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After catching up with Tham, BJ and Adi the night before at Bondi, the group (minus Tham) met up at the Opera Bar on my last night in Sydney. It is a glorious location, isn’t it?

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You look one side and there’s the Opera House. You look at another side, and there’s the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Glorious, like I said.

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As I soaked in the ambience and the house-music playing in the background, I thought to myself, “Damn this place is cool. ”

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We shared 3 beers and a bottle of red, and a platter of finger food. And in between conversations of essentially Adi saying “this beats the shit out of Perth anytime”, and BJ saying “since you are so social, you’d love Sydney”, I reluctantly nodded in agreement seeing as how much I really do love Perth.

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Something within me have started stirring. I have got itchy feet once more as you would now know.

After being suitably fed and liquored up, we ventured to the Opera House forecourt where they were showing the Australian Open on a gigantic screen. “It’s Roddick vs. Safin!” squealed Adi in delight.

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We didn’t get to finish watching the game because the wind was picking up and it was getting cold. Adi caught a taxi home, BJ went off to meet her boyfriend and I took the bus back to my uncle’s place. But not before promising them that I would seriously think about Sydney. They drive a hard bargain, them girls. :)