See-through summer

Roman de Dios is such a sheer wonder in this black see-through bikini. According to, there is such a thing as the opacity variant, which is “a bikini fashion variable on a six element scale that varies from the completely opaque, through openwork, see-through-when-wet, transcluent, transparent, to invisible.” Apparently, Roman above is wearing transparent bikini, which allow an unrestricted view of the body beneath. Now I’m wondering what the invisible bikini looks like.

Roman’s numeral is showing

Twenty-three-year-old Roman de Dios was reportedly discovered in the farm fields of Concepcion, Tarlac by talent scouts from Manila [who were just passing by]. They convinced him to go to Manila and try his luck in modeling. Convinced, he was. His first assignment was the bare-for-all Extreme Sexy Fashion Show in the now-closed Klownz Araneta. This was followed by another Extreme sequel, before he did a more daring Xkandalo show. I presume these were all bikini shows.

A Perfect Day

Roman de Dios and Jay Villanueva [longer hair]

Just a perfect day,

Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It’s such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it’s such a perfect day,
I’m glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on

[Lou Reed, Perfect Day]

Somehow, I’m humming Perfect Day today [There’s a version by Abra Moore and the raspy female singing makes you feel the lightness of being]. Except that I didn’t drink sangria in Salcedo Park, feed the spitting ape in Manila Zoo or watch Ouija in Greenbelt. It would have been perfect if I spent it with someone special, at home watching 16-in-1 bootleg DVDs of Transformers, Fantastic 4, The 300 and Masahe M2M. Maybe later a pillow fight in bed and then some. Instead, I just spent the whole day in my dark and cold room, running on my mind my schedule for the impending menace of Monday and the week to come. And dozing off intermittently. I can’t complain, though. I have always been the weekender slacker. Amoy kama, as some would call me during these times, reeking of the smell of my bed – a combination of Bounce, stale cologne, night juices and someone else’s nocturnal emissions. Just a perfect day, indeed. Earlier, UPH [his site is up at], haggard from a 3-day event, came for a visit and we dropped by McDees. And then later when it got dark, we went home.