In a city where "leisure" means staring at things we cannot afford, Changi Beach has become the premier destination for recreational masochism.

Thousands gather daily to inhale kerosene fumes while watching lucky bastards flee the stifling humidity and their overbearing families.

Experts suggest the deafening roar of an Airbus A380 is the only thing loud enough to drown out the existential dread of a forty-hour work week.

“Wah lau, the engine noise so loud, I finally cannot hear my wife complain about the electricity bill,” said loiterer Tan Ah Kow.

Others claim the fine dusting of aviation fuel adds a certain necessary "zest" to their lukewarm Tiger beer and oily chicken wings.

“Every time the plane fly over, I feel the wind and pretend I also going London, but actually I just going back Punggol only,” lamented witness Sherry Lim.

Ultimately, watching someone else leave the island is the closest most locals will ever get to an actual vacation.