感人至深：My Love Story in 2003(2)

　　It was a dream, in which everything I did was for her. Every day I woke up grateful for the blessing of going to see her again; I started morning exercises that had beenstopped since college graduation; I would happily walk my doggie and picture an imaginary life with her where she and I were walking the doggie together; I would call her just to say hello, and started bragging about my lovely pet. She was always polite and friendly, and yet never implicated a sense of affection. The silly me stubbornly hoped that she might have become a little interested. And then I got crazy.

　　I wanted to know more about her. So I wrote her emails whenever I was struck emotionally. The highest record was five emails a day. No response. She simply ignored them.

　　I continued bombarding her with endless affectionate sweet words through emails, until finally she wrote back. If I had not remembered wrong, she totally wrote back two, both claiming that I was only a friend of her.

　　"What a poor excuse!"

　　I did not want to give up. Before she gave me a good reason, I wouldn't be disheartened.

　　"You've got to insist. Girls wouldn't accept a man easily, but are broken through in a long run." I strongly believed in this word that my bloody friends had preached. I will never, I say to myself today, believe and apply that any more!

　　I will now laugh at my crazy sentiments. I was really like a high school student despite the fact that I was then 29.

　　Email "Hacking"

　　One day I was so curious of her I decided to snoop into her emails. She was using an office desktop computer. I had not learned MCSE at that time and there was no domain yet in office.

　　We were working peer on peer. So there was no way sneaking into her computer through the intranet. I did not know any hacking technology, but later on she seriously believed I had hacked her. It was but a smart guessing of her password.

　　By my experience girls usually do not have a good sense of security about emails, computer system etc. So all of a sudden an idea came to me—she may be using the username of her email address as the password. I immediately tried.

　　Bingo! It worked like a charm! I was able to see all her emails.

　　That was very immoral and even a crime. I was only too involved. To my great frustration there was no clue as to what she might be thinking after I'd browsed through hundreds of her emails, most of which were spams from all online commercial websites, a direct disadvantage of using a free email account! I wanted to know what she might be communicating with her boy friend. No clue!

　　The email "hacking" did not expose my "malicious" intension at the beginning. I thought it funny that she was so poorly skilled with computer.

　　I did not lose heart, and grew more curious and passionate. Thanks to my good computer skill, I sneaked office hours to make a lovely homepage for her. I searched throughout Internet for a good picture of red rose, a love animation, and a romantic music. After the pages were built up, I began to worry about what words I should write. Not being a good writer, I had to search for nice words again in the cyber ocean. Finally I made a beautiful mini-website for her. But how could I make her see the site?

　　One late afternoon I sat before her computer after she had gone. With a bit of windows registry knowledge I planted an executable code at HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\

　　Windows\CurrentVersion\Run so that each time she started the machine she would see the lovely page, with a romantic midi.

　　I was very proud of this trick, and started to be delighted at how she would look like at this carefully made website, solely for her.

　　Very strangely nothing happened. She remained the same peaceful and undisturbed. By that time I had to believe a saying "A woman's heart is deep like ocean".

　　SARS Opportunity

　　When SARS broke out, the whole office panicked. My boss went so far as to order us not to talk with one another during lunch. So we had many funny, silent lunches together. Mouth masks were everywhere; People looked at each other in a suspicious way; Everything was weird!

　　Soon another chance came to me. Chinese traditional herbal medicine was believed to have a holy prevention against SARS. Many colleagues were drinking the medicinal soup. A student, She could not boil the herbs for soup. Then I mademy dear mother to the trouble of boiling a big pot. I said that it was for someone special. Mum smiled affectionately and wished me good luck. (I am still guilty for my not having secured a girl friend for her. I read in her eyes an earnest hope that I get hitched as soon as possible. But, alas, Mom, how can I marry a girl I don't love? I love you and hate to break your heart, but I don't want to break your heart even worse if I had a divorce. Therefore I've decided to take my time.)