Jabbering Gibberish

I have an extremely soft spot for all kinds of fruits, other than durian (despite the fact that I'm a true-blue Singlish-jabbering Singaporean). You name it, I eat it. Visits to the market are probably one of my favourite recreation activities, and I can pop by the fruit stall and pick up my fifth batch of Granny Smith apples for the week. My dad's absolutely abhorrent of this habit, because that leaves him no space in the fridge for his weekly pick-ups of veggies by the bulk. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry for that. How I wish I could add those lovely punnets of grapes to my hands, if it weren't for the fact that they were overloaded with apples, pears, oranges, green grapes (yes I want both my green AND red globes) and bananas. Anyone fancy a fruit picnic?
The CORS registration system can really get on my nerves at times. Just last semester, I was still left dangling with 2 modules into the first week of lectures. This time round, it threw me a 1-hour tutorial on Friday. HELLO?! FRIDAY'S MY FREE DAY.
F-R-E-E.
Do you need me to spell it out with phonetics? I'm just totally pissed. The entire system should just crash and land everyone in a state of pandemonium.

I'm totally done with Hiragana. Period. I'm not even rejoicing. The end of something signifies the start of something else. On with Katakana. Man, I sound totally bored.

Oh ya, and did I mention that I'm going to wash my hands off other people's demos? So STOP sending me your demos, because I don't have time to decipher your gibberish lyrics and tunes which seriously need some, urm, fine-tuning.