T.A.G. 241 - Why I Blog & 10 Random Facts

Before answering a tag, it is customary to say who tagged you, but then you will be ungrateful to the person who tagged them, and the person who tagged the person who tagged them, and the person who tagged the person who……you get the picture (it all goes back to who created God, but that’s another story). Surely I can find a way to thank these people. As any blogger can tell you, the ideal tool to illustrate exponential tag progression is a flow chart. However since the universe is infinite, and Hani only perceives 3 dimensions (me myself and I), we will only be covering 3 recursions. To keep this educational, and spread link-luv, the flowchart is also an image map. I recommend clicking KJ, but watch out for smeagol err Moogle :P

Joe asked why I blog. In case you haven’t guessed, I find it entertaining!

10 Random facts about me (Tagged by Lost Within):

1. I put on a pair of headphones when I use my PC even if I’m not listening to anything. It’s a matter of habit.

2. I’ve had several nicknames (Honey, Keeko, Nunu, Hunhun, Abu Al Hun, Hino, Hannibal, Honey Money Dancing Shoes), and I hate all of them. My name is Hani!

3. I have about 30 pairs of socks for winter and another 30 for summer (very short ankle length). They’re all the same color (black), size, and type. Why mess with a good thing ?

4. My aunt was killed in the first gulf war. She was in a bus full of women and children escaping to Jordan, and was attacked with a rocket and machine gun fire as part of an air raid to enforce the US embargo. I hate all wars.

5. I always sleep in underwear on the left side with all the lights off, and the door closed/locked.

6. My dad taught me the multiplication tables by locking me up in the dining room. Whenever I wanted to get out, he would ask me a multiplication question, and if I couldn’t answer it, I had to get back inside. The next day at school, our class of 35 students had a contest, the teacher would ask a multiplication question to each kid in turn, and if they got it wrong, they were out. After several rounds, I was the only one left. My dad also taught me how to tie my shoes. I still don’t know how to tie a tie.

7. I used to whistle for hours at a time none stop (you have to know how to whistle breathing in and out to do that). My favorite song to whistle is Ahwak by Abd Ul Halim. I lost the ability or will to whistle for no apparent reason.

8. When we were kids, my brother and I slept in the same room. His bed was on the right side, mine was on the left. Whenever I have to consider anything to do with left/right, my mind flashes back to the orientation of that bed which I haven’t seen in decades.

9. I have a tiny scar that’s nearly invisible on the palm of my left hand. It looks like popeye’s tattoo. It is the remnant of stitches I had to get as a kid when the skin on my palm got torn by a rusty nail while breaking apart large fruit crates along with my cousin Basil for fun. Kids are silly!

10. I’m right handed, but I wear my watch on my right hand, and so did my grandfather, and my oldest uncle. I always clip the fingernails on my right hand before the left, because it is more challenging.

I hate getting snubbed, so I won’t tag anyone.