Do you know what Facebook is doing with your account data?

~by Sam Insanity, written on 20th of March 2011

While it takes me a lot of inspiration to post on my blog (which takes weeks or even months), this is an issue that has to be addressed to as much users as possible with me furiously typing away.

Facebook, the social networking giant with more than 600 million active users that killed the private life of people (as well as being the most visited website on the Internet) has had its share of privacy scares in the past (do read this); changing the Terms of Service policy monthly in a very secretive manner under the user's noses just to cater to Facebook partners and escape lawsuits, making it difficult to keep your private data safe and secure. So I beg the question:

So what exactly does Facebook do with your data?
As it turns out, quite a lot.
In January of this year, Facebook announced in its developer blog that it would be allowing the third parties that develop its partner applications to access users’ home address and telephone information, though these parties can only obtain this data if users give them explicit permission to do so, which most people don't give a shit and click the 'Allow' button.

Facebook temporarily suspended this feature just three days later — after the inevitable public outcry — but decided to move forward with the plan in February. Due to the controversial nature of the move, Facebook has also said it is “actively considering” whether to restrict users that are under 18 from sharing the data.

IT security firms now warn users to remove all personal information from their profiles, lest rogue applications with malicious intent — like spammers and those that illegally trade in credit card information — take hold of your data.
It’s not much of a secret that major networks can sell your private information to advertisers, but some consider Facebook’s policies particularly disgustingly shocking when it comes to the practice.
In 2008, Facebook launched “Engagement Ads,” which would prompt users to interact with a targeted ad once they login (such as “like” a product or RSVP for a movie) and then grant marketers access to what users did with that information, as well as share it with friends to get it in front of “more eyeballs.”

As I illustrate below from my Facebook profile, have a look at the 'Event Planner' section.


While most people skip the Terms of Service and don't give a hoot about what Facebook is doing with their data, I for one.. find it shocking when I browse through a korean friend's profile and all kinds of advertisements on Korea or korean products pop up on the side of the bar in facebook, not that I pay attention while still notice it but still,

It's creepy.

I discovered facebook had been secluding us facebook users from interacting with all of our friends, correcting the belief that Facebook makes the world smaller by expanding networks. I found it strange I was interacting with the same faces over and over when I had 900 friends I wanted to keep in touch with, but never saw their status even once.


Turns out the fuckers controlling Facebook introduced
'Friends and pages you interact with most'


As illustrated above, I print-screened Facebook and made this picture above, the targeting actually got worse.

While I why it was happening, I wanted to hide the post of one mad person updating her status (like, 2 fucking statuses per minute) then only did I find this feature, and I was shocked as I was very unhappy.

I deduced that when Facebook updated us to their new interface, they secretly set our setting to 'Friends and pages you interact with most' by keeping us in our usual circle of friends, we'd be more likely to stay on Facebook than talk to strangers, which might even be elaborated further with the aim of generating future business and perhaps advertise on facebook to create more income for them perhaps.

In short, Facebook is controlling how we meet, talk and interact with the people in our lives.

What a dangerous website, damned Facebook.

In short, watch this video.


I never use my real name on Facebook
By choosing my online name Sam Insanity, no credit card firms, shady people or big companies can obtain my private data to send stupid shit to my email/phone

I always deny requests to update my phone number into Facebook
As soon as I accepted with my old number, the Ministry of Sound Malaysia sends me bullshit spam to my phone so I have a new number now.

I never accept requests from people less than 20 mutual friends
Doing so jeopardizes my privacy, it could be my boss from work who created another Facebook account and added me just to spy on my photos and listen on office rumors.

The only application I allow to access my data is Twitter in order to update Facebook from my new Blackberry while I'm away from home.

Pretty soon Facebook will introduce the new 'Facebook phone' and spam our handphones with updates, the fuckers.

You fuckers.

To add fuel to the user's outrage, in 2010, Facebook announced that it would automatically opt users into a kind of mini-Facebook connect on third-party websites in order to “personalize” your fucking online experience.

Basically, this means that advertisers and Facebook partners have access to your unique “cookie” data, and use that information to display information about your friends and their actions on the site (such as having “liked” a company.) The websites also have the ability to share this information with “everyone,” which is the default setting on Facebook. These sites now have access to your profile and can access your name, profile picture, gender, city, networks, friend list, likes/interests, and fan pages.
Moreover, even if you choose to deactivate your account, Facebook still retains your data in case you choose to re-enable it, which caused a privacy uproar in 2009 when its Terms of Service was once again changed. (Basically, Facebook has the right to freely use information you leave out in the open, even after you close your account.) Even if you delete your account, your comments and messages to friends will be left in tact. Two weeks after you've deleted it, you will not be able to recover your account and Facebook takes ownership of it.
Many are concerned about the selling of users’ private information without their consent — so much so that even Congress has gotten involved.
Senator John Kerry (D-MA), the chair of the Subcommittee on Communications, Technology and the Internet, wants to investigate data-mining and protect consumers at the same time; he’ll be introducing a bill in congress later this year that will require companies to let you know that you’re private information is secure, and allow you to opt out of providing the information in the first place. The Federal Trade Commission (FTC) will begin hearings on March 16, 2011 to try to prevent consumer harm.
In 2010 alone, 14 privacy and consumer advocate groups filed a complaint with the FTC against Facebook.


~Sam Insanity

Johnnie Walker Malaysia: The Black Circuit Lounge 2011


Dear Readers ( especially bloggers! )
I bring you much joy.



Johnnie Walker, the World's number one Scotch whisky

Partnering up with the brilliant, and highly successful Champions of the world, the legendary Formula 1 team, McLaren Mercedes!

Can you spot Mr. Walker?


Together, they share the values to win, innovate, and to create leaders such as


Lewis Hamilton
2008 Formula One World Champion (along with many other tiles won)


Jenson Button
2009 World Driver's Champion (with many other titles won as well.)


The dark knights Johnnie and McLaren will once again.. present a replica of the posh lifestyle the Johnnie Walker F1 drivers have privileged unrivaled and undying elite access into, to Kuala Lumpur known as....


Oh I remember this, baby.

(..and plenty of this)


The Black Circuit Lounge

Date & Venue is secret.

There are rumors, that event invites have already run out since the beginning of February.

Friends have cried to me! On their knees.... begged me... Even so go as far as look me in the eye, lie to me about their mothers and threaten me to get invited to The Black Circuit Lounge.

See for yourself. (Best watched on youtube in HD mode)


I could not put into words how it feels to be invited to The Black Circuit in Malaysia again for the second year round.

Especially after experiencing the VVIP treatment of
2010's Black Circuit Lounge.


And we know why.

I have witnessed the lifestyles of F1 drivers, and what amazes me most, is not how many trophies they've acquired,

Button in his head: 'What in the.. man the organizers must be nuts,
why am I holding a giant tuba?'

Lewis: 'If diamonds are girl's best friends,
then who needs girls when I have trophies and fast cars, Eh? EH?!'


Not how many times they're seen with gorgeous ladies,



(Bloody hell, even I could do better...)


And definitely not being surrounded by cameramen, every damn minute.

"Calm down you media-dogs!"

But what fascinates.. what fascinates me most about the life of these F1 drivers

Will always be their iron will of never giving up.

Yes. My sentiments exactly


Lewis Hamilton chased his dream from the age of 11 until he became the youngest driver signed to F1 drive. His father quit his IT job and took up 3 jobs a day just to support Lewis's go-kart career, it was impossible, but it paid off.

Jenson Button took the world after 10 years of racing, to be where he is now and was signed into good ol' Johnnie Walker's partner, the legendary Vodafone McLaren Mercedes deadset on winning the F1. It was twice as impossible, but it paid off.

I never knew humans could reach that level of patience, struggle, and determination. Sam Insanity gives his admiration to them.

Well I don't just 'think' I deserve to experience a part of their life with Johnnie Walker, I have made solid plans to live it out.

Twenty years.. it's been 20 long years that took me through much agony, much tears, much pain, much mourning to find my passion, and a place for me to fit into.

I will never take back the words I've said before about my previous life.

'The 9-6pm working life brought me deeper and deeper into depression. There was no one to talk to, and no one I could call a friend. I remember that day.. I'd prefer not say it in public, but it was the biggest fight of my life to take on my dad. A year later things have changed. I live the way I want to. I have yet to TRULY taste success, but I can smell it closer now more than ever.. it's near by and I just have to keep walking, even if the road is harsh. Every step is a learning process.'

Ambitious, Uncompromising.

I am still walking, and as one of Johnnie Walker's missionary, it is my mantra to keep walking.

Here's a sneak-peek of what's to come in The Black Circuit Lounge 2011

Hubba hubba.
I'm looking forward to seeing Sophia Lin ;)

Lewis in his head: 'Yesssssssss.'


Race ya' there.



“NEVER DRINK AND DRIVE.”


-Sam Insanity

Life.

Dear Readers,

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose marriage. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose spending on her superficial materialistic desires. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a 5-star suite every week in Las Vegas. Choose divorce. Choose eating expensive food. Choose a high-flying superficial lifestyle filled with fake friends looking to use you. Choose following the rich around. Choose bossing shop assistants making them feel tiny. Choose smiling and dying inside every single day. Choose marriage to a stripper. Choose finding out she's underage, get fucked over losing half of what you own. Choose wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose gambling it all away. Choose living in a wooden house filled with rats sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing demoralizing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose feeling dead inside. Choose crystal meth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, becoming nothing more than an embarrassment fat ass fucking up your little kid's future you reproduced to replace yourself. Choose discovering music. Choose Living. Choose becoming a singer at the age of 39. Choose chasing your dreams.. a little too late. Choose a Life filled with pain, suicide and death, filled with regrets.

I find myself these days, tired, lost and confused.. but I am walking. I am learning. I am changing, I am trying, I am loving, I am hating, I am crying, I am meeting new people everyday, I am Living without regrets, and I am not dying inside.

My superficial Life meeting fucking pricks with fake smiles has ended, and my Journey has begun.

Truth is, Life is materialistic, and everybody out there is wanting to use and to be used. Everyone is out to get you, but you can stop it. You can mold it to one with your tiny fingers, or big hands.

Life isn't about maintaining an image of something you're not, looking hard to profit off someone, and jumping on every opportunity that comes by, it's a journey to find yourself, your soul, it's about making friends who will actually give a damn about what you're doing to yourself, it's about sharing knowledge, working hard, and teaching young ones new things, it's about learning how to care, while being careful not to get fucked over by a fake, plastic people wearing Gucci suits zombies driving BMWs feeling dead inside.


~Sam

Top 10 parties of 2010 (according to me)

If there's two things you'd know about me by now it's me going to exclusive parties day and night as well as slowly if never updating my blog because of all the partying.

These days you could easily transform from a nerdy geek into a model so-called model. Take me for example back in January 2010, that kid who lost all directions in life with no hopes and dreams after education, solution?

Listen to mom.


Serious shit yo.

That unforgettable morning I was dressed like an ah pek (old uncle) ready to head home in mom’s car and out of the blue she nagged me to try out for Amber Chia’s (our country’s most famous supermodel, in Malaysia) Ford Models Supermodel of the World 2009 model search.

I found myself holding a plastic bag of groceries whilst scratching my bum in front of KL’s key industry fashion elites, Amber Chia, Benjamin Tong, Kee Hua Chee, Mama G and Azrul Kevin Abdullah wearing shorts exposing my sexy bushy legs and slippers with me cute little toes sticking out.

"Wazzappppp Amberaaah"


Fast forward skipping the preliminary rounds I suddenly found myself placing as the top 10 male models in the country which was seriously what the fuck, and ever since then it’s been nonstop partying every single week with Kuala Lumpur’s most beautiful crowd.

Nice ass, I must say.


By Chrismas Eve 2010 I had 18 invites via facebook and 3 by phone text messages.. did I say 18 invites?

With such elite partying qualifications under my belt, I hereby judge

The top 10 parties in 2010. Let the parties be reviewed!


No.10 Model’s night at Muse

This was earlier in March 2010 when my hair was still blonde.


"Hai sexeh"

Model’s Night was organized by my brother from another mother, Josiah Mizukami right after Ford Models.

Elite supermodel and actor Josiah Mizukami and I

Picture drinks, airconds and music just failing on 400 models rubbing onto each other like some shoulder humping orgy all happening in a bar as tiny as my fucking bedroom like train stations of India.

Fuck youuuuuuu

So packed the ladies needed to climb up to the DJ for air

In other words it was way too successful to the point everybody and dog wanted in that tiny mouse hole cubicle of a bar.

After all the shoving elbowing and pushing for 2 hours, everyone left and I refreshed myself by grabbing some Russian pimp’s jug of orange juice pouring it all over my steamy face back to life.

Sweat baby sweat.

Rated 4.5/10 by me

Sweat tub much? Could have been awesome if a lot less models came.


no.9 GLAM Magazine

The gorgeous Cassandra Patrick asked me to accompany her at GLAM Magazine 2010’s party.

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Presenting...

Myself and
the stunning, the beautiful
Miss Malaysia Tourism,
Miss Universe Malaysia and
Ford Supermodel winner (whew)
Cassandra Patrick!

You're stunning as usual dear ;)

For the first time in KL and probably my life, I met some Malay girls who were actually pretty hot and stylish not wearing tudungs.



The guy to my left is Jimmy Lee,
a very famous fashion designer.

We're famous baby!


Jimmy, Cassandra, (myself) Sam and some random girl

Attention seekers squeezing in with us. We're riiiight at the middle

We absolutely didn’t know anyone there, so we left early. The only thing that made the night somewhat not a waste was the free Lancom’e perfumes I got for Kate.

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With a few other magazines.

Much loves dear.

Rated 5/10 by me

Booring. Too many strangers. Let's crash a better party next time, Cassandra!


no.8 Hennessy Artistry at Mist Club & MINES Convention Centre

Refer here. for the full Hennessy review.

Rated 6/10 by me

Rated low because the previous was held in Mist Club (gross), drinks ran out (and they call it free flow) and the airconds failed on us, as usual (double gross). Also because I saw that drug sniffer pill-swallower slutty Yano and her pimp gigolo boyfriend pervert Botakz Wee. Those two can rot in hell.

At Mines Mizz Nina totally sucked ass. I was so bored to death I left a little early if not for my friends being there.


no.7 DKNY Belvedere Vodka

If there’s one thing stopping you from partying, it’s getting paid to be at a party.

DKNY hired me as a pilot, to just stand there.. wave to the patrons and take pictures. Right.

Sexy oui.


Pilots = girl's eye candy.



It was getting sooo boring.


Luckily the 2Ps of Party.. partylord Patricia and sister of madness Pauline saved the day. I got pulled by the tie to the dance floor cracking out the Cha-Cha moves, later having Belvedere vodka forced down my fucking throat.

Kids, study to be a pilot. Seriously.

Payment that night $300 + x1 Belvedere Vodka Bottle + raped by ladies in
front of DKNY’s boss and friends = Priceless.

Rated 6.5/10 by me

In yo face, boss.

no.6 Jane Kwan’s Birthday Madness

Tell you a secret, if you’re seriously looking for girls in a club, crash your fucking lady friend’s birthday party, especially if she’s a model.

Jane Kwan's birthday!

Never have I seen so many fucking hot girls together in the club until Jane’s birthday.


Never have I had to play the role of the camera man by using my shitty Nokia failphone, because everyone smartly forgot to bring a fucking camera.




That night was filled with endless untold stories of girls making out and buns rubbing into my eyes.

Epic, but that was just no. 7.

Zouk Club did pay me to party by the way.

Payment that night $100 + being a retarded photographer with a Nokia snapping slutty pics of 14 (hot) girls together = Epic Fail.

Insanity rating 7/10


no.5 ZoukOut 2010, Tiesto, David Guetta and Afrojack


I actually bothered to spend on a party, but it wasn’t just any party. It was the fucking party of all parties.

Dutch invasion by


The 3-time world no.1 DJ, Tiesto http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EaE0_gQLw0




Superstar 20 million multi platinum album selling DJ David Guetta. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beGjncfEPt8

Remember that cramped-ass India train station Model’s Night at Muse? Well this one had a record-breaking 35,000 party people crammed into an area the size of just 2 football stadiums.

ZoukOut was 4 times packed than shown in the photo.

The Dutch invaders played at Arena 1, and it was so hell on earth cramped with a 20,000 strong crowd in just one arena.

Being a smartass I got my hands on the tickets a day after distribution was announced. Avoided the 1km-long queue of idiots who didn’t and got stuck outside.

Rated 7.5/10 by me.

Bad news was my toe being stepped on 50 over times and all that pushing and sweating by tall white men. Gross!


no.4 7aste New York


Good sounds from Sean the beatboxer, great hilarious performance by the great Harith Iskandar. Lots of prizes given out.

This party was thrown just this month, and there is absolutely nothing better than partying with people you know.








Andy, Jason and myself got stripped


Girls had their arms around me





Jokes.

I also won a fucking Ralph Lauren jacket! the grand prize of the night.




Went home drunk and happy, this party spells S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N.

Worthy of my presence,

Insanity’s rating 8/10 with two thumbs up.


no.3 Johnnie Walker Black Circuit Party



My buddy Gary Leow happened to get me a VVVIP invite into this year’s party meant for country’s top figures and most powerful media industry players.


Whiskey bottles was free-flow. BOTTLES.

It was bottle after bottle after bottle after bottle. If I could remember right our group had about 15 bottles of Johnnie Walker’s Black Label that crazy evening.


No doubt one of the best parties I’ve even had because I was totally drunk and screaming, flinging my head everywhere and even got the sexy DJ’s attention.

This is also where I met my new buddy Charles James Wright. Even typing out his name makes me feel America is proud of him.

Don't mess.

Okay, that didn’t make sense but anyway.. YOU DA MAN CHALRES. Happy birthday by the way, everyone loves you.

Music, ambience, environment, ladies, drinks.


Insanity rating, 9/10. Dying for the next one, literally.


no.2 Cay Kujiper’s Retro-styled Birthday

I was invited to the gorgeous Cay Kujiper’s party.

Cay Kujipers.

As you can see from the pictures…...
I’ll let them speak for themselves how fucking insane the party was.











Much love Cay!

Share many mutual friends with her, which made the party evolve into a whole new level.
Drinks, music, dressing, environment, ladies we know of course gorgeous.

Insanity rating, 9.5/10

Can't wait to crash the next one.


no.1 Passion for Fashion: JM, NM & Johnnie Walker at Bakita


The number one party of the year, the phoenix Josiah Mizukami of JM Producions and goddess Natacha Meunier joining forces with the dragon Charles James Wright of Johnnie Walker.


Cassandra and myself.


Yew Han, Lakshimi, Jaishana Logan, Robyna and myself.


This party was exclusively for models. *wink*









Drink after drink after drink, girls after girl after girls. Can you believe this party was thrown on a Wednesday?

It was so fucking insane with all the friends and drinks.

Wilson got stripped!




The crowd was beautiful, filled with stunning models and flirty foxes. Whew.


Of course, I was drunk to the point of lalaland.




Josiah, Nat and Charles, you three have teamed up to create the grandest, most prestigious, most beautiful private party of the year which even attracted newspapers.


Insanity rating, proudly 10/10. Hands down 100% perfection.


Let’s all enjoy a good 2011

~Sam