Thousands of Singaporeans have swarmed Changi Beach to participate in the nation’s most thrilling low-budget sport: inhaling carcinogenic fumes while weeping at people actually escaping the island.

The government has officially endorsed the activity, noting that staring at a Boeing fuselage for six hours provides the same mental stimulation as a career in data entry.

Local enthusiast Tan Ah Kow was seen frantically waving at a departing flight while swatting a mosquito the size of a surveillance drone.

“Wah lau, see that SIA plane, so big, so power man,” Mr Tan remarked while nursing a can of warm lager.

“I cannot afford the ticket to London, but the smell of the kerosene exhaust make me feel like I am in Heathrow already, damn shiok!”

Sociologists suggest this “lepak” session is vital for citizens to visualize a life beyond their stifling office partitions.

“Better than nothing lor,” said another onlooker, “The plane don't ask me about my annual appraisal or why I still single.”