Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Rockstars Without Chicks...
Monday, June 7, 2010
My Tattoos...
Right Inner Leg:Tomoe by Gene Testa
Pink Botan by Ceed Moreno (55 Tinta)
Half Sleeve and Chest Plate:Kiku by OD Solomon and Jesse Jake Cuerpo (El Cuerpo Tattoo and P &P)
Right Inner Arm:Orange Botan by Alain Mamon (55 Tinta)
Right Inner Leg:
Tomoe by Gene Testa
Pink Botan by Ceed Moreno (55 Tinta)

Right Inner Arm:
Orange Botan by Alain Mamon (55 Tinta)
Monday, May 31, 2010
Even Maxene Magalona Wants To Kill My Dreads (...oh well... THEY ALL WANT TO CUT MY HAIR)

Last May 28, my dreads celebrated its 2nd b-day. If it was a kid, it might be talking and walking by now.
After 2 years of existence, my hair has met countless people, made friends, traveled miles and saw different places. My hair was there when I performed in different gigs and venues. It had witnessed my shifting of careers. It was with me while I slaved through three different jobs in two shitty years. It was there when I ate, drank, fucked, made love, slept, got drunk, peed, shat, walked and ran... It was there as I lived my life, each and every passing day. It was there in moments of being wasted and moments of sobriety. It was my companion as I fell in and out of love. It was there in good times and in bad...
My hair is not just a style that I wear. Like my tattoos, it has been part of who I am. Though my hair does not truly define who j.luna is, it is still a part of my body, a small factor that makes me whole.
My biggest gratitude goes out to JP Hernandez who patiently took time to backcomb my hair. If it wasn't for him, dem natty lookin' locks won't be a reality.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Gonzo Army sa Happy Mondays 73, Mag:net Katipunan
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tupada Action and Media Art Presents: INTER-AKSYON: Visual Performance In The Realms Of Social Complexities
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tupada Action and Media Art Presents: INTER-AKSYON: Visual Performance In The Realms Of Social Complexities (Mula sa Lente ni Ding Yu-Ching)
Sa labas ng Lasalle, Lipa
Sa labas ng Museo ng Lipa
Sa loob ng opis ng mayor ng Lipa...Amelia Winger (Nashville, USA), Kana Fukushima (Japan), Smitha Cariappa (India), Tamar Raban (Israel), Made Surya (Indonesia), Koji Ohike (Japan), Auyeung Tung (Hong Kong), Mrat Lunn Htwann (Myanmar), Ding Yu Chung (Taiwan), GuaZi - Liu Chengrui (China), TAMA core artists Thomas Daquioag, Boyet De Mesa, Rommel Espinosa, Mitch Garcia, Ian Madrigal, Marlon Magbanua, Sam Penaso, Ronaldo Ruiz, Kaye Oyek and Mannet Villariba.Featuring Erick Calilan for EXIST and J Luna.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Some Nice Feed Back from THE MAN

__________________________
Production Coordinator - NCR Events
_________________________ Festival 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
SHI(f)T...for the working class in love
SHI(f)T
- j.luna
“Robots have feelings too…”
-Crackout
I am employee number 0014_
and this is my cubicle
This is my sanctuary from hunger and poverty.
my cell.
This is where i do time
This is where i slave for nine hours (or more)
This is where i write my praises for
The Material
The Capitalist and
The Corporate
This is my world
and my viewing room
my Inspiration Booth
This is where i sit all day;
where i write not what my mind dictates:
hope
desire
bottled emotions
love
instead, encoding the lies forced and ordered by the system that feeds me
eulogies for:
The Man
Consumerism
False hope
False Prosperity
Wasting away
tied to the shift
and the headphones that
i wear—listening
to the music blasting
from my playlist
pretending
not to care
nor feel
anything for the outside world,
my co-mechanisms of the Machine,
and for my co-robot-
my co-robot
whom i watch anxiously with beating clockwork,
as i stare from the glass walls of my cubicle
all day
hoping to touch
her
brown synthetic hair
and to feel the warmth of her carbon nape
but my fingers cannot—
they are chained by invisible wires
designed not to stroke and caress
but to type away on the cold lifeless keyboard
of the Company PC—
my battery,
artificial lung,
my life source which
also fuels my slow tortuous deterioration.
i ask with routinary grudge:
“when will this program end?”
wishing to escape..
but most importantly,
wishing that she will feel the signals i send through the air
wishing that she will know,
understand and accept
without me speaking out
lest i risk
to ruin
the professional,
the rapport,
the pseudo balance of the Most Sacred Workplace…
Forced to accept the painful truth of things that can never be!
But still
hoping…
Hoping that in time
my clockwork heart
will burst
explode!
Hurling shards of suppressed affection
like bullets
shattering the
glass walls of my cell!
Shrapnels
flying off towards her
hitting her hard
when she is most vulnerable—
while she is sitting still
with closed-circuit eyes glued to her
desktop’s monitor
waiting for
the
slow
dragging shift
to end
shattering the
glass walls of her
cubicle
setting her free
while I
become human
at last.
"Money is like a sixth sense without which
you cannot make use of the other five.
Without an adequate income,
half the possibilities of life are
shut off..."
-Somerset Maugham




















