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Welcome! Reflecting on architecture, planning, sustainabiliy and environment. Добредојдовте! Одблесоци за архитектурата, планирањето, одржливоста и околината.
“ја закопав далеку во минатото“
под шумата, и тој погледна наоколу.
Сенките на дрвата се разбегаа
“Престанав да барам!“, рече тој,
“И таа е закопана“, рече тажно,
Дали се скри повторно вчера?
“Да, секогаш успевам да се скријам!“,
“Позади моите бои“, се присети,
“сребро и срцето што гори“.
И чекори во шумата сонувајќи,
Categories: writings, македонски, написи, поеми | By Todor | January 12, 2020 @ 4:59 pm
“Да, позади месецот се скрив“,
Categories: poems, writings, македонски, написи, поеми | By Todor | @ 4:36 pm
A mosaic of frozen leafs
‘I am so sad!’, he closed his eyes.
‘Boys don’t cry!’, he remembered,
trying to stop the tears.
A tear slipped his eye lashes
vaporising into a drop of ice.
‘Boys don’t cry!’, he said,
‘Keep your eyes closed!’, he whispered,
Categories: English, poems, writings | By Todor | @ 2:13 pm
Did you lost your silver?
‘I did not!’, he said,
‘I buried it in my past!’
The full moon diffused
under the forest, as he looked around.
The shadows of trees skattered
and the wind stopped.
Did you find your purple?
‘I stopped looking!’, he said,
‘I buried it in my past!’, he said,
‘hiding it behind my technicolor’.
Did you hide again?
‘I always do!’, he whispered,
‘Under my colorful shirts,’ he remembered,
‘melting silver cools my heart’.
Dreaming in the forest,
Forgetting blinded by the moon,
a box of pictures,
a box of stars,
Categories: English, poems, writings | By Todor | @ 1:38 pm
When the full moon is above
Sometimes you hear the thoughts
Before the words are spoken.
Hiding under the clouds,
When the full moon is above.
Published originally December 11, 2011 @ 1:43 am.
Categories: writings Tags: english, poems, writings | By Todor | March 20, 2012 @ 4:59 pm
On the edge of the conscience
He pulled the old trick
That brings an awkward silence,
He pulled the best trick
To conceal his poetry.
On the edge of the conscience.
In his tenacious dizziness,
In a lovely summer day.
Categories: 30, writings Tags: poems | By Todor | July 13, 2011 @ 1:51 am
The meaningful days in
a box of pictures,
a box of stars,
Did you hear the spring?
‘I looked’, he said,
it was behind the pictures,
all covered with snow,
‘Under the moon I did’,
drowned in the asphalt’,
Categories: writings Tags: english, poems, writings | By Todor | March 19, 2011 @ 8:28 pm
He likes those days,
When the clouds are coming,
He likes those days.
When the raindrops form,
In front of his window.
Morphing and falling three hundred storeys down,
In the sticking filth,
In the everlasting fog of the old city,
He likes those days.
He likes when the clouds are coming.
An older poem recycled.
Categories: writings Tags: english, poems, writings | By Todor | December 24, 2010 @ 11:36 pm
Antivir Certify – Blackmailing virus attacking audio and video files
I usually do not care about viruses and computer problems, but yesterday I got a very vicious virus. The virus managed to crypt all my audio and video files and courteously asked to go to a webpage where there will be information how to proceed. Just imagine that suddenly my computer turned mute. I went on the webpage and I downloaded an application called activation.exe that asked for a blackmail of 19.53$. The application gave two choices, direct payment by card and PayPal. I used PayPal and sent the money to Pavel Kostenko on pakovelli@gmail.com (PAYPAL *PAKOVELLI). The password that I got was 28087526. The application later made a key that I used to decrypt my audio and video files. It luckily worked.
How the virus works? It targets all the usual audio and video files (mp3, avi, wmv) and crypts them with an extension .CrYpTeD. The extension is connected with Antivir Certify .exe file (HDXOZMES.exe was in my case) file that was in WINDOWS/System32 folder. Another virus file was WINDOWS/Temp/~TMC.tmp. ~TMC.tmp was the blackmailer file that came up on the restart of the computer.
I did not pay the blackmail immediately. When I saw that all my audio and video files got an extension .CrYpTeD I used bulk rename, but the virus manages to cut the start and end of the audio and video files. That is maybe ok for mp3 files that can play like several seconds later and end earlier, but it killed all my Xvid files. I usually make my animations as Xvid avi’s. It was a pay or die situation for the files.
I use videos in my presentations and a virus like this can be devastating. Even if it is not about work, all of my camera videos could have been gone. I have backups of most of them, but restoring an entire folder of tens of GB movies would have taken days.
I hope that my post will help someone who gets in hostage files trouble. I also hope that it will affect any makers of this kind of blackmailing software to stay away from vicious programming.
Categories: writings Tags: ~TMC.tmp, antivir, antivir certify, audio, blackmail, certify, CrYpTeD, english, video, virus | By Todor | @ 11:12 pm
Play about Sol (two scenes)
On the boats traversing the sky.
The golden eyes of time.
… (On the top of the building across there is a small child. With poison arrows he is killing the clouds. On the street, the undead celebrate, on the street, there is a streetlight and metal garbage can…)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
Hirona: (Just a voice) Who is it?
Hirona: (She looks through the small opening on the door) That is a stupid name!
Hirona: (She opens the door) I am Hirona.
Sol: (He is hiding his tears)
… (The garbage can on the corner was totally crashed by a machine that fall from the sky. The can is bleeding…)
Hirona: This is for you, an umbrella.
… (Hirona closes the door. On the street it is snowing and everything is quiet…)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
(The streetlight is off)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
(The streetlight is on)
Hirona: Who is it?
(Small white flowers are growing from the blood of the garbage can…)
Sol: … your face.
Hirona: I am sorry. I am really lost these days.
Sol: Hmmm. (He is thinking)
Sol: You know, I am looking for the Third street.
Sol: I am caring…
(He is putting down the frozen bird from his head)
Sol: (tired) … a gift.
(He seats on the street)
… (He learned that the music heals all the wounds)
Sol: (He is walking on а narrow path) The frozen desert is behind this park. The shadows and sculptures of this ice age are dancing. The clouds have covered the sky…
Sol: Someone has closed all the winds in the glass bottle and they are in the future.
Sol: (He seats under an old frozen tree) Damn…
Sol: I was seating in front of the door, too long.
Sol: Some child killed the cloud.
Sol: The spring will come.
Sol: (He is playing the flute)
(From nowhere the crows appeared to listen to the music. Few old and wounded people also came to the bridge)
Sol: (He is playing the flute)
From the eyes of the
Of the sick and the wounded.
… (They have locked the sun in the cage above the bridge)
Sol: It is too cold.
Sol: You rush too much, Kid…
(It throws the bait…)
Sol: The people should be happy.
(They are hiding behind one aluminum can)
(Countless colorful butterflies are arriving from everywhere. Who can resist freshly prepared flowers?)
(The net killed half of the butterflies)
Sol: Take my red scarf.
The Kid: (It puts the scarf)
(He puts a bridle on one butterfly)
(The Kid flies away on the butterfly)
Sol: (Looks att the broken wings on the ground) What a mess.
(Someone jumped from the bridge)
Sol: (Sadly) What a mess.
Sol: (He closed his eyes)
Sol: (Few tears rolled in his hand. He opened his umbrella.)
(Dead butterflies fall from the sky)
Sol: You know. The butterflies live three days.
Sol: Then, they live three more.
(It starts to snow)
Sol: The unlucky ones.
Sol: (A bloody tear drops from his eye)
Sol: They like the light.
Sol: It is terribly cold.
Sol: (He straightens her body up) Wool hat.
Hirona: (She opens the eyes) I am Hirona.
Sol: I am Sol.
Hirona: (Looking at the dead butterflies) That is a stupid name.
Hirona: I have never seen so colorful creatures.
Sol: (He gives her one butterfly) You have to be hungry.
(The streetlights smiled in the pearls on her necklace)
Sol: I am not hungry.
(Her shadow travelled away in the pearls on her necklace…)
The sky cursed bitterly
At the colorful butterflies
The sky cursed bitterly
They killed three stars
Note: I will slowly translate my old play about Sol. Click here to read this play in Macedonian.
Categories: 30, writings Tags: english, plays, writings | By Todor | November 22, 2010 @ 11:35 pm
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