THE WEEK OF HELL THAT ENDED ON A HEAVEN

Well here it is... The second long awaited blog post. Now, this will possibly be the longest blog post you will ever see/read and the longest blog post I may ever write.

Because trust me.

This was the longest week of unfortunate events I have ever experienced.

I'll start at the beginning, the moment that impacted it all.

On Tuesday November 21st, I saw Stevie Nicks live in concert at Spark Arena. Now before I go any further, I was going to do a review on this concert a few days after, however I didn't, but I feel it's more important and relevant now to add it in here. For anyone who knows me, Stevie Nicks is one of my biggest influences in music. Everything about her, from her voice to her lyrics, to her fashion, to her wisdom, she's a one of a kind woman. The concert was absolutely amazing, but then again, how could it not be. Hearing Stevie share her stories behind her songs, her tributes to friends including Tom Petty, Prince, and Malcolm Young, and just seeing a 69 year old superstar perform live had me in utter awe. I've always felt a connection with her, not only through her music, but through seeing her in interviews and the way she spoke about things. She's always been someone I've aspired to be like.

Throughout the whole concert, I sang along to every word of every song and danced until I could no longer stand.

Although the song always meant so much to me, in the past year Stevie Nicks' song 'Dreams' has really become a song stapled to my heart forever. You see, part of the reason why I am as into Stevie Nicks as I am is because of my Aunty Leslee. She's loved Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks for the longest time, and she would always tell me about the day she saw them live when she was 14 back in the 70s, and how she got on a bus and spent the day with dope smokers and hippies. She was always playing their music around the house, singing and dancing to their albums while doing housework or any other things that had to be done. the reason why 'Dreams' is so special to me though is because it is one of my Aunty's favourite songs. For a woman who went through many heartbreaks, it was a song that described Leslee in a way, a song that always reminded me of her. When I heard the first beat of that drum intro, I began shedding an abundance of tears from my eyes. It had been just a year at that time when my Aunty was diagnosed with cancer... Again. 10 years ago back in 2007, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and after the pain I saw her go through. However, one night we got a phone call and I never felt so lost. So lost in what to think, in what to say, in what to feel, in my faith. I could not believe that this time she had to go through another cancer again, and this time, she wouldn't be able to beat it, no matter how much chemotherapy, radiation and medicinal drugs involved. So although I cried my eyes out to that song, for the happiest reasons, I knew it then and there that something wasn't quite right. I felt a quiet kind of feeling, however, it was a feeling that I wanted to escape my body immediately. But it wasn't going anytime soon. It was a feeling I remember getting the last time something bad happened to a person. I just tried not to think anything of it, in hopes that things would be okay.

Flashing forward to Sunday the 26th of November, I had rehearsal, with someone I wasn't sure if I wanted to see or not. This person was the person I mentioned in my last blog. Although I was in an anxious kind of mood in the morning, the day panned out quite well. After a few rehearsals of being silent and not being in anywhere near distance of each other, we talked and got along well. It wasn't like the talking we used to be able to do, however, it was nice to finally talk to this person after weeks of uneasiness. I was beginning to think that this was going to be a good day...

That was until after rehearsal.

I don't know if I can ever walk into that Pak'nSave super market the same ever again after getting that phone call. The phone call that we had been emotionally preparing for for a year.

It had been 4 missed phone calls, one straight after the other. Then and there, we knew what had happened.

Well, at least my mum did.

The reason that mum grabbed her phone out of her bag was to use her calculator to see if we could afford biscuits for school lunches. When she had seen the amount of phone calls from her brother (my uncle), she knew something was wrong... She called back that number and instantly just held my sister's hand. I saw the tears coming... But I didn't know what exactly was coming... What exactly my mum was going to say. I knew it was about Leslee, however, with the amount of rushes to the hospital over the past year, I assumed that she was in hospital and she didn't have much longer. Maybe a few hours? a day to two? I didn't ask, because I didn't want the worst possible answer.

We were talking about it in the car but my mum still hadn't told me what had happen. She didn't use those words you would expect, she just keep saying that everything would be okay...

That was until she said "I just hope she went peacefully and there was no pain".

That's when I knew...

That's when I finally lost it...

There was a very strong reason I felt the way I felt singing my heart out to 'Dreams' on Tuesday night...

It was her.

When I got home, I just tried to get on with everything. I tried to get on with dishes, put away the groceries, and do anything that I normally would, the way I usually felt. I decided to take some time to just sit in my room, on my bed and ponder for a bit. There was an urge in me, telling me that I needed to play that dang wooden instrument that hadn't been taken out of its case in a few weeks. That I needed to play that dang song that I wrote for her in order to relieve the bottled up emotion and know she was with me.

So that's exactly what I did.

I barely made it through the end of the song due to the constant thought of her being physically gone was hitting me.

In fact, not gonna lie, I'm getting a bit teary writing and remembering this moment.

It was such a clear moment too.

Staring out the window into the gloomy grey looking sky, a sky that was a perfect match with my mood ironically.

That night was filled with more and more phone calls, to and from people...

But there was another phone call that night. Another one of those phone calls.

Before I get into that phone call though, I need tp let you in on some necessary backstory.

My mum is in a long distance relationship with a man who lives in Scotland, and although this might seem like the most insane thing ever, she's in a relationship with a man she's never physically met.

However, after all of our arguments and fights over our differences about it, I've talked to this man on video calls quite a lot, and I'll tell you, it's no catfish. This man is absolutely great, and I admit, I was wrong about the long distance relationship idea at first, however I have seen how much they mean to each other. It goes to prove, that the internet can be quite surreal and can be able to help form some loving relationships sometimes... Who knows? maybe possibly for life.

Now, my mum talks to this guy quite a lot, and they'll spend hours with each other on the phone (it can at times be excessive, however, it is long distance so what do you expect), but my mum was extremely saddened to tell him what had happened. I feel it's time I should probably name this guy now...

Believe it or not, Graeme (my mum's partner) had talked over video calls with my Aunty Leslee, sometimes even without my mum. At first, Leslee felt the same way as me about the long distance idea, and the fact that they had never physically met, but she grew extremely fond of him and thought he was the sweetest gentleman over the video calls.

Unfortunately, my mum did have to break the news to him and he was devastated, just like the rest of us.

After that phone call, no less than 20 mins later, I hear my mum's phone ringing from the kitchen.

I instantly knew something was wrong, and I instantly knew it was Graeme.

My mum knew too.

She raced into the kitchen and grabbed her phone so fast, you could've missed her if you blinked.

When she walked down the hallway, I heard the most shivering cry I've ever heard from my mother in my life. It was so shivering I can still remember how it sounded. It;s almost like I can still hear it. All I could think was Graeme's mother.

Graeme is very close with his mother, he's an only child and after his father passed away, she's all he had in Scotland. Without her, he would have no one apart from a few close friends.

No kids, No wife, No siblings.

He was all alone...

My mum came out later with a face of shock.

And that's when she told us that Graeme's mother had passed away.

I had heard so much about her. I was so hoping to meet her, to maybe give her some type of experience of having grandkids.

It will forever hurt me that she never got to experience it...

I never thought, in my life, that it would be possible to lose two people in one day, both separately on different sides of the world. Both from different families. I remember not sleeping very well that night, but how could I possibly after the day that I had... Because just when I thought things were getting good, it all turned to shit so quick. I wrote stuff down that night from lyrics, to chords, words, thoughts, feelings. I was just doing what I always did in these poignant situations.

Writing. It. Down.

The next day I went to school. I wasn't going to make the choice to stay home and wallow in my depressed thoughts and feelings... I wanted to see my friends to get my mind off things. But some of them didn't know what had happened.

I was dropped off at morning tea and made my way to my usual spot in the drama department. Someone had gotten there ahead of me, and asked where I had been.

Telling her the exact words of "I lost two people in one day yesterday" were probably not the words she was expecting.

I hadn't come to school looking or feeling as much of a mess as like that for almost a year.

I told her what had happened. Not every single detail, but I just told her about the day before.

Now, there's a reason why I don't like coming to school on Mondays, and although for a lot of people it's for many different reasons, theres's one period of the day that part of me dreads. That one period that should make you feel replenished and relieved after, yet makes you feel emotionally drained and makes you question everything about your faith.

CELP, aka Christian Living.

Basically towards the end of term, because all the year 11-13s are doing exams, the only seniors left at school are the year 10s. My year group. So for CELP, they gather all of us into the auditorium, and make us do what we had always done.

However, I just never really connected with it, and believe me, I wanted to but... I never felt right during it, which is weird seeing as in other worship times outside of school, I would never have a problem.

During this period, we were discussing about questioning our faith and how it's okay to ask question's about things within christianity and God.

Many people were asking questions such as "why do you have to wait till marriage to have sex" and "who created God?", but I had this urge throughout my entire body, all in my bones, to ask a question about God... Something that had related to what happened to me the day before.

that's when I told my entire year group that I had lost two people in one day and asked "If God was so caring, why does he make people who don't deserve to die, die".

If there was a brick in front of me, I would have picked it up and hit myself with it.

I felt so ashamed to ask a question like that, let alone not even thinking twice about what I was saying, but something in me had to get it out and ask the question. And that's why I don't like this period, because I was always feeling judged.

After that, I rushed with my friend to the bathroom. I needed to breathe, and I needed to get out of that auditorium just talk to someone alone.

Unfortunately, I didn't get that answer to my question because I walked out so early, but perhaps it was soon to be answered.

Lunch finally rolled around, but I didn't feel like eating. My friend (ah frick it I'll just say her name) Caley and I went and sat in our usual spot, only to find another fellow friend sitting there, feeling the same emotionally drained feelings as we did.

The three of us sat.

In silence.

For possibly 10 minutes.

For seven and a half of those minutes though, we spent our silent time listening to Bob Dylan's spoken word piece of 'Last thoughts on Woody Guthrie.'

I remember this fellow friend (dunno if he wants his actual name to be mentioned so we'll leave it at Kar) made me listen to this piece for the first time a few weeks ago, and I have to say, it may have had an impact on me that could serve as major.

Immediately after audio had finished there was another moment of silence. A different kind of silence. A silence that had almost made things better. All I could say to Kar about Bob Dylan's piece was "It's still as good as the first time I heard it"...

To which he responded with

"stand up"

...

What in the actual world?

...

"What?"

"stand up"

I was utterly confused and had no idea why he was asking me to do such a thing, however, I did it anyway.

Turns out, he just asked me to stand up so he could give me a hug. Because in times when you can't do a lot for a person, a hug can sometimes be the biggest help and comfort to someone.

After lunch, the day was seeming to be a lot less stressful...

I knew I had to go to school the day after that, and the day after that before I left for the funeral, but I was okay, because I knew I had the comfort of my friends around me.

But through this whole time, although I was getting flooded with messages sending love, thoughts, prayers and asking if I was okay, there was one person who I hadn't heard from...

One person who I'm sure would know as he saw me mention it on my social media. But then again, maybe he didn't.

Then again, I knew I was making up excuses for him.

I told myself, If I don't hear from him before or after the funeral, then I'm letting him go.

I talked to friends about what I should do and they agreed, and although I didn't want to make that conscious decision, I genuinely thought I would hear from him. To know that I didn't hear from him, possibly showed his true colours in the way he felt about me.

On Wednesday night, my mum was talking to my dad on the phone for the a millionth time this week, and this phone call was absolutely ridiculous. Basically, my dad snapped at my mum because although there was a funeral happing on Monday, it was originally his weekend to have my sister, and apparently that was more important than a funeral. You see, my grandmother who had been my Aunty's carer for the past 12 months had to do everything on her own, not just for caring for Leslee, but organising the funeral as well. She was all alone in this, and it was only right that My mum, sister and I be there for her that weekend.

Because my dad disagreed with this, he began to bring up all the past things that happened from 5-6 years ago, which had nothing to do with Leslee's death or her funeral. My dad hung up on my mum while she was trying to reconcile with him, and after the utter urge he had to try and make Leslee's funeral about him, I took matters into my own hands. I called him no longer than a minute later and he was being a smart ass, as usual, then I lost it. I hadn't lost it like that with my dad in almost over a year.

Part of the reason that I was mad is because the last time I saw her, my dad made up excuses to keep me from staying overnight with her.

The last time I saw her, I didn't stay overnight like I did the other times in the past year. I wanted as much time with her as possible because there was a thought somewhere in the back of my mind telling me "this is the last time you're ever going to see her". But my dad had to take that away from me... Because he was more important than a woman who didn't have much time left on this earth.

I was hoping she'd make it to christmas, that way I could see her in the summer holidays, but she didn't.

I don't want to hold grudges, but I don't think I'll ever fully forgive my dad for that.

Anyways, I completely lost it over the phone with him, to which he hung up on me after telling me he had decided he now wasn't going to the funeral, to which I threw my phone across the room out of pure anger.

I then sent him a text message stating that he be there at the funeral on monday morning for my sister and I, to be there to support us.

He didn't respond.

Yet again, I didn't expect him to.

I didn't talk to him for the rest of that week. I didn't want to talk to him for the rest of that week, so I tried my best to shut him out of my mind.

On Thursday, before we left for Auckland to get on our flight, I was scrolling through Facebook and received the most jaw dropping and infuriating message I had ever received in my life.

A few days after Leslee's passing, I put a post on my music Facebook page about her, including the last photo I ever took with her. I mean, she meant so much to not only me personally, but my music as well so how could I not?

My mum shared it to Stevie Nicks' official Facebook page, in hopes that Stevie might see it. However, another person saw it and decided to write the most cruelest thing I've ever seen on social media. Troll or not, this was uncalled for and deplorable.

This is what Leslie Buie from Oklahoma wrote on Facebook...

"Disgusting godless woman

Isiah 57:4-7 King James Version (KJV)

4. Against whom do ye sport yourselves? against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? are ye not children of the transgretion, a seed of falsehood.

5. Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?"

Listen closely you will learn this day. The devil had a job to do.. He did it very well. Going around gathering the wicked to be burned in the ground. Wicked and soulless generation."

I. Could. Not. Believe. It.

A woman, who doesn't know me, doesn't know Leslee at all, who after stalking her facebook page is a christian, had the utter nerve to post a hideous and non-christian comment as horrible as that.

They say, if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.

But if this woman wanting to play with fire, you bet I was going to throw a fireball at her too. So therefor I wrote...

"For someone who clearly labels themselves a 'christian' you have absolutely no heart. If you serve and honour the lord, what gives you the right of mind to say something as horrible, vile and disgusting as that. You don't know me you never knew my aunty, so why would you say something as 'godless' as the comments you have posted... If the devil has a job to do 'going around gathering the wicked to be burned in the ground' I would watch out for yourself Leslie! Your comments have proven that yes, we do live in a wicked and soulless generation, and YOU are a wicked and soulless person.. Those were comments I would expect to hear from satan himself...

Ephesians 4:32

Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."

Okay, I admit, I got carried away and shouldn't have said some of that as it was kinda wrong to label her as soulless and wicked, however i was sick to my stomach and incredibly angry. It was a photo of my sister, my aunty, and I we were smiling all smiling and she had her tongue out. Why? Because she was a woman full of happiness and humour.

But it didn't end there... Leslie Buie kept on going

"You may be a good person but clearly that one with her tongue out knew what she was doing"

"This is the end of days the time of pleasantries is over. You choose this day whom you will serve or perish the second death"

"Maybe 3.5 maybe 7 but sooner than that we will all be sealed so if you choose a heathen pagan path... the kingdom of heaven want be open to you. Repent and choos Jesus Christ. Everything you think is awesome in this life is but a shadow of what is in the kingdom."

Might I just add, you may notice many grammer, punctuation and spelling mistakes. I deliberately left them like that because not only was that exactly what Leslie said word to word, but it also goes to show how even more ridiculous these comments were, therefore I felt no need to correct it.

I then ended the situation myself after that. I told her to delete her comments as her negativity wasn't welcome, and then blocked and reported her to not only Facebook, but to her work as well. You see, Leslie Buie works at an organisation called 'YHVH', a christian community. Needless to say, I screen shotted her comments and sent them in a message to the Facebook page, to which they were quite rude telling me they needed to ''SEE the comment on the page'. However, by the time I had received that message, Leslie's comments were taken down by Facebook.

During that day, my mum, my sister, and I were very anxious about our flight. Because my dad is known to be quite maniacal, after wednesday night we had suspicions he may have cancelled our tickets, seeing as he paid for them. However after being told we were on a qantas flight instead of emirates with only a booking fee and no tickets, turns out he hadn't cancelled them.

Over the next few days, there was lots of visits from family and friends, lots of stress, but the one thing I noticed was how quiet things were. It was uncomfortable to walk around the house in silence, to walk in or past Leslee's bedroom and not see her there.

She wasn't making a coffee or sitting outside smoking a cigarette, she wasn't baking in the kitchen or painting something.

No matter how many people were in the house, it was still empty without her.

Absolutely empty.

Over this time, I had a lot of support from my close friends through Facetime calls and messages, however, still there was that one person who hadn't said anything...

It's not in the way that I'm saying that I'm expecting to hear from every person, but if someone in his family had passed and I knew about it, I would message him to send my condolences and ask if he's okay. Because that's what you do.

Sooner enough, it was finally Monday.

The funeral.

A few moths back, on the day I did the Smokefree Rock Quest heats, I played the song I wrote about Leslee to her over a video call. She had been rushed to hospital the night before, so I knew I needed to have her hear it.

I thought that was hard. But little did I know that playing it on this day without her alive in the room would be 1000 times harder.

That morning I had also gotten a text from my dad saying that he was now coming to the funeral.

The last time I was asked to play at a funeral, I couldn't do it. It was at my Grandpas, another person who didn't deserve to go so young. Needless to say, I broke down in tears and and physically, emotionally, mentally couldn't do it.

This time I was older, and this time I didn't want to repeat that same mistake.

I was going to make her proud and do her justice.

I don't think I'll ever forget that performance in front of friends and family, some I hadn't met and some I hadn't seen in over 10 years. But more so, looking at that clock on the back of the wall and thinking "If only you had had more time"... I played the song the whole way through. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I did it knowing she was proud of me.

After the funeral, the majority of friends and family came back to the house for some afternoon tea. It was great to catch up with a lot of people I hadn't seen in a long time, and although bittersweet, family was brought together.

While hanging out with family I received a text from a friend who was taking care of my dog...

"Hey are you free to talk?"

I knew instantly that something had happened to my dog Louki.

Louki, my dog, had a connection to Leslee. I'm not sure what kind of connection it was, but they loved each other very dearly. I had always thought that when Leslee goes, Louki will go as well.

Over the past year, when Leslee was getting sicker, Louki was getting more and more sick as well. He became diabetic, he lost an increasingly amount of weight, he lost his eyesight in both eyes, and he was becoming tired. The only reason we didn't put him down is because he was still the same loving dog he always was and wasn't in any suffering or pain. I mean, would you put a blind person down or a thin person down? No, so why would I put Louki down when he was still loved and cared for by us.

I received a phone call a few minutes later...

Louki had gone missing.

On the day of Leslee's funeral, Louki had gone missing.

I had already lost 2 people, and I was about to lose another...

I tried to keep calm, but I couldn't understand how he was gone. He wasn't in the house or in the backyard.

Did someone steal him? Was he thin enough to fit through the fence and escape? Had someone found him and disposed of him? Did he get hit by a car?

So many thoughts were running through my mind, and I couldn't do anything about the situation.

I was in Australia. There was nothing I could do except hope he was okay. It felt so wrong having to lose him this way as well.

But at that point, all I could think is that Leslee picked him up on the way.

As the day continued, and as I stressed more about Louki, there was still something on my mind.

I still hadn't heard anything from him. That one person I expected to hear from...

I didn't know why I hadn't heard from him.

I decided not to let another moment waste, I opened snapchat and messaged him saying if I could ask him a question, and that he was to answer this question honestly. He was okay with it, so I finally did it.

I asked the question that would either make or break everything.

"Do you still feel the same way you felt about me on production night."

To which he responded that he was busy and couldn't talk right now. He said he'd talk later, but I was convinced he was going to leave this hanging...

I was wrong.

After a long, and I mean looonngg nap, I got a message from him...

A message that revealed and broke it all.

He said that he was sorry...

He was sorry that he gave me the wrong impression.

Because he nerve liked me romantically.

I didn't think it was possible to feel relieved yet so mellow about his reply. But it meant I didn't have to ponder any longer.

Did I waste all that time for the past year? replying to the messages where he said he loved me, messages that gave me the impression that he liked me romantically. I swear, I know when I'm over analysing things, but I never over analysed the things he said, because you don't say those things unless you truly love and care for someone. But to him, I guess that wasn't the case.

Maybe he just found someone else and lost feelings for me? Maybe he lied about the things he said? I don't know. I never got a clear answer out of him from that reply. I honestly don't think I'll ever get a clear answer out of him about what happened. Which goes to prove, he wasn't honest, and I can't be with a person who does that.

At least I now know and I'm not put under the thoughts and stress anymore.

What an ending.

And still through all this, he said nothing relating to my Aunty...

The day after the funeral, we flew back home.

I had to walk into my house to find that Louki wasn't there, no matter where I looked.

I went to school the next day, despite everything that happened. I was asked the week prior, before Leslee had passed, to perform at the year 10 prizegiving.

I didn't decide what song I was going to perform, but after what happened with that someone, I knew exactly how to get those thoughts and feelings out of my system. I wrote a song a month back about the coffee situation and how he hadn't asked me, so I thought it would only be right to perform it. It was also my last day of school for the year, so it was nice to end it off with a bit of music.

As soon as I got home that day, I began to look for Louki. I walked to all the places he could have possibly gone, I made flyers, and posted the news on my social media. I was doing everything I can to look for him and get answers. At that point, I didn't mind whether he was dead or alive, I just wanted to know where he was or what happened to him, because I would not be able to deal the rest of my life wondering where he went.

My mum came home and put a post on all the Tauranga/Mount Facebook pages that were pet related, and within an hour we found him. Turns out, he had escaped and someone who worked at the vet had found him and put him in some very caring hands.

All day, at any chance there was a time to pray, I prayed that Louki would be found. I prayed that I found out what had happened to him.

I could not believed that my prayers had been answered. My mind was blown and my heart was fulfilled.

So to the big guy upstairs, thank you endlessly. To all the people who shared the message around, I'm so eternally grateful. Thank you x

The next day I picked him up, and to my surprise, he was alive and well. The vets took great care of him, and I finally had my boy back in my arms. I saw the hope I had been looking for, perhaps the answer from my CELP question.

I didn't think that this one week of hell would end on a heavenly note. After losing 2 people, having my heart broken by the boy I thought who loved me, my dad's behaviour, my dog going missing, who knew that some light would shine through.

For now, I'm going to keep doing what I do best.

This week was a week I will never forget. A week that taught me so many valuable lessons, a week that pushed me over the edge for the best.

After hearing Stevie Nicks' words on that Tuesday about living life to the fullest and playing 'The Youngest' (Leslee's song) at the funeral, I have never been more serious about the places I want to go and the things I want to do. From now on, I'm writing down something every day about my day, whether it's a word, a poem, even a song, I know that I just need to write. I'm now going to do everything I can to make my Aunty Leslee proud, to keep going for opportunities and shooting for the stars just like before, no matter if she's here or not.

I don't know if I can express in words how much Leslee meant to me. She was someone who seemed so immortal, a woman who I was so close to. She's free from the pain now, and she truly is where she is meant to be. A better place. A place of no suffering, a place full love and happiness, a place of freedom. My love goes out to Leslee's friends and family. To her children, grandchildren, and siblings. We lost a legend that will never be forgotten. Although she's gone, she'll always be in the next room. She'll forever be felt around, as she was an unforgettable beautiful human being...

Before I end this post, I want to give a massive thank you to everyone who sent their condolences and support over that week. I want to thank my close friends who listened and comforted me, who spoke to me and stood by me. I want to thank my mum and sister, we stuck through this hard time together. A thank you to my dad for changing his mind to come support his daughters. To all my friends and family, thank you for your messages. To the boy who left me heartbroken yet relieved, I guess you deserve some credit. To my Grandmother aka Sha Sha, a woman who was the most hard working woman I ever saw in the past 12 months, thank you for your strength and courage before, during, and after taking care of Leslee. Without you, she wouldn't have lasted as long as she did.

In general, just thank you to everyone who reached out, it means so much during times like this...

If you're also someone who is going through a tough time, feel free to reach out to me if you need some comfort. After the week I experienced, for anyone else in a troubling time, I know how important it is to have support from people. To know that they're not alone, and that there's always someone to talk to.

I'll be posting some more vids to youtube soon, I'll keep you updated.

Thanks for reading...

Until next time

- paras xx