SWEETDREAM or NIGHTMARE?

Yahoo!
I was so happy when I knew that we had a semestral break. I knew that a week was enough for me to take a rest. I was also excited because of a very special occasion, with a special someone.
But I spent the whole semestral break in school because we were going to join the first Twilight Festival of Vigan City.
In the first place, we wanted to quit because we heard that some of our opponents were professionals. But we did not give up. We did sacrifice. We were rushing. Even though we didn't have Dance Instructor, we finished our whole presentation within two and one-half days only.
On the other hand, during our practice, I was also crying because I was hurt by someone I loved. We quarreled. October 28 was our monthsary and I thought that "that day was a very special day", but it wasn't. I knew it was my fault and I was very sorry for that. He was hurt and because of it, he was getting worse. He went in Cervantes. I cried! I really cried! I didn't know what to do. All I knew was he left me.
And now, the moment of truth!
We were excited and at the same time, we were nervous.
I loved our make-up. We were as scary as ghosts and as creepy as zombies. I was a white lady. We were trying to scare children. Some of them cried and for the rest, it was just okay. We were laughing over and over again.
Though I was not totally inspired, I still did my very best. As expected, we did not win, but deep in my heart, WE ARE WINNERS! I enjoyed it so much and it was very memorable.
But I was broken-hearted. It was over! O-V-E-R...OVER! I didn't cry physically but I cried emotionally.
My semestral break was an extra-ordinary week. I was happy! I was sad! I laughed! I cried! I didn't know if it was SWEETDREAM or NIGHTMARE...