oh, hell.

There's somebody, who is (already expected before), offering himself to be burnt alive.

Maybe he's not saying it directly, "Come, come bring some litres of gasoline and a lighter! Pour it on me and blah blah blah..." (why does it sound like a spell in a voodoo ritual?)

Maybe I do asked myself to be burnt, for posting in this blog while I'm still doing my tasks late at night.

What if I say, yes, he has taken a (very) tiny part in creating this f***ing magazine, but he doesn't have, what I call to be, good will (yeah, itikad baik!) and even a little piece of dependability?

Man, you really have to go to hell. It's you who have decided to.