My first entry, my first blog. Let’s get all the preliminaries over with. My name is Precious Chong and yes it’s my real name. I’m a quarter Chinese but look Irish. My dad is famous, somewhat. He’s Tommy Chong of Cheech and Chong. I am an actress/writer/stilt walker/mother/wife. I met my husband Wes doing a play in Winnipeg. We got engaged, married, pregnant, had a baby and bought a townhouse all in a year. Then we moved to Los Angeles so that Wes could get his green card and my baby Jack could have dual citizenship. But Wes got stopped at the border so he missed the birth and then we lived with my parents for a year which was tough. We just about killed each other. New baby, new marriage, new country (for him). We split up for a while and then got back together and decided that Toronto would be better for us since we had bought a place and never actually lived there. So we packed up the Honda and our 1 year old baby Jack and drove across the country in September.
Precious Chong - no more LA single scenes
So I’ve caught you up pretty much. It’s been better since we got back. We both have agents here and have our own place. Which I love!! It’s in Greektown, which I love as well. And I have my car which makes life easier. I had a hard time when I first moved to Toronto. I got pregnant right away, it was freezing and I was lonely. It can still feel lonely. I mean I have really close girlfriends in Los Angeles. But ironically one moved to New York and one just moved to Australia. So…my single life in Los Angeles doesn’t really exist anymore. So this is my life…here…I’m trying to write a new show based on our crazy year…Audition…Get our place fixed up. We had a plumber, an electrician, and a locksmith here last week. And I had a commercial callback and an audition for a T.V. show where I was going to a deranged fertility clinic and getting impregnated with a demon seed.
Precious Chong - all dressed up and no place to go
For some reason I had to look really “hot”. Like “Ann Margaret in her prime”, the breakdown said. But for no apparent reason! You’d think it would be a young Mia Farrow since the storyline was pretty much a rip off of Rosemary’s baby. I’m just bitter because I didn’t get it. And I was so good…in my living room…doing it with Wes my husband. It’s the second time that’s happened. Especially when I have to cry. Like I do it once and nail it and cry and everything. Then a little voice inside my head goes oh no you won’t be able to do that again. Then I get to the audition after finding someone to watch Jack and for some reason seeing all these “hot” redheads just puts me off. I try to focus in my car. I think of things to make me sad. My grandma, the HBO show about the tsunami…Then I go in. And it’s that audition thing again. It’s like I have audition amnesia. It all becomes so horrifying to me every time. Oh well. And then I do it and the last line I sort of milk it (i.e. push) because well I’m not crying and it’s so…soap opera. And they don’t ask me to do it again. And then I slink out of there. After all the preparation excitement possibility and great hair…it’s over. I think there should be a place actors could go to after auditioning. Like a party. I mean I’ve got make up on! Instead I pick up Jack at the play center and after Jack’s nap we go and get a glass bowl, some blue gravel, and three goldfish. Jack names them (with my help) nemo, elmo and jack.
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