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Opps, see wrongly: Police in Wales were called to investigate a mysterious flying saucer, only to discover it was the moon.

Moon mistaken for UFO

The moon was mistaken for a “bright, stationary” UFO which had been loitering for at least half an hour, by a confused local in South Wales who made a 999 call to the police.

Today officers released a transcript in order to highlight the time wasted by unnecessary 999 calls.

Control: “South Wales Police, what’s your emergency?”

Caller: “It’s not really. I just need to inform you that across the mountain there’s a bright stationary object.”

Control: “Right.”

Caller: “If you’ve got a couple of minutes perhaps you could find out what it is? It’s been there at least half an hour and it’s still there.”

Control: “It’s been there for half an hour. Right. Is it actually on the mountain or in the sky?”

Caller: “It’s in the air.”

Control: “I will send someone up there now to check it out.”

Caller: “OK.”

After the police patrol car arrives, the script reveals the exchange between the control room and the police officer sent to the scene.

Control: “Alpha Zulu 20, this object in the sky, did anyone have a look at it?”

Officer: “Yes, it’s the moon. Over.” (Source: Telegraph)

At a campaign event in Beaverton, OR, Obama claimed to have visited 57 U.S. states during the campaign.

Obama Claims He’s Visited 57 States

I think he doesn’t know why are people laughing.

A British man who went on a wild spending spree after doctors said he only had a short time to live wants compensation because the diagnosis was wrong and he is now healthy - but broke.

What do you MEAN I’m not going to die?

John Brandrick, 62, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two years ago and told that he would probably die within a year.

He quit his job, sold or gave away nearly all his possessions, stopped paying his mortgage and spent his savings dining out and going on holiday.

Brandrick was left with little more than the black suit, white shirt and red tie that he had planned to be buried in when it emerged a year later that his suspected “tumor” was no more than a non-life threatening inflammation of the pancreas.

“I’m really pleased that I’ve got a second chance in life… but if you haven’t got no money after all this, which is my fault — I spent it all — they should pay something back.”

If he can’t get compensation, he is considering selling his house or suing the hospital that diagnosed him. The hospital has said that while it sympathizes with Brandrick, a review of his case showed no different diagnosis would have been made.

Source: Yahoo! News

I think if I hear of such a news, I would probably spend quite a bit of my money too, probably traveling to the other side of the globe and stay there for a couple of weeks.

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This Chinese new year period doesn’t fall short of surprises. None too positive ones, I’m afraid. For my brother, it’s the astonishing decrease of my fifth maternal uncle’s red packet. For me, it’s the unfortunate announcement that I have to work on the first day of lunar new year - they all sympathise me with no more than words. For my father, he regrets not being able to catch the full CCTV’s lunar new year special.

But for my mother, it’s sadder - her brother was sent to intensive care unit of the hospital. I can imagine her in the hospital helplessly waiting for the medical staff to do their magic.

She would have wish she could have done much more than just waiting. Doctors are blessed or perhaps not too - they get a chance of saving their love ones.

I don’t know if I could do it. One of the reasons I am not in the profession is the fear that I may be held responsible for practices that causes the health of a person to degrade. I fear being responsible of someone else’s life this way.

I have to admit, I dislike the amount that they are being paid for the knowledge they own. But after a little more thought by my lazy brain, I think the risks are just there. Being a doctor, it is possible that you sent the patient to the wrong course of treatment after a diagnostic mistake.

Such responsibility is not easy to bear. They’re somewhat like pilots. Only the pilots (and those who play flight simulator) knows how to drive a plane and in an event that they given up saving the plane, you just have the rest of the people crying helplessly.

(Anyone plays Microsoft Flight Simulator?)

So it isn’t easy being a doctor I feel. You become a public relations officer, a medical technology scapegoat and someone who is expected to know every bacteria and disease - living or dead.

Anyway, for my uncle. I hope his doctor does his job well. I have to admit that I am not close to my uncle, or I probably won’t be right here blogging already. Still, I hope he gets better.