So, yeah. Hello again, in this madness of a world…. or rather, I’m the one who get mad.
Pardon me of my English usage in this entry, but I just feel like using it tonight. Apparently, madam Frances is able to brainwash me to think in an english way, and we have only met each other for only three meetings! Fascinating, how subconscious level of a mind could actually control how people connects through… in this case, how I feel like to use English. Perhaps, Madam Frances (my Marketing lecturer, if you haven’t guessed yet) has some qualities which interests me subconsciously… I dunno.
We cool with me using English in this entry, right? Even if it’s not so, you don’t have the authority and power to put me and writes in Bahasa tonight. Mister Anggara Wisesa told me that there’s quite a difference between authority and power (yes, I know both are interconnected), so I state both. Yay, me.
*stomped*
Okay, as the title goes, I am going to explain about this deathly combination of two numbers. If you’re thinking that I’m here to have my fortune told (or written in here) due to a serial number which I gained from a certain piece of paper, you will not be interested with what I am about to inform you. So cycle that hand of yours and pushes the ‘Ctrl + W’ button, if you decide not to read this entry all the more.
That is… if you’re using Mozilla or its variants. Other than that, maybe you’ll consider `alt + F4`; this entry might bore you to sleep.
In anycase, I am going to reintroduce myself; approximately a year ago, I was still studying at a certain high school in Jakarta, taking subjects regarding A-level of Cambridge curricullum. About that time, I sincerely said that the schedule was horrid, the tests was bad, and the learning materials–although it was meant to be pretty much the easier than that of the `kurikulum nasional`–was hard to be understood. Now, after failing her attempt getting Singaporean or Australian scholarships, I’m now stranded in the upper level of Bandung, tasting the education of one of its national university which covers majorly management science (and arts). You know me now? 4-4-2 would be pretty much easier to be desribed.
4-4-2 is the number of credits which me and my friends have to take in order to finish one of our targets of ‘finishing university life in three years’. It represent the number of subjects which I have to learn along the short semester of 2009/2010–a combination of three subjects (or obligations) to the study program, with a total of 10 credits.
They are very mad when deciding this course of action, I said.
At first, the not-so-seemingly deadly combination would sound like a paradise; who would not want a relatively short semester, with relatively less obligation to the university? I thought this semester was supposed to be where the lecturers become much likely tolerant to this fact. The world loves to prove me wrong, though, the second I sat in the auditorium of the school and listened to the lecture of a certain lecturer. Dear Madam Isrochmani Murtaqi, I am very much aware that you are my `Dosen Wali` for the rest of my university life here, but I’d not really want to have you be the messenger of a very bad news, regarding this short semester, the subjects, and how fare do I in semester II.
First day of short semester, my lovely lecture introduces us to the basics of basics–the Newtonian law in financial journals, the Principle of Accounting. I still don’t get it how the Dutch invent this kind of thing (I kinda forgot who invent the spiteful subject, but I’m a hundred percent sure that he’s a Dutch) and kept tracks of VOC financial matters at steady and wealthy matter. No, I just don’t get it how. Apparently, this phase was not so hard that even my mind could fathom the logic. She’s ruining the magic, however, with a few words.
“You are going to have your mid-term exam two weeks from now. I know, it’s fast and all, therefore…”
Well, perhaps the words were not really that less. I did remember the crowd going haywire after the information. Who’s not? For me, this is a practical disaster! I never studied Accounting in my whole life and now the school demands to have mid-terms for its students two weeks from now on? Insane, but true–some aspects of the world which always left me wondering…
That, is the first four (4), don’t you agree?
So, Accounting, so far, does not leave a good impression in my mind. It’s practically hellish, something simple made into complex for nothing, and an art when one could do some bullsh*t(s). Back when I was still a high school student, I would simply quote that there are three types of lies. After sitting in Madam Nani’s lecture, I finally come to realize that the quote was wrong. There are four types of lies, that being white lies, group lies, statistics (thank God, I have done this one), and accounting. Why? Accounting is the very thing which reflects whether a company is growing, stagnant, going for its downfall, or transcends its normal level… financially speaking.
Simply said, a bit tweaking, and you’ll have an income statement of a company `A` about how good its performance is–while in reality, it is not.
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I think I need some sleeps. For me to talk about the 4-4-2 and somehow relate this with how accounting could be done (a comment from someone who has never touched principles of accounting but seen how it could be misused in the company)… I’m losing my focus for the night. For now, this will be all; not to worry, I have not reached the other 4-2 subjects, right? I’ll cover it in the next entry. Somehow. Somewhat. In sometimes. See you in the next post, people! …if you’re still interested in this entry and it’s relations 
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