I still can not believe that I lost my Gmail box! WooWooooo Last night when I was trying to receive the emails from Outlook Express, a window popped up to ask me to fill in the gmail password. This was very unusual because normally I should not be asked to do that as it has been set to automatically log in to my gmail account. Anyway I tried to enter the password, but nothing happened. The window still kept popping up and asked me the same silly question. After several times trying, I still could not get in. Gee! What the hell is going on with my Gmail? Then I turned to the Gmail Webpage to log in, but I was told “username and password doesn’t match”. I rushed to Gmail Account Management page, typed my username in there and tried to get my password back; the response I’ve got was “we could not find such account information in our database system”. Holly crap! I have never changed my password or done anything to my Gmail settings in the past 24 hours. How could this happen on me?

The first thing I was thinking after this terrible incident was someone hacked my Gmail and had changed every piece of information in my account. But after I cooled down and my brain started to work again (It did stop for a while), I realised that it only has a very tiny possibility to make me proudly become a victim of hewing technology. What the people hacked my Gmail for? There is nothing in my Gmail except commercials from some websites I used to subscribe, and neither is it even worth making a big effort to get a strange Chinese username. What’s the whole point to do that?

I was so frustrated, until a discussion has been done between me and my lovely LG. He told me he has been my Gmail in the afternoon and changed a couple of settings in there; and, at the same time he was logging in his another two Gmail accounts and tried to delete them. I know he is a clean and tidy guy who hates the unnecessary stuff and loves to do the tidy-up work all the time, but I don’t think he would have done this because that’s not his normal behaving style, thoughtful, sensitive, confident in what he is doing in a computer and very alert. And lucky enough I guess, there is no motivation for him to hate me so much that he has to delete my gmail. I just don’t get it…..seriously!

I have been pondering this issue for quite a while after I went to the bed and in this early morning an idea suddenly came up to my mind. According to a theory of Sherlock Holmes, after you have excluded all the possibilities, the left one, no matter how impossible it looks like, would be the truth. Unfortunately, there will be no way to prove it. We can not track back hours ago to find out how my dearest boy operated in my poor innocent and beautifully named Gmail account. I picture that he was swinging between many similar Gmail windows like Jazz and finally got himself totally lost.

Well….It’s going to be a mystery in the rest of my life. Thanks for the great cleaning job, my sweetheart! Your sick perfectionism finally left a milestone in the history of my Internet life.