<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969</id><updated>2011-11-15T23:28:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL'S FRESHEST</title><subtitle type='html'>Malaysia's Lim Kok Kean (DJ Bunga), Patron Saint of all things Indie, Juice(KL) Magazine's Renowned Style Guru &amp; Urban Archeologist, KL's rated No.2 Sneaker Pimp, Molester of Prepubescent Females &amp; general Sexual Predator</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-116267925775372869</id><published>2006-11-05T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:58:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of The Chosen One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To all my loyal fans, readers, supporters, followers and worshipers of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big shout out to all ya'niggas for showing me your love, respect and kick ass support by stickin' around tightly during my many months of hiatus. I know I've left ya'all high and dry for too long. Believe me, I hear all ya silent scream, I feel all ya pain and I know all ya hearts are calling for me. Wipe those tears of despair off ya face now, my beautiful worshippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the joy with me as we celebrate one of the greatest moments in history- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the day that I, DJ Bunga Lim Kok Kean return to the blogscene by popular demand after 7 months of hiatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're good when everyone is constantly asking for more. They just can't get enough of my hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/i"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/400/i%27mtoosexyformylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'm too sexy for your love.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta love my bronzy tanned skin and newly permed hair. My secret for a perfect tan? A bottle of Dark Tanning Oil with SPF4 from Banana Boat and helpful underage fans(preferably girls) to rub the oil on hard to reach spots. Superstar dj life on the fast lane is essential to score free resort lodging on holiday spots. I took the opportunity to sexify my body with a glint of golden brown while sun tanning as I rocked both K3 Ohana at PD and Revelation at A Famosa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya bunch of niggas for being understanding. For the last 7 months, I've been too busy rocking the scene as the leading front man of Twilight Actiongirl. Come on, all ya peeps know I'm the main shining star who keeps TAG tight for the last few years. There'll be no TAG if there's no DJ Bunga. I'm da man who keeps it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life as a superstar is not just about sex, drugs and glammed up rock and roll. It involves a lot of hardwork such as searching and downloading tunes on Limewire down to pirating tunes for TAG's compilation CDs. The hardest part of my celebrity life as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?Educating the crowd. Because I'm blessed with an unending reservoir of talents, my hardwork has not been put to waste. I am proud to say I've successfully changed the face of music in this region of Asia within the last 2 years. I keep it real with my infamous tagline &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not here to play to the crowd. I'm here to educate them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very clear that I will never turn my back against ya'all as the world needs me to show them the true meaning of F-R-E-S-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now, I know you'll be loving me still. I'm DJ Bunga Lim Kok Kean- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KL's Freshest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm the front man of the legendary superstar freshed-out sacred indie music alliance Twilight Actiongirl/the sexiest product manager for international recording label giant Sony BMG Music Entertainment/Elite Indie Music God / Style Guru Juice Contributor / Sneaker Pimp Master / Hot Hot Hunk (aka Triple H) / The Malaysian Sensation. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a CELEBRITY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'm back in a vengeance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-116267925775372869?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/116267925775372869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=116267925775372869&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/116267925775372869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/116267925775372869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/11/return-of-chosen-one.html' title='The Return of The Chosen One'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114597912730305939</id><published>2006-04-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:32:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know Me Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As the front man of the legendary superstar freshed-out sacred indie music alliance &lt;strong&gt;Twilight Actiongirl&lt;/strong&gt; and the sexiest product manager for international recording label giant &lt;em&gt;Sony BMG Music Entertainment&lt;/em&gt;, I can confidently and unabashedly admit that I am the purveyor of quality tunes in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, just last week I received an award from Malaysian musical legend &lt;strong&gt;Ramli Sarip&lt;/strong&gt; during the '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majlis Penghargaan Untuk Insan-insan Yang Berbakat Tidak Terhingga 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;', held at Istana Budaya. It was an emotional experience for me as Mr. Sarip handed me the ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anugerah Lagenda Muzik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ before kneeling and kissing the jade ring on my finger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/400/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me on stage with my manager Mawi "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cam nie baru 'WORLD'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For those not in the know (I don't blame you plebeians), this award has been received by other musical greats like &lt;strong&gt;Awie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;M. Nasir&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Aini&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sudirman&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Alleycats&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Blues Gang&lt;/strong&gt;. Being honoured in the same category as these people was so touching, that it made an amazing moment in history when I actually shed a few tears during the ceremony. Yes people, me, &lt;strong&gt;Lim Kok Kean the Fortress of Stone&lt;/strong&gt;, was moved to tears! And I am man enough to admit that I cried. The rest of you beefy jock motherfuckers who are laughing at me because you think I'm a faggot for crying, we'll see who has the last laugh when you're all sitting in a guardhouse checking visitors' IDs when I'm eating gourmet Char Siew Rice whipped up by my personal chef in my penthouse suite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have changed the face of music in this region of Asia, I have had many interview requests. It seems that people want to know more about the person behind this handsome package and stylish demeanour. So far I have turned them all down, because I haven't had the free time to squeeze into my busy schedule. This has caused media uproar and my poor publicist Ah Xu has had to fend them off for me. Now you all know why he goes around in torn jeans, ripped flannel shirts and untamed hair. And you wanna know why he's got buck teeth? That's cos a reporter kicked the back of his head so hard his teeth got knocked forward. That also explains why he styles hair for a living, still hasn't passed his SPM exams for the last 10 years and plays music that no one listens to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I don't want to disappoint the hungry masses, I have asked my publicist Ah Xu to fend off the blood thirsty reporters with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE LIM KOK KEAN FACT SHEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Full Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fabrizio Machinegun Lim Kok Kean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (When you have FM in your name, you're born to be a DJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently works as:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Product Manager at Sony BMG / DJ at The Loft, Zouk KL / Urban Archaeologist of Juice Mag / Head of Yong Tau Foo at Taman U-Lek Lam Mee stall / Love Master in chicks' panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Currently digs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Music Magic &lt;em&gt;(For the record, *I* tell Andrew what's cool, he doesn't know jack shit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brokeback Mountain &lt;em&gt;(Such an awesome movie, I cried at the end!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Satisfying chicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I just have to strike cool pose and the chicks hump my legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. Haruki Murakami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To make the chicks think I'm deep and intelligent when they spot my books in the backseat of my pimped out Kenari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. Emo chick music i.e. Camera Obscura, Deerhoof, Rilo Kiley and Cat Power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chicks dig my sensitive side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Current favourite artiste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Actiongirl, Pussycat Dolls, Black Eyed Peas, My Chemical Romance, Fallout Boy, Yellowcard, Mariah Carey &lt;em&gt;(She's a diva okay? Nothing beats having Mariah croon her soothing songs when I'm soaking in a hot tub after a tiring day running away from the paparazzi)&lt;/em&gt; and Zainal Abidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Current favourite hangout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central market, The Loft@Zouk, the lok-lok stall outside Zouk, Sekolah Menengah Taman Connaught (for the underaged hos of course), the left corner of my bedroom where my stacks of sneakers offer me solace and ever-lasting friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current favourite fashion retail outlets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fourskin, Showroom, Radioactive, F.O.S., Hara-(Sungei Wang)-juku, Ma' Cherry in Low Yat, Kei Kei Fashion in Leisure Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Current favourite quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-V-E" and "My humps, my humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aight, that's it people. Pretty much sums up the unique character that personifies the name DJ Bunga. When I'm not too busy changing the face of music, bestowing life-altering guidance to you cretins in the fields of fashion and entertainment, molesting under aged girls, cruising in my Kenari, submitting my profile to match making agencies, wanking to pictures of Heath Ledger or calling up the suicide help line; I MIGHT grant you salivating worshippers an interview with Galaxie magazine. Till then, take care, good bye (for now) and May I Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114597912730305939?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114597912730305939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114597912730305939&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114597912730305939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114597912730305939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-to-know-me-better.html' title='Getting To Know Me Better'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114468329715621647</id><published>2006-04-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T03:12:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soundtrack of My Life (CD Drop 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/fucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/fucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;LIM KOK KEAN -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NOVEMBER'S FUCKER #11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;SONY BMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all may have noticed or got the word that i'm playing more emo tracks when i open every Friday at the Loft. Yes i said it, i've really been playing emo tracks. This is because i'm going through a rough patch as of late and i have some private issues to sort out. I've been busy reflecting on life, writing poetry and patching up my wounded heart (so much for wearing my heart on my sleeve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as always by doing so through expressing myself musically, selected loyal worshippers of the renowned Styleguru who come up to me this Friday and carelessly whisper into my ear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wanna trade mix CDs?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will receive a special signed mix CD (&lt;em&gt;limited edition of 250pcs of course!&lt;/em&gt;) entitled &lt;strong&gt;November's Fucker #11&lt;/strong&gt; compiled by yours truly. This CD is so emo that that i didn't even bother to use my winamp plug-in to mix the tracks in. Instead its a pure emo compilation featuring a &lt;em&gt;soon to be sought after&lt;/em&gt; hidden track where you can hear muffled sobs &amp;amp; moans of me crying myself to sleep because i'm emo like that and also 'cos my mom was home and i didn't get my daily hard wank before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt; fall out boy - sugar, we're going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt; the killers - smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt; jimmy eat world - in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt; simple plan - perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05&lt;/strong&gt; the get up kids - i'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06&lt;/strong&gt; dashboard confessionals - hands down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07&lt;/strong&gt; new found glory - forget my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08&lt;/strong&gt; the dismemberment plan - the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09&lt;/strong&gt; good charlotte - hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; the promise ring - electric pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; the ataris - giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; my chemial romance - i'm not okay (i promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; (hidden track)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114468329715621647?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114468329715621647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114468329715621647&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114468329715621647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114468329715621647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/04/soundtrack-of-my-life-cd-drop-2.html' title='The Soundtrack of My Life (CD Drop 2)'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114356024844977280</id><published>2006-03-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:21:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Turn Back Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know a lot of my loyal supporters, followers and worshipers of the ground that I thread upon might once in a while, during a lazy Saturday afternoon, whilst listening to a special fan-only release of only the best selection of lazy weekend indie rock tunes lovingly entitled &lt;strong&gt;Twilight Actionlove vol.5&lt;/strong&gt;, wonders... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh how, oh how did my wonderful idol Lim Kok Kean aka DJ Bunga get to where he was and how his illustrious life might have been before he got famous?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I have decided to shed some light on one of the mysteries of modern indie era, what my life was before I was DJ Bunga, Patron Saint of all things Indie in Malaysia, Molester of Prepubescent Female Teenagers, Style Guru and Juice Magazine's Urban Archeologist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your average run of the mill teenager when I was in my teens. Back then I was affectionately known as &lt;em&gt;Ah-Kean&lt;/em&gt;. I used to do what every regular teenager used to do back then. I was an avid collector of &lt;em&gt;stamps&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;bottle caps&lt;/em&gt;. I guess that was where my fetish for collecting stuff kind of manifested. I was also into &lt;em&gt;gasing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kites&lt;/em&gt;. As you might have figured out, I was quite a loner when I was a teen which is why all my favorite activities were ones that I could very much do alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/glorydays.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah-Kean &lt;em&gt;(sans celebrity DJ status)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is mainly because of the way I looked. I was one of those dermally challenged kids who was abit on the plump side. While all my family members and relatives loved me and called me &lt;strong&gt;Mini Choi Sun &lt;/strong&gt;(Mini God of Prosperity), kids at school used to regularly give me a good ass kicking and called me names. There was this one bigger buff kid who would &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; bully me, day in day out. His name was Ah-Fai. Ah-fai was the bastard son of the Pork Rice selling aunty in my taman. Everyday when he knocked me down and kicked my belly and nuts, I would secretly whisper a vow that one day I would get back at him for his wrong doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the ass kicking I got and the running away from kids who wanted to beat me up made me loose a considerable amount of body weight. By the time I enrolled in college, I was pretty much looking good like how I look today, except less haggard and druggie looking. When I was in college, I used to hang with the music band kids who were shunned by all others. You might be thinking how band kids can be shunned. Well, unfortunately we were part of the 'cool' band that used to play metal and thrash. We decided to play much more melodic and peaceful tunes like folk and country. I used to play the tambourine in our group. We were called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Field Pixies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'. All of us had cool names like &lt;em&gt;Winter Fox, Eternal Sun and Little Hummingbird&lt;/em&gt;. Mine was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosmic Flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (later I decided to drop cosmic and use bunga which means flower in Malay and added DJ in front of it coz you know when I rock the decks I tear da roof off this muh-fucka!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I know I’m boring you guys with all this but fast-forward around 10 years. here I am at 32, an established and well respected label manager and indie DJ who drives a VIP-styled kenari, still stays with his parents and who's in constant cosmic sized debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know some of my fans out there are wondering what happened to Ah Fai. Well, you know what, karma took place. Ah-Fai is a reknown DVD seller outside Cheras Leisure Mall, stationed outside the Maxis Centre. He had a shotgun marriage with his 23 year old Hor Fun selling wife. I drop by every now and then to buy DVDs from him. I made sure I wore my dopest gear and parked my pimped out Kenari smack dab in front of his stall when i performed said DVD purchases. He always give me the eye and charges me higher though (RM18) but I don't dare say anything still coz I know he might beat my ass into submission with me crying for my dear mommy (like that one time I returned a DVD which i was told is... DVD9 but turned out to be a lousy cinema copy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/asskick.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having my ass kicked by DVD Ah Fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you know what, I’ve got the last laugh coz I’m living the rock and roll lifestyle now while Ah-Fai is peddling DVDs like some punk street urchin that he is meant to be and ever will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. if any of you guys personally know Ah-Fai, please don’t tell him about this post, coz I think there's only so much ass kicking my frail body can take now at my age. I’ll belanja you a drink on Friday and give you a copy of Twilight Actionlove vol.9, the latest compilation if you would come to the DJ console, kiss me on the hand and swear your allegiance to me. Addressing me as 'your highness'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Provided here is an example of how i wish and hope to see The Loft every Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/400/throne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For all you avid Bunga fans, a desktop wallpaper specially made by me, dedicated straight to you @ 1024 x 768 screen resolution. *mUaKz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114356024844977280?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114356024844977280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114356024844977280&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114356024844977280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114356024844977280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i-turn-back-time.html' title='Should I Turn Back Time?'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114304393867179251</id><published>2006-03-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:12:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes i get damn dissapointed and depressed with my fellow band mates. They don't seem to understand the importance of projecting the rock'n'roll lifestyle when you're one of the superstar DJs that make up the almighty Twilight Actiongirl. Their attitude is all wrong for one. It's like you're part of Voltron and you're not doing a fucking good job at polishing your unit, giving it that gleam. None of them can drink excessively, do hard drugs, molest underaged girls and most important of all... drop the indiest tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've actually lectured them countless times on the importance of self projection, Especially when they're a performing part of Twilight Actiongirl, the biggest and also the indiest musical act in Malaysia right now. I mean, we're in all the top local magazines and are frequently spotted in all the hot and happening events around town. You would expect to pay a little more time, effort and attention into their clothing and self up-keep. DAMN YOU FOOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead, we have Daryl, who dresses up like washed out singer of a Seattle grunge band from the early 80's, Kelvin who will only be spotted wearing his work clothes or one of the dozen or so jerseys that he has, and last but not least, Ah Xu, who might look like a stylish hipster from Harajuku at a glance to the street fashion elite, but you and me know that he really look like a homeless person from out from Guangdong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we have the Loft crowd which is made up of Emo Kids, Punksters, Rempits, Sophisticated Ad Agency workers and the ones who tick me off the most, the Harajuku Wannabes. You can spot them from a mile away with their limited edition t-shirts, latest kicks, Bape camo jackets (it isn't freezing in here fyi) and their so called Vintage Jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well here's a word for all you street fashion elite motherfuckers. You think you're all that limited edt.? I was rocking limited edition Stussy tees while you were rocking Kiki Lala. I rocked Air Jordan 1's while you were wearing Bubblegummers... and yeah, fuck you too while i'm at that! And as for Vintage, mother fucker i'm so Vintage i make Keith Richards look like Aaron Carter. &lt;strong&gt;You wanna see how Vintage i can go? i'll go all Renaissance on all your fucking asses motherfuckers... come check me out... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/monalimsa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/monalimsa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mona Limsa - &lt;em&gt;Vintage Divine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Circa 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What can i say? My Vintage dressing style is truly self explanatory... Notice how the flow of fabrics accentuates my &lt;strong&gt;sexuality&lt;/strong&gt;? My chest, neck, and face glow in the same light that softly models my hands after i don this outfit. There you have it, can't anyone understand how easy it is? This &lt;strong&gt;VINTAGE&lt;/strong&gt; outfit can make me look both &lt;strong&gt;serene&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tranquil&lt;/strong&gt; while i'm dropping dope tunes but yet shows that i'm &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; out here to partay&lt;em&gt; (Please take note that i'm not cross-dressing).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bro Sigmund Freud has interpreted my 'smile' as signifying the erotic attraction i have towards pre-school girls; others have described it as both innocent and inviting (Yeah right!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114304393867179251?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114304393867179251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114304393867179251&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114304393867179251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114304393867179251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/vintage-divine.html' title='Vintage Divine'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114295202707920302</id><published>2006-03-21T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:40:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/celebrityanxiety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/400/celebrityanxiety.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Arrival @ The Loft #01 CD Launch, Press Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every once in a while, I feel the strain of being a celebrity. A lot of people may think it’s all fun and games, but I’d see like to see YOU handle deranged (but hot nonetheless, because I always get the choice picks) chicks fighting to grab your ass when you’re out on the streets. It’s not easy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I get invited to all the hip parties organized by JUICE and KLUe and I’m on the guest list for top notch indie gigs in the country*, but sometimes the fame gets to me. Now I truly understand the pain Kurt Cobain went through during his last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; All the selected cool people who got into Architecture In Helsinki and Chicks On Speed by merely associating themselves with me, you can lick warm chocolate sauce off my sensuous body later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, people look at me and want to talk to me. It’s tough having to put on a façade everytime, because sometimes I just want to go out like a normal person without having to live up to my reputation: Elite Indie Music God / Style Guru Juice Contributor / Sneaker Pimp Master / Hot Hot Hunk (aka Triple H) / The Malaysian Sensation. Sometimes, I just want to be known as&lt;strong&gt; Ah Kean from Leisure Mall Cheras&lt;/strong&gt;, y’know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks eye me from the corner and whisper amongst themselves: “Look! It’s DJ Bunga! I want to have his babies” or “Oh, I wanna lick those cute ears of his!” I would appreciate it if you women didn’t speak so loudly, we don’t want the other guys in the room to feel inadequate about themselves now, do we? Y’all know I’m a caring, generous person. The other guys are okay too, they need female lovin’ too. Don’t toss them aside when you see me. I know some of you put on a look of ignorance when you spot me, and I know you do it to make me feel less conscious about myself. Thanks so much, at least I can relax a little when I’m out in public. But if you really cannot restrain yourselves from ignoring me (I understand how hard it is, I’m a wreck whenever Iszie the babe comes to Loft with her boyfriend), a little wink or a simple ‘hello’ will suffice. But please, no autographs. Lord only knows how tired my hands are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s a fucking breeze slapping CDs on the decks every Friday? I have to go down to Central Market once a fortnight to ask Andrew at Music Magic what indie tunes are out AND THEN write them down AND THEN run Limewire AND THEN download them dope tunes AND THEN burn them into a CD AND THEN play them for you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s fucking child’s play recommending the best reads on Juice every month? I have to fucking go down to Kinokuniya every month to sift through the shelves AND THEN pick up a random book with crazy kick ass illustrations on its cover AND THEN flip it over to the back for a quick read-up on its summary AND THEN run Microsoft Word AND THEN spew out an article to educate you people on what to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s the kicker: You all don’t know how fucking tiring it is to wank furiously every night. Sure, I get all the hot hos coming to me, begging to suck my dick, but I’m a gentleman and I don’t play with their fragile little hearts. With my hectic schedule and the numerous marriage proposals I receive on a daily basis, I’m afraid I cannot commit to a woman 100%. So instead of leading them into believing I’m seeking a relationship after allowing them to suck me off, I save them from the heartache by telling them I’m saving my virginity for marriage. And then I go home to wank. But since I still live with my parents, I have to wait for momma to go out for mahjong and pops to go for his taichi sessions, then I run to the toilet for a quick, hard wank. By the way, if any of you want a portion of my semen to breeding an army of indie demigods, please email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you swarm me for autographs or tear my clothes for keepsakes, think of my pain. That’s all I ask for. Thank you. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114295202707920302?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114295202707920302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114295202707920302&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114295202707920302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114295202707920302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/celebrity-anxiety.html' title='Celebrity Anxiety'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114234753998444252</id><published>2006-03-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:42:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Charge @ The Loft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/thecreationofmusic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/thecreationofmusic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CREATION OF LIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(God giving the sign of approval towards Lim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m getting a lot of flak lately for the &lt;strong&gt;RM20&lt;/strong&gt; first drink cover that zouk's management is imposing for entry into loft for twilight actiongirl. the general loft clientele would assume that the all evil female /ang-moh bashing, obscene bottle price imposing committee of zouk decided to impose the RM20 cover in order to make a quick buck from the innocent and most of the time broke / freeloading loft crowd whilst simultaneously tightening it's grip on 'best club in KL' title. well, I have decided that I, lim kok kean, style guru of KL, patron saint of all things indie, sneaker god and general sexual predator, owe all my loyal followers an explanation on why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you would know, &lt;strong&gt;I’m the no.2 top sneaker collector in Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;, only overshadowed by the elusive B53 of streething. As most sneakerheads will tell you, collecting sneakers isn’t cheap, especially if you're at the level that I’m at in the sneaker game. whilst most collectors control the box-fresh kicks market, I monopolize the brand spanking new &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; bundle kicks market in Malaysia, therefore if you're an up and coming player in the local sneaker game, one word of advice, back the fuck up coz you don't want none of dis. anyways, since my job as label manager at Sony pays me peanuts, I had to result to the almighty power of plastic to fuel my fiendish passion for kicks. And as most of you all might not know, I have been in debt to my credit company (or should I say multiple credit company) since I was 23, and since you all know how old I am now, it’s been a rough 12 years since then. This might solve the mystery of why I rock the freshest gear in KL and drop the indie-est tunes in loft but still only drive a measly perodua kenari and still stay with my family in cheras. Anyways, I took it upon myself to cut a deal with zouk management to impose the abovementioned RM20 cover charge where RM5 goes to zouk management whilst RM15 goes into the &lt;strong&gt;HDJBSHDASFFTFF&lt;/strong&gt;, otherwise known as &lt;strong&gt;'Help DJ Bunga Settle His Debts and Stay Fresh For The Fans Fund&lt;/strong&gt;'. I know some of my fans might get all fumed up over this daylight robbery, but think who'll rep KL in the international fresh game and who'll drop the dopest indie tunes in Loft if I go broke and possibly face several act of dismemberment as a result of failing to make payment to certain 'credit companies'. Who will act drunk and take advantage of innocent young girls in loft?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the explanation I provided above will resolve all the questions and misunderstanding. And I also hope that y'all understand how important I am as an acting instrument appointed by the almighty God to spread the gospel of Indie music and to preach the word of freshness to my loyal followers and the unsuspecting soon-to-be believers... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114234753998444252?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114234753998444252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114234753998444252&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114234753998444252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114234753998444252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/cover-charge-loft.html' title='Cover Charge @ The Loft.'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114198029369413266</id><published>2006-03-10T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:44:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project indie .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/tease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/tease.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114198029369413266?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114198029369413266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114198029369413266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114198029369413266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114198029369413266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/project-indie.html' title='project indie .'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114190954292919238</id><published>2006-03-09T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:29:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In da club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, Crazy B, Cracker James &amp; Pork Ribs decided to drop on by Zouk for Ghetto Heaven and get our freak on. Well, initially Cracker James wasn't in the line-up, but hey, we all know you need a white boy in tow for street cred. Plus dem slutty local bitches can't get enough of that white dick. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I know all my fans out there gonna go into playa hater mode going all "hey Bunga, I thought you were all-out indie, what’s with going to Ghetto Heaven man?"... well i can say is, quit hatin' bitches. Y'all act like y'all danced to Public Enemy and NWA when I dropped that shit in the loft. Plus, I got to let out the black bruvva in me every now and then son! Gotta get all freaky once in a while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways it was just fucking thumping tonight. Goldfish and T-bone were dropping mad tracks back to back like it was hawt. So we were doing our thang you know, sipping on some 40s and checkin' out dem fly bitches. Damn son, there were more fly ass under aged bitches there than in a Monday morning assembly in an all girls school. And we all know how I especially love them under aged hoes. Never too young to get that phat ass tapped is what I say. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/DSC04056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/DSC04056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-size:85%;" &gt;me (wu tang!), my homeboy crazy b, cracker james &amp; pork ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I was about to get my mack on when T-Bone dropped 'The Triumph' from none other than dem 9 ma fuckers for shaolin. Wu Tang son! I just flipped. I had to throw the wu sign up. Reprezent ma niggaz. Club was definately thumping tonight, fo sheezy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways I ended up drunk as a motherfucker on a jug of 'badly mixed gin &amp;amp; juice'. I ended up waking up at Cracker James’s pad on his bed with him spoonin my ass. Well, we'll save that story for another time. We'll be tearing it up a GH again one of these days, fo shizzle ma nizzle. aight, till then ma niggaz, peace out. TAG fo eva son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114190954292919238?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114190954292919238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114190954292919238&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114190954292919238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114190954292919238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-da-club.html' title='In da club.'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114182708862512016</id><published>2006-03-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:34:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CD Drop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5948/2434/320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LIM KOK KEAN&lt;/span&gt; - THE LOFT #01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;GLOBALUNDERGROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My hot new mix CD is gonna be dropping soon through global underground. Only &lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; will be released. 10 will come in a limited edition flower camo print sleeve with my autograph which will be passed to scalpers to be sold at obscene prices locally and overseas via e-bay. The other 39 will be for friends and family, namely hot indie bitches who wear glasses and are usually drunk in loft on Friday who let me feel them up. And I usually get away with it even though they're sober coz I always claim I’m drunk whilst holding a jug of coke with 10 straws which I go around claiming is a heavy mix of whisky and coke. The other one more copy will be up for auction in Streething because I’m too cheap to give away any of my shoes away for auction, be it my box fresh or bundle kicks. That way I get to be a kiam siap ma fucker whilst still retaining my street cred by contributing to the scene. Plus it’s always nice to see newbie motherfuckers licking my nuts online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album will be electronic mix of all my hit tracks from 'twilight actiongirl nights' @ the loft. Hardcore fans will notice that the mixing in the CD is slightly slicker and smoother compared to my trademark mixing style on live sets. This is because I used winamp and its latest fade-in fade-out plug-in. So brace yourself from some crazy ass tunes and (relatively) seamless mixes. This is what will be in my super limited edition mix CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Track list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;01&lt;/span&gt; kaiser chiefs - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;everyday I love you less &amp;amp; less&lt;/span&gt; (bunga reconstruction mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;02&lt;/span&gt; the clash - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;london calling&lt;/span&gt; (london bombing mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;03&lt;/span&gt; yeah yeah yeah's - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;date with the night&lt;/span&gt; (rhyphnol mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;04&lt;/span&gt; the killers - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mr. brightside&lt;/span&gt; (loft overkill mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;05&lt;/span&gt; bloc party – &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;helicopter&lt;/span&gt; (vicious blades mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt; mylo - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;drop the pressure&lt;/span&gt; (cooker mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;07&lt;/span&gt; at the drive in - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;one arm scissor&lt;/span&gt; (silk cut mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt; the bravery - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;unconditional&lt;/span&gt; (forever remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt; franz ferdinand – &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;take me out&lt;/span&gt; (italian restaurant remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; kings of convenience – &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I’d rather dance with you&lt;/span&gt; (CM mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; smashing pumpkins – &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; (in denial mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; unkle - in a state (edit music for a film mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114182708862512016?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114182708862512016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114182708862512016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114182708862512016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114182708862512016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/cd-drop.html' title='CD Drop!'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654969.post-114181420820575228</id><published>2006-03-08T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:36:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have arrived!</title><content type='html'>i'm lim kok kean bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23654969-114181420820575228?l=djbunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/feeds/114181420820575228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23654969&amp;postID=114181420820575228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114181420820575228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23654969/posts/default/114181420820575228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djbunga.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-arrived.html' title='i have arrived!'/><author><name>lim kok kean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11723673584694256244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
