Thursday, July 1, 2010

Yehey at TK


Salamat Noynoy, sa isang araw na bakasyon...

Friday, June 11, 2010

Rockstars Without Chicks...

From L-R: Led Tuyay, Puto Astete (Kamikazee), Ron Riofrio (Teenage Hero), j.luna as Vlad Pullarca (Pentavia), Choko Abejo (Concrete Sam), Dacky Clamor 1 and Dacky Clamor 2 (Talata)

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

Remember Him This Way...


j.luna is thinking of cutting his dreads. He is planning to go bald and having his head tattooed.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Serena Dalrymple Sightings


Isang patunay na nage-exist talaga si Serena Dalrymple.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Gonzo Army at Penpen's Resto...Yeah! There's a Talent Fee



Gonzo Army sa Happy Mondays 73, Mag:net Katipunan



Gonzo Army, according to Joel Toledo is a Post Beat/Rock Duo. Gonzo Army is composed of j.luna and Karl R. De Mesa. They have collaborated with artists as diverse as Popoy Diokno and sound artists like Ian Madrigal and Roger Lopez.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Tupada Action and Media Art Presents: INTER-AKSYON: Visual Performance In The Realms Of Social Complexities






Placenta: Repression/Salvation

Mitch Garcia, Ian Madrigal and j.luna for Tupada Action and Media Art

Inter-Aksyon: Visual Performance in the Realms Of Social Complexities
The 7th International Visual Performance Event

Photo by Mannet Villariba


Performance Venue: Espasyo Siningdikato Art Gallery

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.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Cool People Don't Wear Company Logos


I-Click ang Larawan Upang Makita ng Malinaw ang Sinasabi ng Mga T-Shirt

Friday, February 12, 2010

Some Nice Feed Back from THE MAN


Please be advised regarding the decision of Ayala Malls (particularly Market Market, Bonifacio Global City and Trinoma) to withdraw their initial approval to accomodate any performances of Tupada Action Media Art (TAMA) due to its conservative audiences.
Prior to this, the Ayala Malls management recieved negative feedback from their audience community with the performance made by Tupada Action Media Art (TAMA) last February 7th (Sunday) in Glorietta.
Should the group persist to perform in any Ayala Malls Group, the National Commission for Culture and the Arts' ongoing partnership with Ayala Malls will result into immediate termination..
Kindly remove the Ayala Mall venues in the succeeding publicity collaterals
Regards

__________________________

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