Three 33 a.m.

Three 33 a.m. by Jossda Yip Special dedication to my father. ideal reader and treasured friend, with love. I was there. I saw it. I am a writer, so, of course, I want to write about it. Now what? This is an actual event, my very own firsthand experiences, requires a finesse for my valuable reader’s benefit, my friends’, my enemies, and myself. The way to handle the truth. I begin to wear the kid gloves, suddenly they will plump into boxing gloves, and before my enemies know it, I am ready to deliver that punch right to the killers faces. I was born in Hong Kong under a British colony. I am an artist, a winemaker, a musician and an international business tycoon. Born with the gene as a daughter of a diamond merchant; I only see the ocean, the mountain and a limitless sky as a dedicate Buddhist. A devilishly complicated story is about to open. A thick, tortuous plot with characters who reveal the sad spectrum of human negligence. This is story over half of the decade and confronting unwelcome truths. Read more