Moon Goddess: Lighting Up Your Darkest Hour

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You probably want to know why I call myself Moon Goddess.

My name is a personal name of Greek origin meaning “from Mount Cynthus.” The name Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess of the moon, Artemis, who was sometimes called “Cynthia” because, according to legend, the goddess was born on Mount Cynthus. Thus conveniently, I became the Moon Goddess. =)

I lead a very fulfilling life.

I have loving parents, a sweet sister, and a very adorable son who calls me Yiyi.

Recently, I just gave birth to another daughter, who will call me Yiyi, too. I determine to make ‘Yiyi’ her first words.

Yes, I’m a single Mom, who is attached, and I’m only 18.

I have a very nice boyfriend, who sometimes is not very nice, and he practically lives in my house, and we have hot sex everynight.

I’m contented with my current life, yet too much is never enough.

I dream about my Burberry white denim trousers along with a Giorgio Armani dark chocolate silk tailored shirt. A Hermes grape design enameled bracelet and a Dolce & Gabbana gold metal watch on both my wrists to go with my outfit.

To complete my look, there’d be a B. Fendi lace and embroidery medium shoulder bag, together with Dior cannage slouch boot that fits delicately on my sexy legs.

I will then step out to be ready to be chauffeured around in my Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, as I look at the world through my Valentino black diamond sun glasses.

Tagging behind me with a Prada patent leather dog collar would be my beloved Golden Retriever, as he fondles with the Emilio Pucci quadrifoglio silk shawl hanging from my neck.

If it should rain, I would expect my ready servant to be there to shelter me with my Louis Vuitton Arc en Ciel umbrella to prevent the rain from ruining my exquisitely designed Panthere de Cartier 18-carat white gold ring that comes in a set with my diamond-paved white gold links necklace of a wild panther that extends its elongated feline form. Not forgetting the black speckled coat of a panther, onyx earrings, teamed with brillion diamonds.

If I stand on a mountain made of diamonds and rubies, I’d shine so bright that they are, but dull stones.

I’d be the star of every scene, the role model of every young lady, the dream of every guy and the nightmare of every girl. I’d be so lovely that there’s no denying.

I’d mesmerize everyone in town, that all would be under my spell. My enemies would be in jail as I scoff at them while sipping wine.

A sparkling bestiary dream of mine?

I dream big.

Don’t judge me; because even if you do, it’s just mind over matter;

I don’t mind, and you don’t matter. =)

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Loving Life



To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.


~Woody Allen

 

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Everything you see here, be it the text or the pictures, are just figments of your imagination. Moon Goddesses do not exist. I do not not exist. Nothing you see here exists. Please do not blame me for anything you think I've said. You've only imagined that.

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