Hyme STIE-IBEK D=1; 4/4 | Maestoso | Ciptaan: M. SIMANUNGKALIT (1991) “Mencerdaskan Bangsa, dalam Ilmu Usaha. Mengamalkan Pancasila, Kami Ikut Berperan. STIE-IBEK dan semua Sivitas Akademika, di Ridhoi Tuhan Yang Maha Esa, Mencapai Cita-cita Mulia”. Mars STIE-IBEK Ciptaan: Sukma (2021) “Disini Kami melangkah bersama, Berdiri tegak demi Satu Tujuan. Pengerak Ekonomi Pembangunan Bangsa, Siap jadi pelopor masa depan! “Disini Kami …
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VISI STIE-IBEK “Menjadi Sekolah Tinggi Ilmu Ekonomi Yang Handal Dalam Teori,Terdepan Dalam Aplikasi dan dengan Biaya Terjangkau” Visi dari Sekolah Tinggi telah mengalami rivisi, dengan berlandaskan pada ruang dan situasi demography terutama karakter dari local wisdom dan nilai sosial. Sehingga pada tanggal 31 Agustus 2020 setelah melalui proses yang sangat panjang, ditetapkan Visi Sekolah Tinggi dengan referensi surat keputusan Yayasan …
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Selamat Datang di Kampus STIE-IBEK Pangkalpinang. Fokus Kami Mendorong Mahasiswa Mengenal Potensi Diri dan Talenta Bidang Manajemen Bisnis dan Akuntansi! Saya sangat bangga menyambut kedatangan Anda ke situs kami. STIE-IBEK Pangkalpinang adalah lembaga pendidikan tinggi yang fokus pada bidang bisnis dan keuangan. Kami memiliki misi untuk memberikan pendidikan berkualitas dan menghasilkan lulusan yang siap untuk berkompetisi di dunia kerja. Kami …
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Investasi Pasar Modal (capital market) merupakan sebuah wahana yang mempertemukan antara pihak-pihak yang memerlukan dana jangka panjang dengan pihak yang memiliki dana. Pada penyampaian materi mengenai pasar modal ini langsung disampaikan oleh Direktur BEI Kepulauan Bangka Belitung yaitu Bapak Fahmi Al-Kahfi dengan tema “Sekolah Pasar Modal 1” dan Branch Manager MNC Sekuritas Pangkalpinang, Bapak Jonathan Febrian dengan tema “Pengenalan Aplikasi …
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The only sign of commercial activity within the harbour, visible from the beach of the Great Isabel, is the square blunt end of the wooden jetty which the Oceanic Steam Navigation Company (the O.S.N. of familiar speech) had thrown over the shallow part of the bay soon after they had resolved to make of Sulaco one of their ports of …
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You go in at once, Giorgio, she directed. “One would think you do not wish to have any pity on me—with four Signori Inglesi staying in the house.” “Va bene, va bene,” Giorgio would mutter. He obeyed. The Signori Inglesi would require their midday meal presently. He had been one of the immortal and invincible band of liberators who had …
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The mob, driven away from the Custom House, had broken up into several bands, retreating across the plain in the direction of the town. The subdued crash of irregular volleys fired in the distance was answered by faint yells far away. In the intervals the single shots rang feebly, and the low, long, white building blinded in every window seemed …
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Meantime Giorgio, with tranquil movements, had been unfastening the door; the flood of light fell on Signora Teresa, with her two girls gathered to her side, a picturesque woman in a pose of maternal exaltation. Behind her the wall was dazzlingly white, and the crude colours of the Garibaldi lithograph paled in the sunshine. Old Viola, at the door, moved …
Keep ReadingThe mob, driven away from the Custom House, had broken up into several bands, retreating across the plain in the direction of the town. The subdued crash of irregular volleys fired in the distance was answered by faint yells far away. In the intervals the single shots rang feebly, and the low, long, white building blinded in every window seemed …
Keep ReadingIt might have been said that there he was only protecting his own. From the first he had been admitted to live in the intimacy of the family of the hotel-keeper who was a countryman of his. Old Giorgio Viola, a Genoese with a shaggy white leonine head—often called simply “the Garibaldino” (as Mohammedans are called after their prophet)—was, to use Captain Mitchell’s own words, the “respectable married friend” by whose advice Nostromo had left his ship to try for a run of shore luck in Costaguana.
The old man, full of scorn for the populace, as your austere republican so often is, had disregarded the preliminary sounds of trouble. He went on that day as usual pottering about the “casa” in his slippers, muttering angrily to himself his contempt of the non-political nature of the riot, and shrugging his shoulders. In the end he was taken unawares by the out-rush of the rabble. It was too late then to remove his family, and, indeed, where could he have run to with the portly Signora Teresa and two little girls on that great plain? So, barricading every opening, the old man sat down sternly in the middle of the darkened cafe with an old shot-gun on his knees. His wife sat on another chair by his side, muttering pious invocations to all the saints of the calendar.
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