1. First, acknowledge your addiction.
A sure sign that you are addicted is that you start thinking in terms of status updates (i.e., everything that happens to you is rearranged and reworded in your head to fit the small white rectangle that's constantly asking you what's on your mind). Other telltale signs: you change your profile photo at least twice a week, your first thought after meeting someone new is to add him/her on Facebook, you create individual fan pages for your three cats, two hamsters, and five goldfish.

2. Next, acknowledge that addiction IS a problem.
You might think, "But Facebook isn't interfering that much with my daily routine. I'm still a good student/employee/ father/daughter/citizen. Everything's under control." Really? Everything's under control? That's what Bella said when she fell in love with the bloodsucking boy in school, and that's what Imelda thought when she slipped her feet into her first pair of buttery-soft-soled pumps. Right, okay, you don't have a problem. By the way, your yaya called–she says she's about to harvest the Farmville crops you strictly instructed her to check on every hour while you're at work.

3. Ask the right questions.
Honesty is the best policy, and in this case, the best way to curb that FB addiction. Ask yourself, "Why am I on Facebook?" Is it so the whole world can see how awesome and popular you are, with all the people who tag you and leave witty comments on your posts? Is it so you can shove photos of your hot bikini body in the faces of those mean girls from high school? Is it purely for the purpose of gathering chismis on who got knocked up by whom? Or is it simply the lovechild of boredom and desperation?