I am up since 5 am this morning from a 5pm nap from last night, hoping to get over the terribly haunting jet lag from the multiple flights and travels I have put myself into since Oct 3.
It is Oct 10, 2010, or 10/10/10, the unique triple ten day in a century. The last calendrical combination goes back to Oct 10, 1910, before the establishment of the Republic of China by the Chang Kai Shek regime in Wuchang. Triple ten beats the double ten day chronologically. No political implication intended, I don't know Taiwan enough to either love it or hate it (I do love Taiwanese food though).
"It is simple a coincidence of arbitrary numbers with a special combination", I kept telling myself. Yet I cannot help but hoping that something miraculous would happen on this day in remembrance of my existence on this unique day. For it is not the number that makes any day special or ordinary, but the experience of interactions with other humans, objects, events, writings, activities in continuity with the past that immortalize a snippet of time.