Eleven Minutes, what does it mean for you?

I have recently finished reading this book by Paelo Coelho, in which he depicts the life and journey of a prostitute from Brazil. For her, eleven minutes was the time it takes for a man and woman to complete one cycle and motions of having sex. She was at first hardened by the life she was going through, and gave up on finding love in that foreign land. She went through much, and found love at last and sex proved to be something that is more than eleven minutes.

What is eleven minutes to you? To me, it is the time it takes to get from my home to various shopping malls (my various second homes haha!) and the time it takes for me to roll out of bed every morning even after realising the alarm clock has snoozed and rang about 10 times, and I should really get out of bed NOW!

Time is really something we can't control... looking back at how long ago it was that I started this blog thing... it really was a blink of an eye ago that I was this pretty young girl who doesn't know much about the world besides what's in the papers. (not that I'm not pretty or young anymore, I still am! just maybe a pretty young woman now rather than girl) =p

Friends have changed and evolved and so have I, are there any who stayed? I sure hope there are...