Following operation after operation, her face was eventually left enlarged and disfigured, but she would still look at herself in the mirror and think she was beautiful.
Eventually the surgeons she visited refused to carry out any more work on her and one suggested that her obsession could be a sign of a psychological disorder.
When she returned home to Korea the surgery meant Hang's features had changed so much that her own parents didn't recognise her.
After realising that the girl with the grossly swollen face was indeed their daughter her horrified parents took her to a doctor. Once again the possibility that Hang had a mental disorder was raised and she started treatment.
However, this treatment was too expensive for her to keep up and she soon fell back into old ways.
Amazingly, she found a doctor who was willing to give her silicone injects and, what's more, he then gave her a syringe and silicone of her own so she could self-inject.
When her supply of silicone ran out Hang resorted to injecting cooking oil into her face.
Her face became so grotesquely large that she was called "standing fan" by children in her neighbourhood - due to her large face and small body.
As Hang's notoriety spread she was featured on Korean TV. Viewers seeing the report took mercy on her and sent in enough donations to enable her to have surgery to reduce the size of her face.
During the first procedure surgeons removed 60g of foreign substance from Hang's face and 200g from her neck.
After several other sessions her face was left greatly reduced but still scarred and disfigured.
And it would seem that even Hang can now see the damage she has done; she now says that she would simply like her original face back.
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Oh the things that you say
Is it life or
Just a play my worries away
You're all the things I've got to
remember
You're shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
The new and improved video (with helpful subtitles):
RULES:
Go to Google and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense (or, in my case, the one that amused me the most).
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: Katie needs to show more leg ..and thigh ...Otherwise why watch?
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: Katie looks like an oompa-loompa with t!ts.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Katie says “Iron” in a funny way.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A: Katie Wants a Fast One.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
A: Katie does a pull-up.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A: Katie hates her hair.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: Katie asks a very serious question.
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.
A: Katie goes to Tokyo.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: Katie likes her binkie.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
A: Katie eats a potato bug.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Katie wears short shorts.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Katie was arrested for peeing in public at Times Square in New York on New Year's Eve'.
Your objective is simple: Soul Accumulation.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Mom never loved me
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a town mascot. This will cause the world to slaughter a sacred calf to appease the gods, confused by your arrival. Who is this nightmare beyond comprehension? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as a brain in a jar?
Stage Two
Next, you must vaporize the moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a floating fortress, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will fall into catatonic trances, as countless hordes of mean english teachers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your needlessly big weather machine, bringing about an unending cacophony of screams. Your name shall become synonymous with the Spice Girls, and no man will ever again dare interrupt your sentences. Everyone will bow before your superior firepower, and the world will have no choice but to lavish endless praise on your misdeeds.
