 2010 version of me was a lesser version of the forthcoming 2011 edition; I just know it. 2012 will be my year!

So this Yuletide season, I am resolving to put an end to all of those things that kept me boggle and astray. And, quite frankly, I think there are few things we should all resolve to leave in 2011. Let’s all make and keep these resolutions together:

Facebook:
You are the bane of my existence. What girl in their right mind ever thought it was a good idea to frequently post status updates that were simply seeking for attention? Or listing off her exact whereabouts 24/7 so those creepy-crawly surfers could follow her around? This Facebook sydrome is just another avenue for people to have a public beg-pity-party, to spark off revenge via album pictures making out with strange dudes/blokes, to stalk exes and horrible bosses. This year, I declare to take a step back from the computer and live life not on Facebook’s terms. Or on my ex boyfriend’s Newsfeed.

Men:
In 2012, we should all resolve to not let a guy edict our mood. Yes, men have the ability to make us the happiest we’ve ever been, but they can also make us suck up to in the fetal position and battle cry for one week straight. One bad breakup has the power to put me in a state of hibernation until family and friends recognize me as a full-fledged hermit with cheesy-cookie dough in my hair, and I know I’m not the only one. This year, I refuse to let whatever is happening in my love life affect the rest of my life. Because if the world revolved around a single man, we’d all be in big trouble.

Health:
Amazingly proud I stopped smoking. Hopeful this year you smokers smoke healthy human cigar instead and we will not insist our jeans fit us when our extra “baggage” spills over the top. Acceptance is the first step towards recovery from the unsightly muffin top and that deep red ring around our belly button that comes with it. Indulge in Lotte Burke, Zumba or just simply grab Total Core and Total Sauna. We don’t have to go out, and dress ourselves hitting to the gym. Why spend money if you can do it at home. Holding on to our delusions of still being a size beer bottle, even after we binge-ate holiday and forbidden food for over a month, is not healthy. Rather than walking around in ill-fitting clothes, let’s resolve by detoxifying and cleansing wheatgrass.

Opportunity:
Let’s all resolve to embrace opportunities in all constructive forms. Whether it’s a date with a guy you don’t know that well or simply trying something you’ve never done before boot-tucking anyone?), let’s make 2012 the year where nothing is off limits. I think I will take a page out of Yes and Man’s World Magazine (OK, Friends with Benefits-Pizza my Heart-Beauty and the Briefcase) and make myself more available to opportunity and adventure. Because, well, why not? Jokingly, ‘til we get fucked up and even our boobs are far apart. Improve our life in all angles and still look sizzling summer desserts.

Alcohol:
Let’s welcome and celebrate 2012 not acting like a drunken Lindsay Lohan impersonator ever (again). Nobody likes that girl. That girl is always the one acting inappropriate in front of guys. She’s the one bitching out her friends for no good reason. She’s the one who comes home and eats the entire contents of the fridge whilst she waits for her delivery. And unless you take pleasure in one-night stands, a beer gut, nip slips and vomit chunks in one’s hair, nothing good ever happens for this girl. I love my vodka, but I love my pride a whole lot more.

At least this coming year, I do.