Mr. KIA, I am a 22-year-old art student in a critical culinary crisis. My sweetheart is a major foodie, and an extremely picky dessert snob to boot, which makes preparing the present for our looming one-year anniversary a ticking time bomb. I really want to wow him with a tasty treat to demonstrate my love, but the last time I went into a kitchen and tried to cook, the microwave exploded. Is there anywhere I can get help to create the sculptural gateau in my mind’s eye?—Cake Bomb

“When the dust settles, I’m sure the truth will appear. Time will show that we did the right thing to protect Thai territory and the country,” our recently retired ex-Foreign Minister says. Obviously, he knows something we don’t. Cambodia’s secret Weapons of Mass Destruction program, perhaps. Noppadon might have been presented with an unspeakable ultimatum: withdraw claims for Preah Vihear or the ancient temple will open up, James Bond-style, and launch a battery of missiles at Victory Monument.

Dear Mr. KIA, I have been trying to clear out my closet to make some space for the new autumn-winter collections. Thing is my flat is tiny and and I can’t find anywhere else to store my old clothes. I care for those outfits too much to just toss them in the trash. Do you know anywhere I can donate the them to someone that would cherish them as much as I do? Label Queen