In a nation where resting is practically a capital offence, hundreds of Singaporeans have colonised Changi Beach to engage in the high-stakes sport of staring at metal tubes.

These elite loafers claim that the deafening roar of a Boeing 777 is the only sound loud enough to drown out the internal screaming of their corporate servitude.

Government officials are reportedly baffled by this massive surge in productivity-free leisure, as citizens trade their potential for wealth for the smell of unrefined kerosene.

"Eh, I stand here three hours already, the smell of the jet fuel make me feel like I high on life, or maybe just carbon monoxide," remarked local enthusiast, Lim Kopi.

"My boss think I working OT, but actually I just waiting for the SQ flight so I can wave at people who have enough money to actually leave this island."

Authorities are now considering taxing the beach’s air to ensure no Singaporean escapes the grind without paying a premium.