Powerful females talk about failure

Happy Monday everyone! I’m sure a lot of you are dreading tomorrow- back to work and the land of the living. To be honest I’m happy to be getting back into routine. The last week has been spent wondering what day it is and the inevitable ‘fear’, like several hungover Sundays in a row.

Anyway I’m catching up on some blog posts and I just came across this awesome article on stylecaster.com . It’s quotes about failure from a wide range of women with different careers. I hope it will help to prepare you for tomorrow and the coming year- whatever your goals may be.

“I don’t want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.” –Emma Watson

Click here  to see the rest.


Bré x


Wishing wanting working

I want to write, but Netflix is calling me.

I want to clean the kitchen, but my bed is calling me.

I want to be as big as Su and Jo, but I hate social media.

I want to be a successful as Stephen, but the words don’t always come.

I want Kylie’s lips, but I oppose plastic surgery.

I want clear natural skin, but I have to cover up that spot.

I want a flat stomach, but I hate exercise and love pizza.

I want my own house, but the bank will never give me a mortgage.

I want a funny nice guy, but he’s either non existent or doesn’t want me.

I want to be as happy as Jen at her age, but I want kids more.

I want to speak my mind more, but don’t want to come across as a bitch.

I want, I want, I want.

So I better go work, work, work.

Some awesome women we should all know

Hello everyone and Merry Christmas! I hope you all had a lovely day with friends & family. While winding down on St Stephen’s Day I was browsing through Buzzfeed and came across this cool article highlighting some of the awesome asian women changing the world. Enjoy reading!




Bré x

The one with the pink pill

I will start this one off by saying this post is about a silly girl getting upset over a stupid boy and doing something ridiculous.

The stupid boy

To start I have to tell you about Lee. Lee is a friend of my friend’s boyfriend. We met for the first time at Electric Picnic last year when a whole load of us went. We got on, flirted a little. I liked him and some of the girls thought it would be funny to go tell him and ask if he liked me (bear in mind we were all 25/26). I didn’t know this at first, and I wondered why he stopped talking to me on the Sunday. Until he told my friend that the girls said it to him and that put him off, because he thought I had asked them to.

We wouldn’t meet again until Longitude this year.


I was excited to see him for Longitude.  See if anything would happen. Again, we got on well and flirted. After the gig a few of us went into town to a club. I will say now he was fairly drunk, we all were. He spent the night messing with me and flirting. Melissa thought we were definitely gonna hook up because he kept coming over to me. When we were all in the smoking area we were talking and I hoped he’d take the chance to kiss me. He didn’t. A song came on that I liked so me and the girls went back in. Not long after the guys followed. Lee came straight over.

“What’s wrong?”


“Are you mad at me?”

I didn’t know why he would think that but I took the opportunity to ask him something that I wasn’t sure about.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”


I was happy but also wondered why he didn’t take the hint and kiss me. He did continue to mess and keep putting his arm around me. I know here is where a few of you will say “why didn’t you kiss him?” but I couldn’t. I have such a fear of being rejected/turned down, whatever you want to call it, I very rarely go in for the kill myself.

Anyway the night ended and we all went back to crash in my friends. No kisses for Bré.

I got the nerve to Facebook him on the Monday and he wrote back but by Wednesday the messages stopped coming.

The silly girl

We would see each other again the next week for his friend’s leaving party, who was travelling abroad with my friend. There was a BBQ in their house so my friend picked me and one of the other girls up. On the drive over we started talking about the drugs we had tried over the years. Or they did. I’ve never really done anything like that, apart from smoking weed once with my first boyfriend years ago. I’ve never felt the need to do pills or coke. In a way though I was little jealous they had done so much.

The something ridiculous

The BBQ went well. At first I was a little embarrassed because he never responded to my last text. But after a couple of hours and a few drinks we were back to chatting and flirting. We all headed out to a club that night. In the queue he stood beside me ad we got in before the rest. We went to the bar and to gauge his response I said “so are you gonna buy me a drink?” and he did. While waiting to be served I stood behind him with my hand on his hip while he looked back and flirted. I thought for sure something was going to happen. We got our drinks and he even said something like “if you’re lucky that’s not all you’ll get tonight” while handing me the drink. It was cheesey and cocky but I was drunk and lapped it up.

We all headed for the dance floor. I climbed the steps, the girls too. Then within what seemed like a second I turned around and he was kissing someone. I felt sad and wanted to cry. Yes we’ve never even kissed before but sometimes a crush can be even stronger than love. I downed my drink. One of the other lads started dancing with me. He had been a bit touchy feely back in the house and so I went into kiss him. Childish yes. The guy pulled away and whispered to me “Bré I’m gay”. Oh that just topped it all. I was mortified. I knew then I wanted to be off my face and that drink just wouldn’t cut it.

I don’t know why the notion got into my head. I mean obviously because we had spoken about it earlier. And I turn completely stubborn when drunk. If I wanted to get drugs nothing anyone said would stop me. It wasn’t hard to get something. I knew a girl outside in the smoking area and as soon as I mentioned it she was showing me the pink pill. I swallowed it without hesitation. If sober now could go back and smack myself I would. But drunk, sad me would still have done it. I think in my head it was like a “f*ck you Lee”, even though me taking drugs would make no difference to him. But we all know our minds don’t think clearly when drunk.

At first nothing happened. I tried to go back out and get something else but my friends stopped me (thank God). In an instance it hit me. It was like everything was intense, in HD or something. I don’t remember much because the night seemed to be over in no time. I remember dancing in a big group of the guys and girls. I know I looked off my face though by the looks my friends were giving me. I’m not sure if Lee knew at this point because he felt the need to come over and ask “Are you annoyed at me?” (He had a habit of asking those type of questions didn’t he? Without thinking I said “how many girls have you kissed tonight?” His response? “What was I supposed to do?”

I was done. I walked away from him and the next thing I remember we were all getting taxis back to my friend’s house. Lee let me stay in his bed. Even then I was trying to get him to come up with me but he stayed on the couch.

The aftermath

The next morning we joked about it so I didn’t have to deal with too much shame or embarrassment. The lads have done worse so they couldn’t say much. I decided to give up on Lee, what was the point.

Now I’ll see him for the last time probably in two weeks, for my friend’s leaving do (she’s following her boyfriend over to Canada). I think I need to resign myself to the fact that he just likes to flirt with me when he’s drunk. So I just won’t put myself in the position to flirt with him. Casually avoid him and just enjoy my night.

What do you guys think? Have you ever done something silly over a boy/girl?



Bré x

Why am I single?

Recently someone (a guy) asked me how was I still single, because I seem really cool. This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked. I find guys ask this because they think it’s a compliment, maybe they think I’ll gush and fall for them. But this isn’t the way to impress me or get my attention. I can’t recall a single woman asking me this question. And I find it hard to believe that men get asked this question often.

It got me thinking anyway. When people ask this question I feel it implies that the only reason someone can be single is because a “suitor” hasn’t chosen to be with them. Nothing to do with our choices. I’ll be honest it does make you think “Wait why am I single? What’s wrong with me?” And so I came up with some reasons why I’m single. You can pick one or all of them, because they’re all true (at some level).

Why am I single? Because:

  • I want to be
  • I have high expectations
  • Of wrong choices I have made with men
  • Of mistakes I’ve made
  • I find it hard to trust
  • I haven’t found ‘the one’
  • I haven’t found someone I can put up with
  • I haven’t found someone who loves horror as much as me
  • I haven’t found someone who loves me enough
  • I haven’t found someone who’s not a massive dickhead
  • I fear commitment
  • I’m not emotionally or mentally stable enough right now for a relationship
  • I’m too young to settle down
  • I’m too old to waste time on fuckboyz
  • I’m still trying to get my own life together without worrying about another person too
  • I sometimes don’t have enough time to shower and eat never mind have to put time in with another person
  • I like flirting and enjoy my little crushes
  • I can’t commit to owning a dog right now never mind a human
  • Of my friends who are in horrible relationships
  • I don’t put up with shit anymore

So there we are. Some reasons why I’m single right now. Maybe next time a guy asks me I’ll send them this list and see if they’re still interested haha!



Bré x

Have you got good news?

Bloggers far and wide!

I’m looking for some help for a blog post, without giving too much away yet. Have you got some good or happy news you’d like to share?New job? Raise money for charity? Something awesome happening in your town? Someone’s birthday? Big or small, personal or to do with your blog, let me know!

You can email me at writingsofasinglegirl@hotmail.com or twitter is @singleGRLbrain

Please and thanks 😉

Bré x

The Irish Office-Episode 2

Hi everyone! You all seemed so interested when I wrote about my new job and the office ( https://writingsofasinglegirl.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/the-office-irish-version/ ) so I thought I’d let you know what else has happened!

On the road

Part of my new job involves taking over the accounts in Northern Ireland. This meant that last week me and my boss had to go to Armagh for me to get trained. Two hours in a car with my boss up and back. What on earth would we talk about? Linda who had to go up before said it’s grand. Mainly because the boss just keeps talking. She said I’d find out all about his wife. I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. I had heard she kept him on a tight leash, and that she ruled the roost. But he basically told me it. He was even late picking me up because as he was walking out the door she told him to watch the kids while she had a shower (surely she knew he had to leave early because he goes to Armagh once a month!). He told me that she doesn’t work because she’s at home with the kids (although she didn’t work before that either) but when he gets home he has to cook dinner and she tells him what to cook. He does the cleaning etc too. Apparently the reason he couldn’t do the walk ( https://writingsofasinglegirl.wordpress.com/2016/05/26/how-1km-becomes-5km/comment-page-1/ ) was because had to cook dinners for their holiday the next day! He tells the lads in work and they all think he’s mad.

The deli

There is nothing around our office but a little dinky deli. Nothing fancy. They got a new girl in and although she is lovely she can’t make a wrap to save her life. There’s never enough on it and one day I even made a point of saying nicely “oh can I get extra cheese on it?” “sure!”..Nope. Half of my roll had cheese. Linda is gas, she says skinny girls shouldn’t work behind counters because they don’t know proper proportions haha!

IT guy

Want to get over a crush? Start working with them. Seriously. He moans about everything. It’s too cold, too warm, we’re making too much noise, the phones vibrate too loud. Honestly, how did he seem so much more fun in my old office?

The clique

Yesterday they talked about how good a cake was (that someone brought in- people are always bringing in cake). For ten minutes. Ten minutes! I mean I like cake as much as anyone else but just shut up and eat it. Then today one of the girls was on the phone to someone and made a mistake and said “oh sorry that’s the blonde” and the rest started laughing “she’s hilarious”. Well firstly how is she funny that joke is so old. Secondly it’s a bad joke.

Oh and remember the table they love to sit at. I genuinely think it’s a compulsion at this point. We were sitting there the other day because we went on lunch early (I don’t even know why I’m trying to justify why we were sitting there). They all came in and started sitting in beside us. OK at a push, this table is designed for eight people. There were now twelve of us at it. Feckin’ twelve. Just sit at another table! I wouldn’t mind if they even included us in conversation but they don’t, so why sit with us?


Danny is still leaving as soon as the boss does (which can be up to two hours early). Recently he told me he is actually on probation because he called in sick a lot before his transfer. I would think that would be a good reason to make a good impression now. He seems to like the job but I’m not sure.

OK well that’s enough for this episode ha.

Bré x

When I was 14 I shaved my eyebrows

It was summer and we were hanging out in my friends estate. There was us few, the lads and another small group of girls we hung out with too sometimes. The other girls started talking about one of the girl’s eyebrows because she had got them done. They were really thin.They all kept saying how lovely they were. No one said anything to me but when I went home and looked in the mirror all I could see where two dark bushy brows. I thought about that pretty girl, and the other pretty girls saying how nice her eyebrows were. I thought about the boys standing around as the girls said this. Including the boy I fancied.

So I took the razor and I “groomed them”. I actually thought I could use a blade to evenly and symmetrically shape my eyebrows. To say I failed was an understatement. I basically shaved the ends off so they looked like two black blocks. I hid from my mother the next morning and ran down to my friends. She started laughing as I lifted the baseball cap up to show her. I wore it for the rest of the day. Oh did I forget to mention it was Good Friday? And that my friend’s mother made her go to church. So she said she’d go down with me. I had to go into church, take my baseball cap off and sit there with my head down. Luckily my friend told us we could leave after ten minutes because it meant she could tell her mother who she saw at mass and she would believe that we went ha.

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t ask my mam to bring me to get them waxed or something. I was barely shaving my legs and I guess I was too embarrassed to ask. And in that moment I hated them and wanted them gone. This post originally came to mind as just a funny embarrassing story to share but when I got thinking I saw a little deeper. I tried to make my eyebrows look like the other girls. To fit in. Looking back, the boys weren’t even listening. They didn’t even notice her brows.

When I was 19 I plucked them into thin little pencil lines. I cringe looking back but they were the trend at the time. I even remember my friend asking me to do hers like that. When I look back at photos as a preteen I had beautiful full brows and I wish I had never touched them. Fortunately in my early twenties I became more comfortable with my full dark brows and now I would never change them. Even today the trend is basically to have non existent brows and draw the perfect shape with make up. But I am over the trends. In fact I don’t actually let anyone else touch my brows now ha.

And it’s not just me. As a beauty therapist I met women of all ages who regret shaving or plucking their brows to fit in with trends because they no longer grew for them. I have actually said to friends I would hate to be a teenager now because there is a lot more pressure now to conform to the trends. You need to be happy with your own features. Make sure to go somewhere reputable that will shape them to compliment your face. This goes for more than just brows too. Be careful what trends you follow for make up, your body, diets, everything.

Well I think that’s enough preaching haha.

Have a great Sunday!

Bré x

Just a funny little story..

Hi all! I apologise for the absenteeism ha. I’ve been working like mad and then spent last weekend at Forbidden Fruit. Then my internet was acting the maggot this week blah blah blah.. You don’t care (I barely care). Anyway I’m back on track with lots of blog posts coming this weekend. I hope you all enjoy.

But I wanted to share this cute story with you. I was chatting to a lady, Barbara about nails the other day. She had lovely long nails and she told me she used to be a bad nail biter as a child. Then when she was about twelve her father told her a new girl started in his office. She had lovely long nails and all the boys fancied her. So then from that moment on Barbara never bit her nails again! Haha talk about motivation!


Bré x