So, here is the post I promised about my birthday. It has been a week since, and my only excuse for the delay is that I’m a lazy person (and that I’ve been busy in the football club, the Writer’s Society and the karate club, but I’ll talk about that later).
Now then, since we’ve finaly clarified some key aspects of my personality, let’s talk about more interesting things. Like my birthday. And the pictures that come with it:
It was exactly midnight when I received my first birthday card. Mom had been waiting until she could wish me happy birthday to go take a shower (yes, she showers at night. Late in the night, usually). The card was like this:

Mom found a card that managed to name all my qualities
And like this in the inside:

From left to right: Uncle Tintin, Uncle David, João, Me, Manuela, Aunt Cris, Mom and Bruna, the cat =D
After that, mom got her shower and I phoned my cousin Maria because we had been speaking on MSN all the way until midnight. I spoke to her, to Uncle Paulo and to Aunt Jane and even heard Guille’s (the dog) footsteps. They wished me happy birthday and all that, and in the end I went to bed past two in the morning.
Now, before I carry on with the things that happened while I was awake, I want to show you something quite interesting (or crazy or ridicule, depending on your point of view): here are the ballons of my last year’s birthday. They’ve survived the whole year in that wall (and in fact are still there because I’m too lazy to put the new ones in their place). I think their endurance needs to be acknowledged.

Yes, the ballons and the banner had been part of my bedroom's decoration for one whole year. It is like everyday is my birthday... =DD
And moving on now, beucase most of you are probably like mom and are ashamed that someone out there has left ballons hanging from his wall for the last 373 days. So, I woke up pretty late because I went to bed late and because I had no classes early in the morning (I only had a class at 3pm). I then posted the last chapter of Beyblade 2 and had lunch. And because I’m a freak, I took pictures of my very gourmet lunch. Take a look:

This is a cheese and onion bread topped with cream cheese and dutch cheese, plus a strawbery yogurt. It tastes better if the bread is warm. It makes the dutch cheese "swet" =D
And then I went to uni to “Life under the Nazis”. I would’ve been a lecture like any other, but because it was my birthday it wasn’t so. The room was too crowded when I arrived, and there were two people standing in front of the students. One of them was my teacher, the other guy I didn’t know. And then they told us someone had messed up with their room booking and so our History class and some Law class ended up in the same room at the same time.
In the end the Law lecture was cancelled and we had half a lecture because it was already past 3:30 when Mrs. Pattinson was finally able to begin. At least I had already read the book so I knew the things she was talking about.
Then I met Tiane in Buchanan Galleries. She had come specially to celebrate my birthday with me (and to hand in her dissertation, but that isn’t all that important now – sorry Tiane… =D). We stayed in Buchanan Galleries (which is the closest thing to a shopping centre I’ve ever seen in Glasgow) until 6:30, when we headed to Ichiban, the Japanese restaurant Tiane, mom, Diane and I would meet to celebrate this very special day.

I'm the world's best birthday boy, according to the little planet in my chest =D
This is me in Buchanan Gallery.

Smile! Smile! And say "cheese!" =DDD
And this is my loyal companion Tiane Graziotin!
So, then, after that we all met at Ichiban. Mom was very happy because she had just been given the keys to her new room (see how my birthday always makes everything special?). And here she is, very pleased with and proud of herself:

Happy mom is happy =D
When Diane arrived (she was the last one to get there) we all got busy taking pictures of each other. Here are some of them:

The hat was one of my birthday presents. It will hopefully be useul when winter arrives.

the "crowd". "Me" is the photographer, obviously
And I also took pictures of the restaurant because it was a very nice place. It had all these Japanese stuff arranged in the corner, like:

Plastic sushi! =DD

The banner says something like "Of a thousand clients, ten thousand return"
And…

Hello Kitty in kimono!! =DDD
But of course, the restaurant was not just decoration. For example, here is the ramen I ordered:

Ichiban ramen! Vitor, someday I'll take you there!
And here is me eating the ramen:

Hum... tasty! n.n
And here is what was left of it once I was done:

Yep, that was indeed tasty!
After we’d eaten all we could, Tiane asked for a “floral tea”. I’d never seen one of those before:

Ignore mom in the background, it is the FLOWER IN THE GLASS that matters! =D
And so, after this very interesting experience in the Japanese restaurant we all came to my house to eat cake, blow candles and celebrate a bit more before midnight. However, not everything wnet according to plan. The candles mom bought were those that never go off, and after I had tried to blow them a few hundred times she kinda panicked about sparkles and fire in the carpet and we ended up throwing the candles in a jar with water.
It was really fun! But my pride was hurt when I wasn’t able to blow even a single candle out. i.i
And the pictures (this time taken by Tiane because I was busy trying to blow the damn candles):

Here the candles are still behaving nicelly...

... but then they refused to give in to my awesome blowing power...

... and in the end out flat was covered in smoke! =D
We had to close the doors because of the smoke detector…

Candles in the jar! It was mom's idea...
When all that chaos was over and the smoke had cleared, we were finally able to eat the cake:

Cute little cake smeared with candle wax... =DD
Half an hour later I had eaten half the cake all by myself! =D
And then we had the dessert of the dessert: the austronaut ice cream I bought when I went to NY in 2007 but had never opened because… really, I don’t know why I hand’t eaten that stuff yet.
Here is how they do the ice cream for people who go to space:

Big picture so that everyone can read!
And here is the ice cream:

Amazingly, it tastes just like normal ice cream, just a bit drier and, obviously, not cold. =D
Diane went home at around 11pm. Her taxi driver got lost and took ages to get here. That means I got to spend more time with her, but also that she got home later than she intended. Sorry, Diane.
All in all, I had lots of fun. It was long day, and I enjoyed every bit of it. However, for all that celebration it didn’t feel like I was turning 20. I felt like I was turning… 16 maybe? I don’t know. I don’t feel like I’m 20 years old and I certanly don’t act like a 20 year-old. With December getting nearer and nearer (that is, one year since I did the Deee Poll) I can’t help but think that part of the reason for it is that I’m sort of waiting for my “puberty” to come, waiting for the moment my body will develop the way it was supposed to for me to finally grow up. It may look like a twisted way of thinking for some people, but I’ve feeling like this for some time now.
Now that my birthday has passed, I have a whole lot of things to look foward to: there is karate, the Writer’s Society, the Concert Band, the exams (?), and of course the T injections. With all of those things happening now, I feel that this year will be better than the last two. I hope I’ll be more social and make more friends, I’m now building the confidence to show my true self to the people I meet, trying to dominate the fears that have so far kept me from making those great, lasting friendships everyone has during their time at uni.
I like the fact that here my birthday coincides with the beginning of the term. It gives me twice the motivation to go for the things I want. This year is going to be special. If not because of the new things I’m doing and the new people I’m meeting, then at least because I’m 20.
And just one more picture to close this post while we are still in that “dramatic/touching” moment:

Me, the 20 year-old Russian Revolutionary
Fin!