“If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
it's taken me too long to write about my last trip back to Miri. Ken came along too, we stayed at my parent's home for a week, with tight schedules due to my sister's wedding. i regret not having the chance to bring him to more places that meant a lot to me when i was a kid. though i don't remember much by now, so much has changed.
growing up, the beach was my happy place. it still is. so grateful that we had this one evening when my elder sister and her family brought us to Beach Republic for dinner. it's a new spot in town, where a restaurant opened up and benches were built in the horizon - but it is the same shore, this oh-so-familiar corner of the south china sea.
the nephews tag along, of course.. so Ken got so busy trying to keep this one in control. sometimes i wonder where he got his patience from. Daniel ended the evening with his usual loud-husky screaming, i wished we'd left him on the beach til he's calmed down a little. haha. we rushed back home afterwards, so there weren't any chance of doing that! (perhaps you can tell i have zero parenting skill, or in this case, aunt-skill).
he was really behaving at first, but only because he just woke up from his nap. shortly after this photo was taken, he gobbled up a huge burger by himself & begged for some of my noodles. eat up kid.
the beach was really quiet when we got there. the sun sets shortly after 6pm in Miri. we didn't get the chance to walk along the beach. maybe next time.
^ this is Adam, the youngest of my nephews. p.s he's a table-climber when he thinks no one is looking.
we'll be back Beach Republic, one day. just you wait.